Page 123 of Wildest Dreams

“Mm-hm,” she whispers, and I exhale harshly.

My eyes are aflame as I take her hips and stare down at her.

I’m sat on my haunches while Aisling is on her knees, and she’s still almost a full head shorter than me. My mouth goes dry as I take her in, loving every single curve and peak.

“I need you,” I rumble, rubbing two digits between her thighs.

Her nails bite into my biceps, gasping gently as she squeezes my wrist.

“How do you want it?” I ask her, rubbing faster, pressing closer.

“I can’t think straight right now,” she admits on a whimper, and I nod once in understanding, trying to quickly decide which position will be the best for her, the most romantic.

“Wanna go on top?” I rasp, already knocking her thighs apart with the muscles of my quads, the hand wrapped around her hiproaming down to her ass. Hauling her up onto my lap. Getting ready to push inside of her.

“W-what?” she pants. “I thought that you liked–”

“Yeah,” I grunt, “I like that. The position you’re thinkin’ about.” Wow, it’s really hard to remember the names of the States right now. “But, uh… for our first time in four years I shouldn’t take you like that. I shouldn’t take you from behind. Want it to be romantic.”

Not that I didn’t find it romantic the first and only time that we did it in my favourite position but the angle is so deep, and it can get so rough, that I don’t want to lose every fuckin’ ounce of control when I’m trying to prove to her that I’m not a player.

“It was romantic,” she whispers.

I nod gently before cupping my palms around her jaw and kissing her. I lay her back against the sheets and range my body over hers, my cock jerking eagerly against her heat as I try to nudge it carefully into place.

“I know,” I murmur back to her, “but I don’t wanna lose control with you tonight.”

I only just got you back. I don’t wanna scare you away again.

Aisling purses her lips and then purrs a disconcerting, “We’ll see.”

My mouth lifts into a half-grin and my eyes glance down between her thighs.

“Dream girl,” I rumble, one hand gripping the nape of her neck while the other massages her soft behind.

She whimpers at the nickname and rakes her nails down my chest.

I hiss through bared teeth, slowly pushing at her entrance.

“That’s it,” I say gruffly. “Dig ’em in and hold on.”

Her nails bite into me harder and then she’s pushing her head into the pillow and whimpering, my balls scraping against the sheets as I ease in the first few inches.

I withdraw to the tip and then give her a few slow, languid strokes, getting her used to the size of half of me before I give her the whole thing.

She’s breathless and panting as I pump her gently.

“Think you can take it all?” I ask, pulling back so that she can see what’s left to go.

She glances down at it and squeals, her pussy clenching involuntarily.

I breathe out a laugh and she gives me a light slap across the chest.

“Mm, yeah. Get rough with me, baby,” I tease, deep and gravelly.

She hides her smile in my neck and then nods, fingers gripping tight around my shoulder blades.

“You sure?” I murmur, cock flexing in anticipation.

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