Page 19 of Stronger Than Love

When it was just the two of us, nothing else mattered, the rest of the world falling away into insignificance. Her hands slid under my top as she ground her pelvis into mine. Eight weeks of sex, several times a day, had made both of us experts on each other’s bodies.

Oonagh pressed hot kisses down the midline of my chest until she reached the button of my jeans.

My hand covered hers. “Someone could see us,” I groaned, already responding to her.

She leaned her forehead to mine. “I dare you to make love to me on our mound, Liam. We spent years pretending to be friends when all I wanted was to let the world know you belonged to me.” Her eyelashes brushed against me, the tip of her nose rubbing against the side of mine. “Please.”

One word that would make me do anything to give her what she wanted. My head fell back onto the soft grass in defeat and her fingers popped the button on my jeans. There was nothing that rivalled the feel of Oonagh’s mouth and hands on my dick. Neither of us had anything but books and porn from my roommates to work on eight weeks ago. Now, her hands and mouth worked with confidence and a surety of touch that had my hips arching up to meet her.

She crawled on top of me, the dresses and skirts she’d taken to wearing all summer useful for our lust-filled encounters. Her lips met mine as she guided me into her welcoming heat.

“Fuck,” I groaned, grasping her hips to steady her.

Slowly she lifted her hips up and down to impale herself on me over and over again. The delicious friction sent shivers deep into my abdomen. Her fingers dug into my shoulders to give her traction to allow her to push us both toward our goal. The only thing that was missing were her breasts bouncing in my face like when we were alone in the lighthouse.

“Liam,” Oonagh gasped, her forehead pressing against mine, her muscles spasming around my dick like a vice.

I flipped her onto her back, holding myself to the deepest point inside her, staring into her eyes. “It’s only ever been you. No other woman holds a flame to you.”

Drawing back, I slammed into her over and over, claiming my ownership. No other man would ever touch her again. Oonagh’s fingers trailed through my hair until they lodged there, her lips consuming mine.

I wanted to live here forever, this sacred place where Oonagh and I had spent time every summer. We used to watch the stars here, shared countless kisses the summer we were sixteen, and now we consummated our relationship under those same stars after declaring our love.

Gripping her knee, I lifted her leg to allow me to angle my thrusts to hit that place that made her squirm.

“Liam,” Oonagh moaned into my mouth.

Tingles started to pulse down my spine as ecstasy steadily built deep in my stomach. Oonagh’s hands slid down my back into the back of my jeans to hold onto my ass. Her heel dug into the bottom of my back as she ground her hips against mine every time I thrust deep into her.

My balls tightened as pleasure started to pulse deep in my stomach down into my pelvis. My teeth bit into my lip as everything else disappeared but the sensation of moving in and out of her core.

Wildfire spurted down my back and through my dick to fill Oonagh with my cum, ecstasy rippling through me in waves that turned my thrusts into jerks. She clung to me, her head pressed into my shoulder. Both of us gasped in ragged breaths.

“I don’t want this summer to end,” Oonagh whispered.

“It won’t. No matter what, you belong to me,” I replied, holding her tightly to me, not wanting to pull out or ever leave her side. “I’m going to build a house for us on this spot one day.”

Oonagh kissed my neck. “I look forward to living in it with you.”

Even when we finally reached the bottom of her lane, we couldn’t stop kissing each other, our hands roaming over each other.

“Stay the night,” Oonagh muttered against my lips.

Those special nights were saved for when her parents were away. We were both consenting adults, but no one wanted their parents to hear them do the horizontal rumba down the corridor. “Your parents are here.”

“Hmmm…” The sound vibrated down my chest. “I hate watching you walk away.”

“I always come back.”

“Promise?” She arched back to stare up at me.

A smile ghosted across my lips. “Always. You’re my true north, Oonagh. The point on my compass that always depicts home.”

Her arms wrapped around my neck to drag my face down to hers. “I like the sound of being your home.”

“That title belonged to you from we were five years old.”

“I’m going to tell Mum about you and me tomorrow. It’s time everyone knew how serious we are about each other.” She rubbed the tip of her nose against mine in an Eskimo kiss.

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