Page 30 of Stronger Than Love

Her skimpy red lace panties were ripped but the sight of her in them had sent my pulse into orbit. Add my cum running down her leg to the image currently lying in my bed, and my dick, which should be down for the count, was struggling to wake up for another performance.

Oonagh stretched in languid contentment, her eyes drooping and a shy smile playing on her lips. I settled myself beside her, dragging her onto my chest where she used to snuggle up and sleep so long ago.

I never cuddled after sex. It was one of my rules. The others included no kissing, as it was too intimate, no having sex in my bed, as that meant I could get up and leave afterwards, and no emotional attachments. The moment it looked like a woman wanted more from me, I was gone, and their number blocked from my phone.

Oonagh’s leg crept over mine, her left hand splayed on my chest, and her head resting on me. Staring at the ceiling, I desperately tried not to admit how right this felt. I wassupposed to be getting her out of my system instead of her infecting me all over again.

One summer was the agreement, even though I’d wanted a lifetime commitment with this woman. The fact that I felt my eyes slowly closing added to my discomfort since I’d been an insomniac most of my adult life. Oonagh not only possessed the power to control my dick, but she contained some sort of magic that made me sleep.

Her lips pressed a kiss to my chest, and when I glanced down, I realised she was sleeping. My head thumped back on my pillow. How was I ever going to last to the end of summer without begging her to stay with me?

Her confession earlier about wanting me to own her pulsed deep in my stomach. There was nothing I wanted more that to possess Oonagh. In my travels, I’d tried some really kinky shit with adventurous females who liked to be dominated. My Oonagh had the perfect temperament to be a submissive, and the thought of any other man showing her what that entailed made my fist bunch at my side.

Every aspect of this house had been created for her, every room designed with her in mind. The fact that she currently lay in my arms in the room I’d planned for us had me holding her a little tighter because the pressure in my chest threatened to consume me.

The painting on the wall was one of the first I ever created when I started painting professionally. The ocean was on fire from the sunset, and the waves reminded me of Oonagh’s hair. Her eyes were faintly staring out at me from the ocean like a siren luring me to my doom. There had been a huge amount of interest in it and people willing to pay sillymoney, but it wasn’t for sale. It reminded me of the wild water sprite I’d fallen in love with on the beach.

Curving myself around Oonagh, I held her, staving off sleep to enjoy this moment until it dragged me into its embrace…

I stretched, my body relaxed and comfortable after a few hours of sex-induced sleep. Something warm snuggled into me and I froze for a second before the memories of our sexual encounter crashed into my head. My eyes scanned the woman sleeping beside me and I released a sigh of relief that she’d stayed.

My brain wasn’t the only thing awake, as my dick stood to attention, ready to slay demons with its rod of steel.

How many times had I fantasised about this? Too many not to take advantage of Oonagh sleeping in my bed.

Rolling her onto her back, I slipped those red panties off her, my fingers tracing over her soft skin. She moaned softly as I kissed and sucked her breasts, her hands holding me sleepily.

My dick found her welcoming heat and I slowly pressed inside. Her lips fell open and her pelvis tilted to welcome me. I watched her eyes blink awake gradually as I rocked into her.

“Liam?” She stretched, pressing her entire body to mine.

“Hey, beautiful,” I replied, giving her a deep kiss, my tongue tangling with hers.

Her legs came up, one wrapping around my waist.

There was no desperate passion, no mindless fucking. This encounter was all about the slide of flesh on flesh, our bodies undulating together in a mutual need.

“Liam,” Oonagh gasped when our lips broke apart. “Please, I need…”

My hips angled up on my next thrust and her eyes rolled back in her head.

Her arms around my neck dragged my head down to hers again, her lips consuming mine. The intensity in her eyes scorched into me, burning a hole into my soul with her name written on it. Grabbing her wrists, I pinned them above her head, desperately trying to claim some semblance of control.

Oonagh whimpered a moan into my mouth, her foot digging into the bottom of my back to try and pull me deeper into her. She surrounded me, intoxicated me, drugged me with her presence until I was nothing more than her slave to command.

She struggled her hands free, pushing my shoulders until I rolled over. The sight of her riding me slowly, her breasts bouncing and hair cascading around her, engrained itself in my memory. Fuck, she was magnificent.

Pressure built up in my stomach and spine, my balls tightening. I grabbed her hips and thrust up into her, watching as she unravelled in my arms.

“Liam,” she gasped or pleaded, her pussy nearly strangling my dick.

“Fuck…” I rolled her onto her back, lifting her right leg over my shoulder and taking us both over the edge. Wildfire shot down my spine and erupted through my dick in pleasured pulses that left me weak.

I collapsed on top of her, my damp brow burrowed in between her neck and shoulder. Oonagh ran her hands up and down my sides the way she always used to do. It wasone of the small gestures that had eroded from my memories over the years. My heart leapt and my mouth dried.

“I need to go home before Niall sends out a search party,” she whispered in a small voice.

“He’d probably kill me if he found you in my bed,” I joked in an attempt to cover my feelings because I was fighting a losing battle with releasing her right now.

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