Page 55 of Intimately Faithful

Hungry for every answer to questions plaguing him, he plundered her mouth instead. Tasting her lust in slow swirls of his tongue until she was as impatient as him and he took them down on to his bed, landing perfectly between her spread thighs. The leggings hid nothing of her heat practically burning a hole through the material. He confidently ran a hand down from her throat, through the valley of her breasts and further still until he had her palmed tightly.

Wet and hot. He was right. She was perfection in a tight little package.

It was a no-brainer to lean down and capture her wet, pouty lips for himself again.

Her taste went nuts in his mouth and he devoured her harder than first planned.

But that was Aoife. She drove him straight out of his bloody mind.

Look at him now, stripping her of her clothes like a mad man.

Worse … a perverted beast needing the taste of her between the legs.

She aided his hunger by opening wider, using his hair to direct him. “I remember this too. How you needed to taste me first. Go on, Danny-boy. I need it just as much. Please.Oh, please, it hurts there without you licking me.”

With his cock feeling like it was already in the tight sheath of her body, he groaned and crawled higher on to the bed with Aoife, using his shoulders he made a space between her legs.

Rocked by need and relief clawing at the inside of his throat, he took that first lick and fell back into paradise, just like a starving dog.

Danny held her down while she bucked her hips and smashed her sex into his mouth over and again. He was the embodiment of desperation trying to fit her completely in his mouth and suck, intensifying the pressure on her clit until she was reduced to just a series of small animal cries.

He remembered every secret nook to lick to send her hips to the ceiling, her cries ringing through his ear canal, he never let up until she nearly ripped out his hair. Her climax claimed them both. Danny steering that orgasmic ship with each slash of his tongue, leading her over the edge, drinking her down.

Cries like submission appeased him only for moments when he reared up to his knees, looking down at her glassy eyes, messy hair and grasping fingers on the bedspread.

He licked his lips clean.

“There she is. The fucking little tease, letting me lick her dry.” He shucked his jeans with a fierce kick of his legs with each biting word.

The churn of her thighs together didn’t go unnoticed by Danny and when he got back in place, helped by Aoife’s dragging hands and vined limbs, he latched onto her mouth for another hot, slippery kiss. The feeling of euphoria stayed right there between his shoulder blades, catapulting him on. The lust coating his vision almost made him forget the most important part.

A hand on her belly, he held her in place. She was a wriggling little thing and he needed to keep his head. She was the only tether to his otherwise fraught control as it tugged at the leash and he felt how hot and sticky she was as he rolled the crown of his length up and down her slit.

His back nearly broke, it felt so fucking good. “Jesus, Aoife.”

“I need you, Danny.”

Need. He’d sailed right past need and he was in desperation mode as he used shaken hands to roll on a condom. “You… you don’t need that.”

He rushed his gaze to hers, felt his heart thud.

The thought of pushing into her was about to blow his brains out of his skull. But doing that skin to skin? Blood filled his cock and made him bite down on his own tongue.

She must have seen the hesitancy on his face because she sat up on her elbows, using one hand to stroke the side of his face. The touch burned and comforted at once. “I haven’t…”

“Shhhh,” his mouth stopped her, and once he had the protection in place, it took one hard thrust and he was buried in his home again.

Finally.

Aoife clung and clawed and bucked like a tiny bear in the throes of an epic battle. This part of sex he’d never forgotten. Her wildness always turned him on, and it was no less true now as he drove forward so hard and so fast the headboard about cracked in half—bloody hell, did it.

They both muttered incoherent words.

She felt so good clasping him—pulsing and spasming around his cock, he wasn’t going to last. He’d say a prayer to help him out, but it felt too blasphemous to even think of God in the same sentence as the greatest sex of his life.

Exerted sweat coated their skin.

Danny reached behind her neck to draw Aoife’s mouth to his. The kiss that came next with her tongue driving him to behave like a mad man, might just be his undoing.

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