Page 62 of Intimately Faithful

He didn’t have a condom on him and carrying her upstairs felt like a feat he wasn’t willing to go through, not when he had what he wanted right here already, and upstairs was at least twenty miles away.

Again he rolled his thumb over her mouth. Her warm breath both soothing and riling him up.

She didn’t even have to do anything, and Danny wanted her.Desperately.

“The only mouth I’ve tasted is yours, Aoife. The only tongue to wrap around my dick is yours. The only panties I’ve pushed my hand inside is yours.”

If this thing between them was only want … an itch to scratch, he could have ignored it and helped her in any way he could without anything physical attached.

Being Aoife, and his own personal heaven meant he was running on emotions as well as desire.

He was a man first. Protector and lover.

Feeling frantic with her circling hips and her hands holding onto his shoulders, he stroked down her body, experiencing her slender curves and dips, letting his hands remember everywhere that was once his …he wasn’t delusional enough to pretend there was no relationship forming. It entwined around them both, holding Danny fast.

Caressing the panelling of her panties, he groaned to find her already wet, he nearly flipped her on her belly and went to town. And when he shoved the cotton to the side, so he could trail a long finger down her so-wet slit, her little whimper was all that he needed.

Aoife shuddered, leaning into him as his heart raced, their mouths trembled against each other. Air shunted in and out of him. “You’ve owned me body and soul. Only you.”

“What about your heart, Danny-boy?”

The air grew into a thickness between them. The words stopped in his throat as he stroked andstrokedwith tormenting slowness and made her cry out. She grasped both sides of his head, resting their foreheads together, aiding his touch by rocking into him.

“I can hear you thinking.” The sweetest air brushed against his face as he fought to control this hurricane within him.

There was no stopping his body.

That had a mind of its own when it told his hand to free his cock. He did it with her lifting up just inches, so he could. Their flesh grazed, and he sucked in a much-needed breath. It felt good, too good and he was in danger of not lasting even long enough to get inside Aoife.

“Oh, please, Danny. Please give me my heart back. I need it so. I’ve missed it more than I can say. I promise never to hurt it again.”

“Are you mine for good this time?”

“Yessssss.” She hissed as he used her own wetness coating the throbbing tip of himself when he pushed andpushedinside, setting deep with a grunt of satisfaction.

“Oh, dear Jesus.” She moaned and then her eyes popped open. “I shouldn’t have said that.”

God, she was cute. Danny grinned, coaxing his lips over her freckles, counting each one. “Let’s agree when I’m buried inside you, you can say whatever the hell you want. Now you need to ride me before I lose my mind, sweetheart.”

“Again. Call me sweet things again.”

All her emotions were right there on the surface for Danny to see, and he read her clearly how vulnerable she felt, and he had a hunch it had nothing to do with her circumstances and more to do with him and how he held himself back.

“Get to riding the man who has only ever been inside you, Aoife. I want to feel how tight my sweetheart can squeeze me.”

Her eyes were beautifully low-lidded and glazed with her own lust as she started to rise and fall in a soft bounce. Fingers locked on his shoulders, she sought his mouth and he gave willingly. Their kiss was hot and lengthy as she fucked on top of him.

Pleasure so tight slid through him, tightening his muscles, making his head fuzzy.

“Danny…oh, God. It feels so good.”

Again, they hadn’t taken the extra time to fully undress. Her PJ pants lay in a heap on the floor and his sweatpants were only pulled down to mid-thigh. Danny’s fault, he was too in need to feel this sensation of her warm, wet body clasping his. Call it hunger or horny, but it was all to do with Aoife. She had him unhinged, like he couldn’t go another minute without tasting and touching her.

He roamed his mouth over her throat, kissing and sucking. Marking as he went. He moved both hands under the shirt to palm both small breasts against his rougher palms. She let him know how much she enjoyed it when he pinched the taut nipples by pressing down hard, racing the orgasm through him all the faster.

It was fast.

And hot.

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