Page 77 of Intimately Faithful

He chuckled like a handsome devil. “I talk to God often. When was the last time you spoke to him, Aoife?”

“Seven years. I asked him to take care of you.”

“He did as you asked, sweetheart.” Rubbing his dick, he used longer strokes, dragging moans out of her like she’d been possessed by demons. His knuckles grazed against her pussy and clit every time she arched her back in a certain angle.

“Now I can take over,” she whispered, fighting for air.

His free hand gripped the base of her spine, keeping her in place, making sure she stayed where he wanted her.

And she’d never felt happier…more sated to see his desire filled eyes looking down at her.

“Don’t use your sex-kitten voice on me, I can’t last if you do, you already have my cock hard and miserable.”

Just as her pussy started to pulse, he slowed, she squeaked a sound of protest, her nails digging into his arms.

“Not fair… don’t stop now, Danny-boy.”

“Hands,” he growled low, vibrating her tongue. Aoife was shaking all over, pleasure coming at her from all corners that for a second she hesitated, and the flash of his blue eyes caused more wetness to flood between her thighs. “Hands now,Aoife.”

God, yes.There he is.Her commanding stag.

She lifted her two heavy arms and put them above her own head, crossing them at the wrists and not a moment later one of his big hands covered them.

Pinning her down heavily.

His body, so big, seemed to cover her from every angle, though he was still standing on the floor, she was surrounded by his size, his scent and the overwhelming presence that was all her Danny.

She moaned incoherently, lifting her neck to grasp for the kiss he held out of reach. “Is this how you want it, Aoife? Me so crazy to fuck you on a table with your legs happily spread for me?”

“You know it is, please.”

“Are you remembering this was your favorite game?” On and on he continued to drag his hardness through her waiting sex, not giving her what she needed most of all and that was to feel him inside her.

Danny was big … she was no cock expert, but she’d always caught her breath when he first pushed inside her, no matter how many times he had her, that first thrust shook down to her soul.

She’d craved it every day for all the days they’d been apart.

Nibbles traced along her cheek; he took a fast kiss then went back to nuzzling his mouth on her throat.

“We were two kids and you came the hardest when I was holding you down, didn’t you?”

“Yes. Yes, you know I did. Can I have it again? I ache all over for you.”

The connection with sex was not what she’d craved every time. It was the thudding of his heart she felt through her own chest. The way he breathed as he tried to control not coming so soon. How soft he held her afterwards.

Danny was her craving, and he was holding back.

She was empty. Too empty. She needed more.

Since her hands were held in his, she lifted her behind, the table underneath her gave a little groan but otherwise stayed solid. Aoife wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him on with slight pumps of her hips.

“No more ache,” he said quietly. The first thrust was agonizingly slow and perfect. When he was seated all the way his breath burst in a surge of gasping grunts. But he didn’t give her a chance to do much of anything, except emit her whimpers of pleasure.

Splayed as she was, with his mouth nuzzling her boob, he started moving in and out of her, shallow at first and then harder.

He sucked hard on the nipple. With a direct line to her pussy she felt the suck spasm there and she cried out.

A grunt rumbled against her cheek when he moved his mouth. She watched his body, saw how it moved and flexed. There was unrestricted power in every thrust.

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