Page 78 of Intimately Faithful

“I can’t take how much I’ve missed this body. I need to live inside you. Tell me I can.”

“Yes, I need you too. This strong body, the only body to make me feel good.I need it.”

“Mine, aren’t you?”

“Danny,” she moaned nodding her head buried in his chest. “I need to be yours. I was born to be owned… to be fucked by this strong body. Go wild, my Galway boy.”

His hand shackle tightened on her wrists and the pleasure tripled.

They’d experimented in their youth. They loved this.

She loved thisand the times he would hold off her climax for hours.

“You feel incredible, sweetheart. I can hardly stand it, you’re so damn beautiful with me inside you. I’ll give you anything you need from my grateful cock.” His voice so much more Irish as desire stroked his vocal cords, he barely inched in and out. The orgasm was already so close she felt like she was flying with her cattish cries.

Sex with Danny had always been intense. When she’d gotten used to his size back then, he’d stopped restricting his roughness and their sex had been reckless and powerful.

Heat swarming in her belly, she watched his eyes turn opaque with each slam and confessed her darkest wish. “I want to feel like I’m your world again. You breathed life into me, and I need to live again.”

The ridges of his length abrading the inside her soft tissues, causing pleasure to rush down her spine. He felt so good hitting the hyper-sensitive spot inside her that made her tremble and cling. The in-out pumping, going slow then fast …. She knew he was waiting for the moment her walls gave in under him and stretched to capacity, and that one lone thought couldn’t stop the train of wanton moans tumbling out through her parched lips.

Oh, she’d missed this. The care and attention he took with her body, every detail from the movement of his hips to the way he took his thumb to where they were joined, and his mouth moved on her breasts. The biting, and hair tugging and the utterfierce taking.

He knew everything about her little signals, cautious enough to go slower, but the clench of his jaw appeared as if he were as desperate as she was for that pleasure.

His hips went harder this time, the table creaked. His hands tightened on her wrists and he grunted leaning down to take her mouth. “Not going to last.”

His thumb moved between them and he touched her swollen, slippery clit with a sure, firm stroke.

Her legs began to shake and with his dynamic thrusts growing in tempo until she felt split in two and his thumb driving her insane there was no holding her back.

Her pussy tightened. Greedy.Greedy. Greedily shaking from the inside as she started to shudder uncontrollably. He watched her go through the tsunami climax.

Everything went out of focus and she heard him curse. “Thank fuck,” His shirt abraded her sensitive nipples, he sucked every whimper out of her, all the while battering her trembling body with his finishing thrusts.

“I’m about to come, hold on tight to me, sweetheart.” She curled her toes, moaning inaudible words back at him.

He continued with punishing thrusts, just what she wanted. Making her cry out, getting her nails dug into his skin.

He collapsed over her with a low throated groan, his mouth pressed to her throat. Hands free now she buried both of them in his thick, soft hair, stroking his scalp with tenderness much in the same way his hands did on her waist before his lips hunted… and claimed hers.

Neither breaking the connection until absolutely necessary.

She’d never seen anything so sexy as her Danny in the throes of his orgasms, he held the patent on how sexy a man could be.

Where minutes ago he was rough with an intense touch, he turned soft, relaxed under his rugged muscles.

Air blew against her neck. “Aoife … we need to talk.”

“In a minute,” she wheezed, drifting her lips over his neck and face.

How could he even string words together at a time like this? She could barely think.

Right then they both heard a door opening and Aoife froze with Danny on top of her. Her gaze pinged to his.

“Pastor Murphy, it’s only me. Sorry, I’m late. I got talking to Joe at the garden center, he said he has some nice lilies for Easter this year. I told him that—”

Aoife, still frozen like a deer. So wrapped up in each other they hadn’t expected her back. She was just one door away from seeing them half naked… or full naked in her case …with Danny inside her …still hard… oh dear God in heaven, he really would lose his wings for this.

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