“What happens now?”
It was more of a philosophical question, she realized. She wanted to know how she was going to put the pieces of her back, or if she would remain shattered forever. She wanted to know what the hell she was supposed to do now that she understood what it felt like to be good and fucked.
He kissed her between her shoulder blades. “Now we take a shower, snuggle for a bit and I’ll make love to you proper, my lovely. Would you like that?”
“Yes, please.”
That was it, she thought. In that moment she knew she was completely hooked on him.
Chapter 6
“Ahhhh…” Sinead moaned, unable to stop the porn-like sounds coming from her mouth. They were in his bedroom on his bed. He was between her thighs, his mouth on her. Like on her, on her. His tongue was pushing inside her and it was like nothing she’d ever felt.
Literally.
She’d never let anyone go down on her before. The idea of it seemed too… intimate. Now she was annoyed she’d been missing out on this for years.
With David there was no room for hesitation. His bed no place for prudishness. He simply took what he wanted. When he said what he was going to do and how he was going to do it, it seemed easier for her just to accept it and let it happen.
So when he told her he wanted to eat her pussy, she let him put her thighs on each of his wide shoulders and have at it. It was decadent. It was intense. It was mind blowing, especially when he thrust a finger up inside her and made this little wiggle motion, hitting a spot inside her body that made every muscle go tight.
Then she was coming again, and like each orgasm before it, it destroyed her. Ripping through her body and her brain and making her understand that she’d reached the age of twenty-eight having absolutely no understanding of her body and what it could do.
“Gaaawwwwd!”
Lifting her shoulders so she could look down at him, she saw him shift his hand to his cock, jerking himself like he, too had no control over his body.
“Come inside me,” she whispered, reaching for him. Wanting to give him what he had given her. Although she didn’t think that was possible. She didn’t know if she was capable of giving so much fucking pleasure.
“Can’t, love,” he said in tight voice even as he continued to work himself. “Out of condoms.”
“Then come on me.”
He stopped and his head jerked up. The expression on his face was intense as if she’d offered him something unspeakable. Maybe it was to him. Maybe she’d grossed him out. She’d certainly never wanted anything like that before. She wasn’t even sure where the words had come from.
He smiled then, a feral look of a predator, but instead of moving on her body he pulled a bit of sheet toward his crotch and came in the cotton instead. She watched the tight cords of muscles at his neck, heard the rough groan as he continued to pump out his orgasm. The crisis over, he rested his head on her thigh for a minute before crawling up to her.
She watched him kiss her belly, kiss the tip of her breast, but when he leaned in to kiss her mouth she pulled away from him.
“You can’t do that,” she explained.
“Kiss you? Why not?”
“You were just down there.”
He chuckled. “My darling little prude, you just asked me to come on you, which while I love the idea, clearly you’re not ready for. Sex, good sex, is about trust. You need to trust me that you taste delicious. That you’ll like the blending of the fluids of my mouth and you. Remember, we’re simple animals when it comes to sex.”
Sinead moved toward him and he took her mouth. She didn’t know about delicious, but it wasn’t awful. Then again, she couldn’t imagine kissing him would ever be awful. In away it was also liberating. Another one of her hang-ups dispelled. Sex was earthy and fundamental and wet and sticky and she liked all of it.
At least it was all of that with David.
Eventually, he collapsed next to her on the bed. “I’m spent.”
For some reason that made her chuckle.
She looked over at the window and could see dawn breaking around the closed shade. “I would think, because we’ve basically been boinking all night.”
This time he was laughing and kissing her shoulder. “Which did you like better, love? The fucking or the lovemaking?”
Sinead thought about it. “I don’t know. I think you’re going to have to do both again so I can decide.”
He barked out a laugh, and that made her smile. “My woman is greedy.”
Him calling her his woman… that unfortunately made her sad. Because she wasn’t and she couldn’t be. This was just temporary. She needed to keep reminding herself of that.