“One more thing?” I kissed her hand.
“Anything.” She pulled up the console and reached between my legs.
“You are perfect you know that?”
I moved closer to her and she stood on the seat and pulled off a thong.
“Over here.” She curled her finger towards herself. She pulled her gown up and straddled me, “One more thing?”
“When we do this thing. You’ll have an Italian flag next to the Irish on your neck.
She reached between us and positioned my cock. “Ireland’s flag on the other side and you got yourself a deal.”
She stroked me against her opening and moaned. “Give me Italy?”
“Italy is all yours.”
She sunk down on be and moaned.
“Italy needs to concede quicker than usual. There’s cake to be eaten.”
She grabbed the back of the seat and rode me hard and real fast.
“Cake sounds like a good appetizer if pussy can be the main dish.”
“Italian sausage too?”
“I fucking love the Irish.”
She moved faster and cried out.
“Don’t stop now Irish. Show me what you’re made of.” I grabbed her hips and bounced her up and down on my cock.
“No more fucking nights apart,” I groaned.
“None,” she whimpered. “I’m gonna come. Oh yes, yes, yes—oh God!”
“Fuck Babe.” I continued bouncing her up and down as I slammed my cock into her.
“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” I came inside her sweet wet little pussy and pulled her down hard on me one last time.
She nuzzled into my neck and I continued swaying inside her just so I could hear her whimper against my ear.
~
Two weeks later she dropped the bomb shell. She was going home for four days the following week. It was spring break and she needed to see her family.
“I wanna show my Mom the ring. I want to tell my brothers and father all about you. It’s four days.”
“Fine. I’ll go too.”
“You have work Xavier.”
“You don’t want me to meet them?”
“Of course I do. I love you. I just need to tell them face to face. Four days that’s it.”
“Next time I get a say?”
“Next time they can come here and stay in your place.”
I was not cool with this and she knew it. She started sleeping a lot again. Feeling like crap and she even cried a couple times.
I hated that. Hated seeing my Irish upset. So I kept it under lock and key, or at least I tried.
~
Two days before she left I really noticed a change and when she was off, I was off. It couldn’t be helped.
We had a little argument that resulted in her getting physically ill. That was enough for me. I didn’t want her to cry and I sure as fuck didn’t want her to vomit because of me.
She spent the day in bed and I went to meet with River.
When I got home that night she was asleep and she slept the entire night.
I woke in the morning to her going down. She was leaving the next day and I sure as hell wanted her to remember I was a giver.
I swung her around and started eating her like it was my job. And it was. I was spreading her and I massaged her ass poking a bit and she moved faster. I reached over into the nightstand drawer still tongue fucker her pussy and grabbed the lube I bought the other day. I squirted it on my pinky and then rubbed around her tight little hole.
She moaned and I pushed in a little. She took my cock deeper in my mouth, a sign that she was turned on. I pushed in some more and she gasped.
“You okay?”
“Yes I’m,” I nudged further in and she whimpered.
“Relax babe. Take a deep breath.”
She took a deep breath and I pushed half way in and then started massaging inside of her.