sad you’re still wearing that towel. Get your ass over here.”
God, he loved how timid she looked.
Blushing, she went to him, her eyes moving over his frame. He was in just his briefs, he’d showered before she did, and his hair was still damp and falling over parts of his forehead. He knew she liked seeing him like this. Her eyes grew heavy the second she neared. Within reach, he grabbed her arm and pulled her to him, ripping the towel straight off her body, muttering heatedly, “This is a stupid towel, pup. It’s like a fucking square, can’t absorb shit either. Look at you, your skin’s still wet. You teasing me with this shit?”
Her laugh was short as he pulled her down over him, making her wrap her legs around his hips. He immediately dropped his head to her chest, kissing her bare breasts. Her hands tangled in his hair as she breathed heavier.
His large hands ran down her back, cupping her ass cheeks. He pulled her closer, sucking her nipple, feeling her heat everywhere. He licked up her breast to her throat, sucking fiercely at the tender flesh there, making her squirm against him.
“Conor,” she breathed out, tugging at his hair now, feeling needy in his arms.
“Yeah, dove,” he murmured.
“You drive me crazy, you know that? I am so crazy for you. I can’t stop wanting you…”
Her hands ran down his neck. She pressed her forehead against his, staring into his eyes with that yearning look, as she roamed her hands down his chest. The second her fingers needily gripped his briefs, lightly grazing over his hard cock, he spun around and placed her down on the mattress.
“Conor…” Her voice trailed as he crashed his mouth against hers. She wrapped her arms around him and opened her mouth, immediately sliding her tongue between his lips. He felt her body go tight, felt her legs spread, moaning her approval when he flicked his tongue back.
He was pent-up, ravenous, unable to hold back. He slid his briefs off and, in one easy stroke, he thrust into her warmth. Into all that goodness. He groaned, eyes shut as he felt her all around him, gripping his dick. He could already feel her walls twitch around him, like she might come just from that stroke alone.
He was so impossibly hard, so swollen and tender, and all he wanted to do was devour her. He did not want to be gentle.
God, she deserved gentle.
“Dove, I want to take you so hard, please tell me not to,” he pleaded, eyes still shut, forehead pressed against hers. “Please, tell me to be slow. My body always listens to you, baby. Tell me what you want.”
“You have my permission to let go,” she whispered.
He tried not to. Really, he did. He buried his face against her neck and pumped into her slowly, feeling every inch of his length slide in and out of her. The pleasure was almost too much to bear. He parted his lips, tasting her skin as he went, trying so fucking hard to reel his need in and make love to her.
But how could he make love to her when his eyes were shut, when his face was hidden, when his hands were trembling against her body?
“I win when he’s down?”
“You win when he’s dead.”
He moved faster, possessed, emotion buried behind his eyes. She gripped his back tightly, already up for the ride, moaning beneath him as he buried himself to the hilt time and time again.
“Like the dark plumage on a raven, you have a similar darkness surrounding you.”
He flipped her over and took her from behind, one hand fisted in her hair, his teeth biting along her shoulder.
“You waited.”
“I promised.”
Eight years.
Eight years waiting.
“What a selfless little dove,” he groaned, fucking her harshly, in and out, in and out.
“Take every inch of me,” he gritted out. Take it all but wash the filth off when we’re done.
Because he was dirty.
So fucking dirty.
And he was touching her with his dirty cock and his dirty soul, and she deserved gentle.
He didn’t come. He wasn’t ready to come. He wanted her taste in his mouth. He wanted her scent imprinted on his skin. He wanted her touch more than he wanted to breathe because her touch made it all bearable.
He turned her over and buried his face between her legs, relearning what made her pulse all over again. He felt her writhe, felt her fingers digging into his scalp, and he watched her as