him harder to my sex. An orgasm the size of a bubbling volcano roared through my system, starting where he sucked hard at my clit, stealing my breath. I opened my mouth, pressed my head against the mirror, my body arching as the orgasm rocketed through me, bursting out my limbs and forcing me to clamp down on Killian in a full-body hold. He moaned and sunk his tongue deep, tasting my release while I convulsed against his mouth. My vision blurred as the sensations speared through my nerve endings then slowly started to dull and glide into a glowing, drunken feeling. He licked and kissed at my sex, my inner thighs, and down to my knees as I came back to myself.
He stood up fully and smirked, wiping at his wet beard and glistening lips. His chest rose and fell like a conquering god and in that moment that’s exactly what he was. His hair down around his shoulders in messy waves, the muscles in his biceps and pecs bulging, his abdominals misted with sweat. He looked like a fucking Viking who’d just ravaged his maiden. Definitely the hottest freaking man on the planet.
I watched in a haze as he wrapped his hand around his powerfully hard length and stroked it a few times. I mewled as he approached, cock in hand, his target—me.
“Condom?” he asked, his voice rugged and raspy.
“IUD,” I stated instantly. “I’m clean. Haven’t had sex in over a year and was tested when I got the IUD. You?” I licked my lips as he stroked his cock, rubbing his thumb around the wet head.
“Got tested ten months ago when I stopped fucking around,” he stated gruffly his eyes going up and down my body. “Never fucked bare. Want to with you.”
Feeling bold, I traced my hand down my stomach to my wet center and teased my clit, gasping at how sensitive I was. “Then fuck me bare.” I used his naughty words, ramping up my need to feel him fuck me to about a thousand degrees. Dirty talk was new to me, but if it made me feel this hot and bothered after a blistering orgasm, I’d give it a go.
“You’re my fucking fantasy, Addy. There’s so much I want to do to you right now.” His nostrils flared as he approached, rubbing the wide knobbed head of his cock all over my sex, wetting the tip lewdly and teasing himself and me in the process.
I tipped my hips farther back, bracing myself on the vanity, and wrapped my legs around his hips. He watched as he fed his cock inch by inch into my sex.
I tried to force him to go faster, to slam home but he wouldn’t. His grip on my hip was unbendable, stretching me as he invaded one inch at a time.
“Please,” I pleaded.
He licked his lips and thrust his hips in and out, still not planting his length entirely inside.
“I want to feel you…all of you,” I begged wanton and needy.
I clenched my vaginal muscles around the few inches inside and he hissed and pressed his forehead to mine.
“Kiss me,” he murmured.
I brought one hand to his jaw and pressed my lips to his, tasting the earthy tang of myself on his lips and tongue. He opened his mouth wider and as his tongue slid inside, so did his cock, implanting to the root. I sat up and locked my body around his, kissing him deeply as he held me impaled on his length.
“You feel…perfect.” He sighed, wrapped his arms around my body, and lifted me up off the vanity. I locked my limbs around him as he carried us to his bed. There he lifted a knee to the mattress and brought me down slowly.
When he was completely above me, he slid even deeper. I was filled to the brim, wrapped in warmth, safety, and love. I could feel it from the tips of my toes to the tingling in my scalp.
This was different.
Being with him like this was unique. Special. One of a kind.
Killian reared back and then plunged in fully. I arched and moaned, the pleasure unlike anything that had come before. Nothing compared to this.
Killian continued to kiss me, his hips pistoning in an even gliding rhythm meant to please and pleasure, not bruise in earth-quaking thrusts.
My mind swirled as he ran his tongue down the column of my neck, the chill in the air attacking the wet flesh in icy pinpricks adding to the unbelievable