sensations he brought out in me. He moved to my breast, lifted the heavy weight with his large hand, and tongued the tip before sucking on it. Tendrils of lust and excitement roared through my chest as he laved, flicked, and nipped at my erect peak. He pleasured one breast and then moved to the next, repeating the attention.
By the time he was done with my breasts, I was beyond ready to be fucked. Needed it even.
“Harder, baby. Please,” I whispered against his mouth when he came up for a drugging kiss.
“Making love to you, Addy,” he murmured in answer, kissing me and thrusting his hips, keeping a beautiful rhythm that had my toes curling and sex throbbing.
“Make love to me harder, baby,” I demanded. “I’m losing my mind.” I gasped as he pinched one of my nipples with a sneaky hand.
He bit into the space where my shoulder and neck met but not hard enough to bruise. “That’s the point. Get you out of your head. Lost to me and how I can make your body sing.” He tunneled one hand under my back and up to my shoulder, curling around the edge. The other went to my ass cheek. He used this leverage to plunge deeper, a bit harder, hitting that space inside of me that made me lost to anything but the need for release.
“Oh God.” I wrapped my legs higher up his ribcage and strained against the full feeling of his cock hitting me exactly where I needed it.
“Mmm, you like it right there.” He swirled his hips in mind-blowing circles and I lost my ability to breathe. I dug my fingernails into his back, indenting the skin as I lost it.
He picked up the pace and finally, blessedly, used his leverage on my shoulder and bum plunging deep, hard, and fast. My teeth rattled as an orgasm so huge raced to the surface.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck, yaaaaaaassssss,” I cried as it came over me in thundering waves, not stopping for anything.
Killian’s body strained against mine, his body misting with sweat as he continued to take me.
I clenched every muscle I had left, wanting him to feel everything I felt.
“Jesus, fuck, Addy.” He rode me harder, his hips a blur as I reached down and gripped his ass cheek and plastered my mouth to his shoulder where I bit down.
“Fuck yeah,” he roared, holding my body in a vice lock, and planted his cock deep inside, before finally letting go.
His essence flooded me with jolt after jolt of heat while his body slowly started to relax, his weight pressing me into the mattress. For a few seconds he panted harshly against my neck, gifting me feathery kisses in between catching his breath.
Killian shifted his weight, wrapping his arms around me and rolling to his back with me on top, our bodies still intimately connected.
His cock was softening inside of me and I gloried in not only knowing but feeling this private side of him.
I snuggled against his skin as he ran his hands up and down my back, my booty, my sides, along the flesh where my breasts were squished out to the sides of our plastered chests.
For a long time, neither of us spoke, content to wallow dreamily in the aftermath of our lovemaking. When his hands came up to my neck and he tapped at my cheek, I lifted my head.
“How you doing?” he asked me, no hint in his expression as to what he was thinking or feeling himself.
“Good, you?” I frowned and watched as his face twisted into an arrogant grin.
“Just made love to my woman for the first time and it was the best of my life. So yeah, I’m doing pretty good.” He laughed.
I giggled and planted my face against the center of chest.
He wove his fingers through my thick hair. “Hey?”
I lifted my head again.
“You okay? The dream and then you know, all that I said and we did?”
God, this man was amazing. I shifted enough to cross my arms on his chest and rest my chin to my arms. “The dreams suck. They’re frightening. What happened in the aftermath of that dream was not. You taking care of me, bringing me back from that awful place and then giving me the best sex ever… Yeah, not gonna complain, handsome.”
He out and out smiled wide. “Best sex ever?”
“What you did in the bathroom, that was fantasy level for a girl like me.”