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I reach between us and grasp his cock. “I still have the IUD,” I tell him. “And I really haven’t been with anyone else.”
Of course we had the conversation about our health and birth control when we were together. The first few times we used condoms, but by the end of our weekend together, we were going without.
He pulls back to meet my eyes. “I was serious too,” he says. “There hasn’t been anyone. Not even a drink with anyone else.”
God, that’s amazing. How is that possible? I don’t understand it. But I do believe him.
He squeezes my neck. “Fuck me, Scarlett.”
Yes, please.I’m doing this for seventeen more days, dammit. I spentyearsbeing proper and pious and have nothing to show for it. At least during these two-plus weeks, I’ll have orgasms and be left with some additional memories to conjure when I pull out my vibrator in the years ahead.
I shift on Cian’s lap, positioning him at my entrance, then sinking down over him.
We both groan as he slides deep. His fingers tighten on my hips. I grip his shoulder.
He’s stretching and filling me, and I have to force myself to breathe. It’s been a long time. Thank God I’m so wet.
He grips me tightly, pressing me all the way down on his cock. “My God,” he rasps. “Jesus, Scarlett.”
I just nod, not really able to speak. I’m not sure what I’d say. Other than,I want to do this with you forever, andthatis not acceptable.
“I haven’t forgotten a thing about you,” he says, “Butdamn, you’re so fucking tight.”
“You feel so good,” I say. “You fill me up and it’ssogood.”
“You’re so perfect.” He kisses my throat. “I’m meant to fuck you forever, Scarlett. You own me.”
Well… hell. What am I supposed to do withthat?
I’d like to chalk it up to him being young and stars-in-his-eyes, but he’s thirty, for fuck’s sake. He’s been around the world. He’s been with far more partners than I have. When it comes to life experience, his has been cushier than mine, but it’s also been more varied and vast than mine. I can’t just pretend he’s some hot, spoiled kid like I kept telling myself in New Orleans.
Oh, I think he’s a little—or a lot—spoiled. But he’s older and more accomplished than I’d realized.
Instead of saying anything at all, I just run my hands through his hair and move up and down on his cock, picking up the pace, and letting the delicious, hot sensations zing throughout my body.
Then he tips me so that I’m taking him even deeper and so that the angle ensures that my clit gets plenty of friction on each stroke.
It’s been a long time and he’s so damned good at this and…okay, I really like this guy…so it’s not long before my orgasm starts to coil deep in my core.
“Oh my God, I’m so close,” I gasp.
“Give it to me,” he tells me, squeezing my ass. “Let me feel you.”
I can’t help the whimper that escapes when he presses against my lower back, grinding my clit against him. “Cian!”
He reaches up and covers my mouth. “Quiet, sweet witch,” he says. “This orgasm is all for me. The neighbors don’t get to hear how gorgeous you sound when you come.”
That flips a switch inside me for some reason and I feel my orgasm begin to tighten, tighten, tighten, then let go.
“Yes!” I shout into Cian’s hand.
I can fully let go since he’s muffling the sound, and it feels so good to just give into the pleasure and let it wash over me.
The orgasm rolls through me and I feel my pussy milking Cian’s cock. He fucks me faster, clasping my hip, not uncovering my mouth.
“There you go, that’s right, take it,” he grits out, slamming up into me. Then his orgasm hits. “Fuck yes.Fuck, Scarlett. Jesus. Yes.”
I keep moving over him, and he thrusts a few more times.