Page 92 of Unrequited

I tease her, circle her clit with my tongue, then suck gently. Her hips jerk up, but she can’t make a sound with the gag in place. She’s squirming, trembling.

I brace her with my hands on either side of her hips and start to lap at her again. I’m addicted. My cock is leaking, aching, and dripping with pre-cum.

She screams into the gag as I bring her to the edge. And when she starts to come, I don’t stop. I ride her through every wave, licking her gently through the aftershocks, kissing her thighs.

She tries to push me away, as if she’s too sensitive, and it’s too much. But I’m not done. I’m nowhere near fucking done.

She’ll come again.

So I worship her… over and over, until she’s writhing again. Until she’s begging without words and comes a second time on my tongue.

Finally, I pull away just enough to remove the gag.

She gasps, her breathing ragged. “Oh my god, Seamus… Oh dear god…” She moans it like a prayer, like she’s finally seen heaven.

I cradle her face and kiss her gently. “I want you to remember this,” I whisper. “I need you to remember this. I meant to take my time. I meant to make you come again, but now… now I feckin’needyou.”

My cock is so hard it hurts. I’m shaking with how much I want her.

“May I touch you?” she whispers. Her voice is soft, unsure, and so sweet it tears me apart.

“Say it again,” I murmur, trembling. “Say my name,mo chroí.No one else gets to. Just you.”

“Please, Seamus,” she says. “I want you inside me. I want you to complete me. I’ve been dreaming about this.”

“Dreaming about this,” I echo, my heart in my throat. She’s my sweet, perfect angel. God help me, I don’t want to hurt her. She’s tight. She’s untouched. And she’s mine.

I’ll burn down the whole fucking world before I ever let her go.

I want to claim her.

I want to pound into her. I want to erase the existence of anything but me from her mind. I want to mark every single thought, every nerve ending, with the weight of me. I want to brand her from the inside out.

But I can’t… I won’t. She needs time and patience.

So I take my time. She’s so wet, open, and waiting for me. My self-control is hanging by a goddamn thread.

I can see the arousal in her eyes, feel it dripping down the curve of her ass. Beautiful, beautiful girl. “I love you, Zoya,” I whisper.

As I glide the head of my cock to her entrance, emotion chokes me. “I love you so damn much.” I can’t breathe. I’ve never cried in my entire life, not once, but now? I feel that pressure building, coiled behind my eyes. I don’t let it fall. I can’t. Not yet.

I clear my throat and push in just the tip, sliding gently, so gently, into her slick heat. It’s fucking killing me to hold back, to not bury myself all the way. My restraint feels like punishment.

Gently, I glide into her, back and forth, teasing us both. “Oh, darling girl,” I whisper, as I slowly push my cock deeper into her. “Oh, my sweet angel…”

“Oh god,Seamus. Please…” she moans, her voice trembling, breaking. Her legs wrap tightly around me like she can’t bear a single inch of space between us.

“Yes… yes,” she whispers. Her arms come around my neck, and her soft lips meet mine. I kiss her, deep, consuming, while I move inside her.

Slow. Rhythmic. I thrust into her with pure, focused precision. It feels so fucking right. Like the way it was always meant to be.

I thrust in gently, shaking with the effort of holding myself back. “Does it hurt, love?” I ask, brushing her hair back. “Tell me if I’m hurting you.”

I say it again, quieter. “I need you to tell me. The last thing I ever want to do is hurt my angel.”

“Just a little,” she says, biting her lip. “It’s just tight… but I’m wet and…” She pauses. “Seamus?”

“Yes, love?” I still, waiting for her.