Page 84 of Tender Temptation

“You fucking me will feel even better.” Ivy tugs my sweatshirt off, leaving her naked, splayed on the stool, with my fingers plunging in and out of her.

My breath catches. “Are you sure…”

“Yes.” She yanks my joggers down and my cock springs free, standing at full attention.

Okay, then. Everything else can wait.

My woman needs me.

thirty-seven

Ivy

Later That Afternoon

I’m groggy and disoriented.

My body tingles.

I’m confused about where I am, then realize I’m alone, naked on the couch in Cillian’s living room covered by a fluffy throw.

We’ve made love for hours today and I feel empty without him inside me.

I need him.Now. There’sprobably some sort of psychological explanation why I’m insatiable, but I don’t care to dissect. I want what I want.

Cillian.

I wrap the blanket around me and get up to find him. I hear the faint sound of running water, which seems to be coming from upstairs so I move in that direction. Aha! He’s in the shower.

Perfect.

At the same moment I walk through the door, Cillian emerges from the bathroom, a towel slung low around his waist. His hair is wet and tousled, droplets of water cling to his chiseled, bare chest. He’s magnificent. I can’t believe this man is finally mine.

All mine.

Heat swirls through me like a torrential storm, whooshing its way through my core, up my chest, and down my limbs. My pussy clenches. My nipples pucker.

A devilish grin spreads across Cillian’s face. He steps toward me. “Did you miss me?”

“A lot.” I drop my blanket and look into his eyes. I’m completely bare and vulnerable. Three years ago, I stood before him exactly like this and he rejected me. Today, his eyes sweep over me with such deep regard, it feels like he can seeinto my very soul.

This time his reverential gaze is filled with complete acceptance.

Love.

Cillian lunges toward me and his mouth claims mine. Hard. Insistent. His towel falls to the ground and I jack his cock as our kisses grow deeper. His rough hands roam all over my body, cupping my ass, palming my tits, pushing into my hair, where he fists it tight against the base of my neck.

His thumb finds my clit, circling it as I caress and fondle his balls. Cillian lowers his mouth to my breast, sucking my nipple in between his teeth, triggering slithers of pleasure through my body.

“Tell me if you want to stop. If you’re sore,” Cillian rasps. “Otherwise, you’re at my mercy. I’m gonna make you forget everything.”

“I never want to stop.” I pump his cock faster and his mouth finds mine again.

We devour each other roughly until I sag and nearly fall over, but Cillian is ready. He lifts me and carries me to his bed, laying me down gently. I reach for him and he moves over me, kissing me deeply as he aligns his body with mine. His cock glides through my wetness and finds its way home.

We stare into each other’s eyes, the intensity of our connection makes me feel floaty. He’s buried to the hilt. I wrap my legs around his hips and angle upuntil he’s so deep there’s no difference between Cillian’s body and mine. A surge of emotions consume me then every stress falls away and I’m laser focused on what’s happening between us in this moment.

The warmth of his body against mine. The stretch of my pussy around his throbbing cock. The taste of his mouth as he kisses me long and slow. Every roll of his hips.

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