Page 74 of Back in the Saddle

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Taylor

Ciaron had his arm wrapped around me. It was so warm and toasty in bed I didn’t want to leave. I snuggled in closer. He tightened his arm.

“I wish we could stay in bed all day,” I said.

“Me too.”

“Maybe the next weekend we have off.”

He sighed. “It’s so far away.”

I reached for his hand and raised it to my mouth, kissing it.

“What did you and Mam speak about at the party?”

I kissed each of his knuckles.

“I thought you had smoothed things over, but you were quiet afterwards, so that had me thinking.” It all rushed out of him.

I pursed my lips. What exactly had she said to him? Did she spread doubt into his mind as well about his losing interest in me? The morning had just started, and she was already ruining it.

I turned around in his arms and found his lips with mine, ending the conversation before it even began. He pulled me incloser and then rolled on top of me. I opened my legs, and his weight redistributed. He clasped my head and kissed me with fervour. He rubbed his hard dick against me through my PJs. The pressure sent a needy ache through me.

I yanked at his sleep shirt and pulled it up. He drew away so that I could take it off. Then he helped me sit up and tugged mine off. The bed covers fell to the side and cool air kissed my bare skin. As we sank back down, his chest pressed against mine.

We kissed again and I swear kissing was nearly as good as sex. Nearly. His mouth was firm against mine. I was reminded again of how he owned every part of me.

Our lips separated and the cool air prickled. Ciaron kissed my neck, his mouth as eager there as it had been against mine. Lower still, kissing and grazing my collarbone with his teeth.

His rough hands held my side, pushing my breasts up. He took one into his mouth, his tongue pressing against my nipple. I moaned. The needy ache was increasing by the minute, and it was the strongest between my legs. He changed breasts, sucking on my nipple.

Mmm, didn’t seem like he’d lost interest in meat all. And neither had I lost interest in him.

I pushed his shoulders down, eager for his mouth and tongue to be somewhere else.

He raised himself a little so he could look into my eyes. “Is there something you want?”

“What do you think?”

He shrugged.

Arsehole.

“I want you to go down on me.”

He grinned. “I’m getting there.”

He returned to my breasts, sucking my nipples and grazing them with his teeth. I moaned. He made his way further down my body and when he reached the top of my PJ pants, hekneeled so he could pull them off. I lay there with my legs spread and him kneeling between them, looking down at me, smiling.

He ran a finger through my wetness and dipped it into my pussy. “So wet for me already.”

He inserted another finger and found my g spot. I raised my hips. He lifted the covers above his head. And lowered himself. Thank goodness, because I was about to force him there.

His tongue stroked up, sending a shiver through me. He had me so on edge it wouldn’t take long. When it circled my clit, I pushed against his mouth, increasing the pressure. He took the hint and flattened his tongue out. I raised and lowered my hips, directing the rhythm.

A moan escaped my lips.

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