Page 14 of Key Of Dreams

“Yeah. I wish we could make the world simple,” I say. “It’s not life that’s complicated. It’s people that make shit complicated. Good enough isn’t good enough. It has to be the best of everything. They lie, steal, manipulate, start wars, kill innocent people, and take down anyone who stands in their way. And for what?” I can hear my voice getting louder.

“Stay with me, Conall. It’s just you and me right now.” She looks at me with those soulful eyes, and I release a heavy breath.

“Sorry,” I grumble.

“Don’t be sorry for speaking your truth. It proves how much you care, and that’s a great thing. But we can’t let it consume us. We do what we can, when we can, and we have to remember to enjoy the good times.” She rises onto her tiptoes and gives me a sweet kiss. “This is one of those times,” she whispers with a smile.

The song ends, but I don’t want to let her go. I keep my arms banded around her. She’s too beautiful for words. Her innocence is beguiling, and I desperately want to make her mine in every way. It’s as if she knows what I’m thinking. She takes a step back, tugs at my hand, and leads me down the tiny hall to her bedroom.

“Babe…” I give her a look, asking her if she’s ready for this.

“I want this.” Her voice is quiet and shy. “I want you.”

I cradle her cheeks in my palms and look deeply into her eyes. “You’ve gotta be sure, Maya. Once I make you mine, I won’t be able to let you go, ever.” How I can feel so much for such a tiny slip of a woman is a mystery, yet here I am. I want to be her everything. Her protector. Her lover. Her friend.

“I don’t want you to let me go,” she answers.

“I’m not?—”

“Stop.” She cuts me off. “You are.”

“You don’t?—”

“You’re all I need. I need a simple man. That’s you.”

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Maya

I can see that Bull is conflicted. He made it clear last night that he wanted to take things slow, but I’ve played it safe up to this moment. Being with Bull makes me feel things I’ve never felt before. A nervous excitement, where I want to feel his hands on my body, and his kisses rattle my senses, but in a good way. I never want him to stop.

“Fuck it!” he groans and gives me a little shove so that I fall backward onto the bed. Bull follows, placing his knee on the bed, then climbing up and boxing me in with his arms braced on either side of my head.

I’m still catching my breath when his mouth finds mine. This kiss is different. It’s demanding and intense. A tingling sensation runs through my body as his mouth moves over mine with gentle urgency. His hand cups my breast, and even through the dress, I can feel the heat of his touch.

His lips trail a path down my cheek and neck to the swell of my breasts, where Bull yanks at the bodice of my dress, pulling it down, taking my bra with it and exposing my nipple. Bull closes his mouth over it, swirling his tongue around. I can’t stop the sexy moan that rumbles through me.

“Bull,” I gasp, my breathing ragged. Desire grips me so strongly that I hardly recognize my own voice.

“Conall,” he says. “Say my name.” His eyes penetrate my own.

I manage a very breathless “Conall.”

He grips the hem of my dress and lifts it higher, exposing my thighs and body to my waist. Then, with one quick movement, the dress is over my head and off completely, leaving me in my powder-blue bra with a pink bow in the center and matching panties.

Bull leans back and looks at me with fire in his eyes. His fingers trace over my bare skin. I tremble under his hand. He sits back on his haunches and pulls off his Henley, tossing it aside.

“Don’t move,” he commands. He gets off the bed and finishes undressing. I take in his massive chest and muscular arms. He steps out of his pants, showing off his thick thighs. I can feel myself growing wet and hungry for him. When he pulls off his boxers, I see he’s a big man in every way. He wraps a hand around his cock and begins to stroke himself.

He comes back to me, spreads my legs apart, and settles between them. When he cups my core, feeling my damp panties, Bull gives me a sexy grin.

“Bra off,” he demands, his voice raw with hunger. I reach behind me to unclasp the hook and slowly remove it. “Grab those tits, babe. I want to see you play with those nipples.” A shyness comes over me, but Bull slips his fingers under the seam of my panties and glides them through my folds. “Go on,” he urges. I do as he asks. It feels good, but not as good as the way his mouth moves over my belly and closer to my sex. My breath hitches as he opens my legs wider and runs his tongue over the inside of one thigh, then the other. I feel the material tear, and suddenly, my panties are off, and his mouth is on me, licking and sucking fiercely.

“Oh my God,” I gasp. His beard grazes over my sensitive pussy lips. I wriggle beneath him, and when his tongue circles my clit, flicking it back and forth, I buck and moan his name. He clasps my open thighs. I raise my head and watch as he eats me voraciously. My legs begin to tremble, my belly clenches, and I know I’m on the cusp of an orgasm.

I’ve only experienced orgasms by my own hand, and I thought they were good, but I’m sure that this one will wreck me. I arch my back, silently begging Bull to give me more. I mewl and groan, clutching the back of his head, wanting him to give me what I need. He hums over my pussy, and the vibration pushes me closer to my impending orgasm.

I cry out, “Yes! Bull, yes.” And suddenly, I’m soaring on a cloud in the full throes of euphoria. My body is racked with a delicious orgasmic haze. Bull appears above me, and his mouth finds mine. I taste myself on his lips. His cock nudges my entrance. He’s gentle as he pushes inside me. I ache, but it’s a good ache, and I feel so full.

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