Page 57 of A Very Friendly Valentine's Day
“So good. Again.”
“As you wish.” I thrust in and out, over and over, hard but not too fast. Her lithe body moves with mine. She practically sings every time I penetrate her, and she is perfect.
“Youtalk,” she whispers into my ear between heavy breaths.
“You want me to talk dirty, Birdie?”
“Yes.”
“You want me to tell you how good it feels to have your warm, wet pussy around my cock?”
“Yeah.”
“You want to know how bad I want you? How hard you make me? How fucking desperate I am to come inside you?”
“Irish,” she mutters.
“Irish?”Ohhhhh.“You want to hear me talk about yer sweet, hot fanny like a filthy Irishman now, do ya?”
“Yes! More.”
“The first time I saw you, Birdie Beckett, I wanted to tug yer hair, lick you all over and eat the box off ya.”
“Really?”
“I’d never lie about wantin’ to lick a lass all over.Macushla.”
“What’s that mean?”
“My darling.”
She groans. “I’ve had to change my panties five times ever since we got on this train.”
“Jesus.”
“I came prepared.”
“For me?”
“I guess I wanted you.”
“You guess?”
“I did.”
I grab one of her legs and lift it up to rest on my shoulder. She’s so tight around me now, we both groan. “Fuuuck, Birdie. You feel so good.”
She arches her back. “Harder. Faster.”
“Whatever you say.” I go harder, faster. “You like that?” I move her other leg up onto my shoulder, and goddamn, it’s tight, wet, heavenly torment. I go deep, as far as I can. She screams my name, and it’s driving me crazy. “You’ve never been fucked like this before, have you?”
“No. So good. Don’t stop.”
“I’m not done with you yet, Bird.” I keep going and then flip her around, so she’s on top of me.
It takes her a few seconds to get her bearings, but then she rocks her hips back and forth, bearing down on me.
“That’s my girl.”
