Page 93 of Of Grief And Gratitude

She gave me a bright smile and shifted excitedly in her seat. “I like this idea!”

Thank fuck. “One or two marshmallows?”

“One.” Riona took the marshmallow I offered and skewered it, placing it low in the flames until it caught fire. Only, she didn’t pull it out right away. She waited until it was black before blowing out the lingering flame.

“You like them burned?” I asked, incredulous. She’d just ruined a perfectly good marshmallow.

She shook her head, laughing. “I prefer to think of it as crispy.”

“It looks like a charcoal briquette.” I tore open a package of peanut butter cups while my marshmallow slowly puffed up to the side of the flames.

“Don’t knock it ‘til you try it.” Riona pointed the skewer at me, then snatched a peanut butter cup and placed the charred marshmallow on top, shoving the whole thing in her mouth and making herself look like a chipmunk.

“No thanks. I knock the black ones right into the fire where they belong. Fit for the demons. See, this is how you do it right.” With my teeth, I carefully removed my perfectly toasted marshmallow from the skewer, savoring the soft, melted sugar.

Before she could reply, the back door burst open, and Sean and Sam joined us. Sean stole my stick and grabbed several marshmallows, skewering them and putting them low in the fire.

“You weren’t going to have fun without us, were you?” Sean accused.

“That was the idea,” I replied drily. Fucking cock block.

Sam motioned to the peanut butter cups. “Toss those over here.”

Riona threw him the package, and I sighed. It looked like our party for two had been crashed, and we now had a dysfunctional double date. So much for romanticism.

The brothers bantered back and forth while Riona laughed and pitched in her own playful barbs. They were so easy around each other after a lifetime of interaction, and I found myself jealous of two men who didn’t have a shot with my woman. It was a kinder interaction than I had with my siblings, but the same familial love was present.

Whatever they had together, Riona and I had more. I just needed her to finally acknowledge that whatever was between us wouldn’t wane with time. My need for her had only become stronger the longer we were acquainted. She’d seen me as few others had, and she didn’t shy away. That was worth a lot.

I bided my time until the flames died down, and Riona reclined sleepily in her chair, warm and sugar-filled. That made my mind wander to how much I wanted to fill her with something else thick and white.

Standing, I offered her my hand, ignoring Sean's protests about us acting like an old married couple. “Come on, mia fiamma. I’ll put you to bed.”

Riona let me help her upstairs, and as soon as the door to our bedroom was shut, I pinned her against it and claimed her mouth, plying her lips with mine until she opened for me and let me taste the lingering sugar on her tongue.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that for days,” I said, panting as I gave her a chance to breathe.

She licked her lips. “Why haven’t you?”

“I wasn’t sure if you wanted me to,” I admitted, showing her where I was vulnerable and trusting her not to hurt me.

“I want you to.”

Her consent was all I needed. I took her wrists and pinned them above her head with one hand while capturing her lips again. I plundered, my tongue thrusting deep, rhythmically devouring her for our combined pleasure. My hardened cock pressed against her lower belly, and she shifted her hips to grind against me, making me flounder for a moment.

Finally, I couldn’t wait any longer. I stepped back, leaving Riona limp against the door. “Strip for me.”

It took a moment for her to understand my words, but then she did as I’d asked, quickly removing her clothes and tossing them in the direction of the makeshift laundry pile. She stood gloriously nude on the forgotten throw blanket, her nipples hard and ready, her face and chest flushed with arousal.

“Your turn,” Riona whispered huskily, watching as I removed my clothes and fisted my cock, stroking it as I took in her beauty.

“Back against the door,” I growled, quickly advancing and forcing her to her knees before me. “I want my cock in your throat. Be a good girl and open, Riona.”

She obeyed, sticking her tongue out to lap at the drop of precum gathered at the tip of my dick. I groaned, her touch lighting a fire under my skin that traveled throughout my body, settling deep in my chest where my heart beat for her. When she sucked me deep and swallowed around the head of my cock, I slapped the door hard, bracing against it as she worked magic with her mouth, using her hands to tug and toy with my balls as she tried to suck the soul from my body.

I took over, tipping Riona’s head back to rest against the door as I fucked her mouth, pressing into her throat and holding myself there until her eyes watered, then pulling out so she could suck in air. It only took a moment to haul her to her feet so I could feast on my favorite dessert. Her pussy was wet and ready, and I greedily ate, lapping at her clit and sucking the arousal from her opening. Riona moaned and clawed at my head, her nails scouring my scalp as I relentlessly fucked her with my tongue, then thrust three fingers inside her, stroking her front wall and twisting them the way I knew she liked.

“Romeo!” Her orgasm was explosive and brilliant, her entire body jerking and trembling as her walls spasmed around my fingers.

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