Bottoms Up (Getting Lucky)

I could have come just from the sight of her like this, begging me, telling me how much I pleased her. Thoughts slammed intae my head, ones of me coming and letting the jets of seed, those white arcs of my pleasure, cover her pussy and belly.

She was panting as she rose up a little, staring at where I slid against her, up and down her cleft, over her clit, around her pussy hole. “Pull your lips apart,” I groaned, leaning back a little when she obeyed so nicely and reached between our bodies. “Let me see how pink you really are.”

“God, Cillian,” she breathed as she placed her fingers against either side of her labia then pulled that delicate, perfect flesh apart.

My body shook, shuddering at the sight. My bullocks drew up even more, my need so strong I bit back a deep sound of need. I could come just from the sight of her like this.

“I need you, Cillian. Please don’t make me wait anymore.”

“Ah, sweetling, we’re just getting started.”

7

Aoife

I needed Cillian deep in my body. Now.

I’d never felt anything so powerful as him just being close to me, but now that we were about to go there, be with each other in the most intimate way, I knew this was the most incredible decision I’d ever made in my life. This felt… right.

He held his cock in hand, stroking himself from root to tip, letting me watch as he masturbated. There was a constant flow of pre-cum at the tip, as if his body was telling me how turned on he was.

I let myself really look at that part of his body, the first dick I’d ever seen in person. This was so surreal, but I felt like I’d been waiting my entire life to be with Cillian.

Only Cillian.

Cillian was long and thick, the crown of his dick slightly wider than the shaft. I might have been a virgin, and this might have been the most wild, reckless thing I had ever done, but God, I wanted this. “I want you, Cillian.” The words spilled from me again, and I lifted my gaze to stare into his eyes. I didn’t care if I was begging, pleading in maybe an embarrassing, wanton manner.

He was staring between my thighs, and I couldn’t feel anything but lust that he was staring at the part of my body no one had ever seen.

“I’ve never seen anything as pretty as ye, Aoife.” He rubbed his cockhead up and down my slit, bumping my clit and causing me to writhe for him.

I stared at his bicep, the muscles flexing as he ran that thick rod between my legs.

“I ache tae feel you.”

The air left me harshly, and I felt myself grow wetter, knowing that although slow and easy would be better, given this was my first time, I didn’t want that with Cillian.

“Just be gentle at first.” I looked at his cock again. “Because you’re so big.” My words were soft and low.

The way Cillian watched me made me feel dazed and hazy, lightheaded and ethereal. He truly believed I was the prettiest thing he’d ever seen. That truth was written across his face.

He gave a harsh sound and placed his hands on my inner thighs, pushing my legs open so wide—impossibly so—that my muscles screamed in protest.

I became even more aroused.

“I need tae taste ye first.” He slowly—so damn slowly—lifted his gaze from between my legs to stare into my eyes. “Ye want me tae lick ye until ye canna hold back and ye come all over my mouth, sweet girl?”

I could only muster a nod, but that was all he needed, because a second later, he was making this wild sound in the back of his throat and had his mouth latched to the most sensitive part of me that wept with my need for Cillian.

He started licking me from entrance to clit, making me cry out and then bite my lip until I tasted blood.

“So good, baby.” He had his hands framing my pussy as he used his thumbs to pull my lips apart, spreading me wider for him. And when he flattened his tongue and ran it up my center again, I shook with unrestrained need to just explode for him.

My Scotsman sucked on my clit, drawing that nub into his mouth, making me writhe under him. And the entire time, he kept me in place with his hands on my thighs, forcing me to take this delicious torture.

“Yes,” I moaned, unable to stop biting my tongue so I wouldn’t beg for more.

“I need ye tae come for me, Aoife. I need tae taste your honey as it coats my tongue and slides down my throat.”

I gasped at how filthy his words were and cried out when he sucked on my clit especially hard, drawing my orgasm to the surface.