I blush furiously, realizing I'd fixated on his cock as he freed it from his pants. In my defense, it's a thing of beauty. I felt the echoes of him for damn near two days after the last time.
He takes my jaw in a firm but gentle grip, ensuring my eyes remain on his face. “If you need me to stop for any reason, you ring that bell. Understood?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Good girl.” His hand slides to cradle the back of my head. “Open for me.” I do, tongue out and ready. “Keep your eyes on me.” I nod.
Cillian slides his cock between my lips until he taps the back of my throat. I gag against him, but he holds me in place for a moment before pulling back halfway. His heavy lashes flutter with pleasure as smug satisfaction makes me smile despite the mouthful.
Our eyes meet, and he takes my mouth with abandon.
I love it. Love the feeling of being possessed by him, love the way there isn't room for anything else in my skull beyond keeping my eyes right where he wants them, no matter what.
Every growl and groan that falls from his beautiful mouth sends shivers across my shoulders and down my spine.
“You like this, baby doll?” He asks, voice breathy. “You like me using that pretty mouth?” Unable to answer with words, I moan with satisfaction. “Fuck,” he huffs.
I feel a shudder run through him just before his fingers dig into my hair, pulling my head back suddenly.
As I catch my breath, he drops to one knee. With a tenderness that makes my chest ache, he cradles my face, using a small towel he’d had waiting on the edge of the bed to wipe the moisture from my chin and cheeks.
“You ok?” He asks, eyes moving from my mouth to my eyes.
I swallow. “Very ok.”
“Good.” He kisses me softly at first, but when I eagerly respond, he doesn't hold back.
Finally, he slides a hand between my thighs. I feel rather than see him smile with satisfaction when he finds me utterly soaked.
“All this,” he presses three fingers against the wet fabric, “and I’ve hardly touched you.”
Cillian grabs the back strap of my harness, forcing me to arch back and look up at him. “Do you want me to touch you?” Distracting me, his fingers tease as he kisses my neck. “Answer me, Toni.” He catches my earlobe in his teeth. I suck in a breath. “Do you want me to touch you?”
“Yes,” I answer. “Yes, sir. Please, sir.”
He pulls my panties to the side. A low sound rises from my chest as he slides in one finger, then another. Slowly, he works me open for him, his eyes never leaving mine.
My breath quickens with his pace. A steady increase until he’s fucking me with his fingers so forcefully the only thing keeping me upright is his hold on my harness.
His thumb grazes my swollen clit, his fingers pulsing against my front wall as he thrusts.
My muscles tense. My lungs burn.
“Cillian,” I manage between gasping breaths, clenching down on him.
“Breathe,” he instructs. “In.” I do. “Out.” I exhale a moan. “That's it. Come for me, baby doll.”
I shudder, head falling back as I come.
“I think we can do better than that,” he says softly into my ear.
“Cillian,” I whimper, already feeling another orgasm building.
“Give it to me,” he demands. And I do. “Another.”
I shake my head. “I ca—I don't?—”
“Yes, you can,” he says gently. “Breathe.” I drag in one shaky breath, and another, the expansion of my lungs seeming to make room for more pleasure in my body. “That's my girl.”
