The Domville 6 (The Domville #6) (9 page)

‘For me too. I need you, now.’ He raised his eyebrows in
an unstated question and I nodded.

‘I need you, too,’ I confirmed. He wasted no time,
kneeing my legs back apart and reaching down to free himself from his boxers, positioning
himself at my entrance.

‘Eyes on me, Freckles, I want to see your face as I fill
you. Hard and fast this time, because I’ve been waiting for this too long. Next
time I’ll be gentle and we can take our time, ok?’

‘Ok,’ I breathed, my heart beating so fast I was on the
verge of passing out.

He thrust forwards in one fast motion, my lubrication
just taking the edge off the sting of his wide shaft stretching my out of
practice muscles. Both of us called out the other’s name as he slid in right to
his root. Jesus, he was big. I felt my eyes widen and saw his pupils dilate as
he watched my reaction. He pulled his hips back then thrust forwards again,
making me scream. He reached down and grabbed one of my ankles, then hoisted it
over his shoulder, opening me up for him to power into over and over. I reached
up and grabbed his hair and dragged his head down towards me. I needed his
tongue in my mouth, mimicking his thrusts. I wanted to feel him everywhere, in
me, on me, surrounding me. Our bodies worked against each other as if we’d been
doing this all of our lives, and from the feelings I was getting right now, I
wished we had. It was incredible. One of my hands reached down to slide into
the back of his boxers, to grip the hard globe of his arse and dig my nails in,
as he rode me like his life depended on it. The sheen of perspiration coating
our bodies enabled us to slip against each other, only adding to the frenzy of
it all. Tears of sheer bliss streamed down my face as my body started to tense
again.

‘No, no,’ I moaned.

‘Come on, Freckles, I want to come with you. I want our
first time to be together.’

‘I don’t … want it … to end.’

‘Jaysis, are you trying to kill me, woman? It’s been
feckin’ months and you’re so damn tight. Come for me now, Freckles and I
promise I’ll make you come again later, more than once. Can’t you feel it? We
were born to do this together, we’re a perfect fit.’

‘Fin,’ I mewled. We were a perfect fit, but for how long?
I closed my eyes as I tried to fight both my climax and the tears that wanted
to flow uncontrollably.

‘Toni Bradbury, for once in your life, do as you’re damn
well told,’ his gruff voice ordered. I nodded and let myself go, physically and
emotionally, tears of joy, bliss and fear streaming down my face at the same
time. I heard him grunt and tense against me, then flex inside me as my insides
were bathed with warmth. I couldn’t stop crying and Fin quickly rolled onto his
side, hooking a leg over mine, wrapping his strong arms around me as he pulled
me against his chest. ‘Hey, hey, it’s ok,’ he soothed, skimming his lips over
my hair.

‘I’m sorry,’ I sobbed.

‘Don’t be. I don’t want to make you cry, but I’m kind of
proud it meant so much to you. It did to me, too.’

‘It did?’

‘Of course it did, Freckles. It was a long time coming.
Sleep now, you’re tired. I’ll be here when you wake up,’ he murmured, kissing
the top of my head. I took a deep, shaky breath and flexed my fingers against
his solid chest, stroking his skin as I felt his hands running up and down my
back.

Finian

I couldn’t sleep, I was too wired. I’d slept with
her so many times over the years, but never with us both naked, never after
sex.
Incredible sex
. It wasn’t just my first time bareback, which in
itself had been a revelation. It was the first time I felt an emotional connection
to someone I had sex with. I’d never thought that would elevate the experience
as much as it actually had. I tightened my grip on her and she sighed and
nuzzled my neck. God, I’d missed this, the quiet times when we’d just fallen
asleep in each other’s arms, totally content and at peace. I’d been born, and
spent the first sixteen years of my life, in Dublin. But I never felt more at
home than when I was with her. This, though, this took it to the next level.
Architecture had always been my dream, my passion, but lying here now, she was
my primary purpose in life. I idly wondered what our kids would look like.
Would they have my blue eyes, or her green? I was six foot one, broad and
muscular. She was only five foot four, petite and curvaceous. Sexy as hell. Damn
it, I had another bloody erection and she was fast asleep. I gritted my teeth
and reluctantly let her go, gently rolling her onto her back and tucking the
duvet around her. I leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips, lingering for a
moment, silently willing her to wake up, but she was done in.

I headed to the bathroom instead for a cold shower, trying
to dampen the urges flowing unfettered through my veins. I needed to take my
mind off sex until she was fully awake. I dried off and roughly towel dried my
hair, then spent some time having a shave. When I was done, I held the sink and
just stared at myself in the mirror as I was suddenly filled with sadness. My
ma would have been so happy to know that I’d finally stepped up. She told me
the first time she met Toni that she was the woman to tame me. I just wished
I’d confessed that she’d been right all along when I saw her at Christmas, the
last time I saw her. She’d have been over the moon to know that I’d finally
come to my senses. I shook off my melancholy and opened the bathroom door. I
leaned on the doorframe, allowing my eyes to adjust to the dark, and just
watched Toni sleeping. A smile soon crept back onto my face. Other than her
body filling out from a girl’s to a sexy woman’s, she hadn’t changed at all.
Just like that, I wanted her again, and all the blood rushed to my dick as my
balls tightened.

I climbed back into bed next to her and peeled the duvet
off her body, hissing through my teeth as I looked down at her plump breasts. I
leaned down and started kissing around one, edging closer and closer to her hot
pink nipple. She moaned and shifted slightly, pressing her shoulders down into
the mattress, forcing her breasts up higher. I slowly licked and watched her
nipple swell and harden. I grinned and started to suck it, moving my right hand
up to gently pinch her other one. Jaysis, what did it take to wake her up? I
kissed my way up to her throat, then nipped along her jawline, grinning as she
started to stir. I lay kisses from one side of her mouth to the other. Christ,
she tasted good.

‘No,’ she moaned. ‘I have morning alcohol breath.’

‘Don’t care. Kiss me, Freckles. I need you, right now.’

‘I need a shower, I’m full of you,’ she giggled as her
eyes opened, dazzling mine with their jade green lustre.

‘I’m going to fill you again, just to be sure it was as
good as I remembered the first time, so why ruin the moment with a shower?’

‘I think it was a fluke earlier. I think you’re a one-time
wonder, that’s why you never stuck around a girl too long.’

‘One time feckin’ wonder!’ I gasped. ‘You cheeky mare.’ I
reached down to her ribs and started to tickle her.

‘No, stop,’ she laughed, trying to bat my hand away. I
grabbed both of hers, anchored them to the pillow with one of mine and started
tickling her again. She screamed and thrashed, her breasts wobbling, turning me
on even more. ‘Fin, please,
please.
’

‘See, I remember every single thing about you, Freckles.
I could always make you do anything I wanted by tickling you. But if memory
serves me right, it was your feet that were the most sensitive.’ I winked as
she looked up at me aghast, trying to catch her breath.

‘You wouldn’t.’

‘Try me,’ I warned. ‘You either kiss me, or I tickle your
feet until you beg me to stop.’

‘I’ll kiss you, no more tickles,
please,
’ she
pleaded.

‘A very wise choice, Miss Bradbury.’

‘Where exactly do you want me to kiss you?’ she murmured,
looking up at me suggestively through her lashes.

‘Hmmm, the choices are endless. I’d love to know what
your lips feel like on my dick, but for now, I’d like a kiss on the lips. I’m
in a tender, take it slow kind of mood.’

‘Finian Delany and tender have never been uttered in the
same sentence,’ she giggled.

‘Well, this is a new and improved Finian. Kiss me, before
I change my mind and fuck you senseless.’

‘Such a dilemma, slow and tender or a rough hard fuck.
Hmmm, maybe a girl just wants to sleep.’

‘Sleep my arse. You can sleep when you’re old. I’m offering
myself on a plate here, are you saying you don’t want me?’ I cocked a brow as I
held her gaze and watched her blush.

‘I want you. Kiss me then,’ she ordered in a soft, sexy
and breathless tone that I felt all the way through my body. I leaned down and
did just that. I took my time exploring her mouth, still holding her hands up
on the pillow, while my free hand gripped her pony tail. She whimpered as I
pressed up against her, my erection lying heavy against her hip. I wasn’t in a
rush this time, I knew how good she was going to feel. I wanted to take my
time, to savour her. I ignored the throbbing of my groin and just kept kissing
her, forcing a slower pace when she tried to get more vigorous. I had years of
not kissing her to make up for, years of make out sessions that we’d missed out
on. I carried on until I could bear it no longer, I needed to be back inside
her again. I let her hands go and slowly ran my lips over hers one more time,
then rolled onto my back.

‘Straddle me, Freckles. I want to see your face and body
at the same time,’ I ordered, with a lust-fuelled rasp to my tone. She did as
she was told and I quickly grabbed her hips to steady her as she got into
position. Her cheeks coloured up as she reached down and grasped my dick to
position me. I groaned and felt myself swell in her tiny palm.

‘Crap, you can’t get any bigger, can you?’ she asked,
wide eyed.

‘With you, I have a feeling that anything’s possible.’

‘God, Fin,’ she moaned as she let me go, placing her
palms on my chest and slowly sliding down my shaft. I grunted as she closed her
eyes for a moment, shuddering with pleasure as she began to move on me. I
didn’t know where to look first. Her bright green eyes, her kissable lips that
were parted as she gasped for air between moans of pleasure, her breasts that bounced
and jiggled with each rise and fall, or the apex of her thighs so I could watch
my shaft sliding in and out of her. My fingers curled tighter into her hips as
I encouraged her to move faster and bear down on me harder.

‘Your hair,’ I growled. ‘Undo your hair. I want to see it
loose.’

She reached up as she gyrated her hips, her cheeks rosy
with exertion and did as I asked. Her long dark hair cascaded down her
shoulders, tumbling over her breasts. I’d never seen it so long. She’d always
kept it short or shoulder length at college and uni. The thought of her on her
knees with my dick in her small mouth while I pulled it back, or even better,
tugging it firmly as I fucked her from behind, had my dick swell even more. She
gasped and dug her fingernails into my chest, leaving crescent shaped dents as
she tried to steady herself. I started to pump my hips from below, eager for
more of her, her moans and sighs spurring me on, making me feel invincible. I’d
had all kinds of sex. Fast, slow, gentle, rough, standard, kinky, in all sorts
of locations and positions, but right now … this was the best sex of my life.
Finally connecting with the woman I was meant to be with. I suddenly tipped her
off me and she screamed as she bounced onto her back on the soft mattress. I
flipped myself over to quickly sink back into her, and surprised myself by
grabbing her hands and weaving my fingers through hers as I leaned down to kiss
her.

‘Freckles?’ I whispered against her lips as I slowed down
my thrusts, giving her long, slow but firm strokes, rubbing my pubic bone
against her clit.

‘Yes,’ she replied softly, looking up at me with tears of
happiness in her eyes.

‘I … I …’ I stalled and blew out a breath as I rubbed my
nose against hers.

‘You what, Fin?’

‘I’ve never seen you look more beautiful. You take my
breath away.’

She smiled and blinked back some tears, before lifting
her head to press her lips against mine. I suddenly didn’t want fast, I wanted
to show her with my body how special she was to me. I made love to her, putting
my heart and soul into each movement until she was crying and begging me to
come with her. When I finally found my release, taking her with me, she sobbed
in my arms and I finally fell asleep, our bodies so tightly entwined it was
hard to know where I began and she ended. I’d never felt so content in my life.

Toni

I woke up, half lying on his chest, his strong arm draped
across my back. I could just make out a glimmer of sunlight where he hadn’t
pulled the curtains together properly and checked my watch to find out that it
was just after seven a.m. I lay there for a moment, letting my lips brush
across his chest, breathing him in. Last night had been incredible, so much
better than I ever imagined, but this was Fin. He grew bored of women so fast
once he’d had them in his bed. Could I really stick around to see how long it
would be before he grew tired of me? He’d said nearly all the right words last
night, except the ones I really needed to hear, to tell me that he was serious.
For a moment, I thought they’d been on the tip of his tongue as he’d made love
to me, but they were never there. I doubted they’d ever be there. He’d once
told me that he’d never said the words “I love you” to anyone but his ma. Not
even Amy De Lucca. He’d told me that when he said them to a woman, she was
going to be the woman he married and had a family with, so he was never going
to give them away lightly. If he couldn’t say them to me now, after everything
we’d been through together … well, I obviously wasn’t that woman for him. He
was just exploring all of his sexual sides with a new partner, that was all
this was. I let out a sigh. I was still in love with him. I knew deep down I’d
always be in love with him, but it needed to be a two way street for me to take
this further.

I kissed his chest again, then carefully eased myself out
from under his arm, freezing when I heard him moan and shift behind me. He let
out a groan and I looked over my shoulder to see he was still out for the
count. I gathered my discarded underwear from the floor and snuck over to the
walk in wardrobe. He’d hung up my dress neatly on the hanger, so I quickly
dressed, hoping to make it out before he woke up and realised I was missing. I
found my clutch on the coffee table in the lounge and cast one last look at him
lying in bed fast asleep, wondering if it would be the last time I ever saw
him. I tried to memorise every millimetre of him as he lay there, while tears
pooled in my eyes.

‘I love you, Finian Delany,’ I whispered, then let out a
heavy sigh of regret and slipped out of the door into the corridor.