Her voice is muffled and broken by moans as she says, “Me too.”
This time when I slap her pussy, I do it harder– then thrust two fingers deep inside her tight pussy and thumb her clit. Her hips thrash as she comes apart over my hand, herhands tugging me deeper onto her face so that I follow her over the precipice and come with her.
White flashes behind my eyelids as pleasure tingles through each cell in my body, lighting me up as I shake above Cyrus.
Not wanting to actually suffocate her, I manoeuvre off her face when my body sufficiently remembers it needs oxygen, collapsing in a heap on the mattress.
We both lay there completely fucked out, gasping for air.
When we slowly come back down to earth, her gaze flits over to mine, a small blissed out smile breaks her usual stone exterior.
Smiling back, I open my arms and she crawls in. Resting her head on my shoulder and throwing her arm and leg over me. She instantly nuzzles into the side of my chest and makes the sweetest, happiest little sound I think I’ve ever heard.
My heart melts.
Bending to kiss the top of her head and squeezing her closer, I get comfortable. We should get up to clean up our mess but neither of us really give a fuck about that right now. Sleep weighs us down more and more.
My eyelids flutter closed, and I whisper, “Goodnight, dove.”
“Goodnight, Tally.” Her voice is mumbled and wrecked and oh so damn perfect.
Then I fall asleep with the image of her dancing through my dreams all night.
Chapter Twenty-One
TALLY
The last couple of days have gone the same. Wake up, quick orgasm with Cyrus before we both have to go to our duties, then when the evening rolls around, we meet in her room in the inn, and fuck until we pass out.
It’s been delightful.
Except I know it’s been weighing on Cyrus that Amara has yet to wake up. Five days is a long time for anybody to be out cold. I’ve seen the nervous looks the crew’s doctor gave his wife when he left her room earlier this morning. Even he’s worried she’s not going to wake up.
I have concerns if she’ll wake up again. Although I’m crossing everything that I can, she’ll wake up. And soon. I know Cyrus will be destroyed if Amara made it this far only to die now.
I really don’t want to see her destroyed, torn apart by the loss of Amara. It’ll remind me that’s who Cyrus truly loves. Not me.
Shaking the negative thoughts from my head, I smile at the next patron ordering mead, ale, rum and everything else on the menu.
One hour till closing time. Sixty minutes. Three thousand-six-hundred seconds.
It can’t come quick enough.
Instead, the minutes drag out, slow and torturous as patrons order more and more, using every tankard this place has. Tomorrow I’m taking a day off. Or at least not working until close.
I’m so tired and so horny.
Slowly, closing rolls around and I rush through closing up and cleaning before running upstairs. I barely remember to say goodbye to the people who worked with me behind the bar tonight.
Once I’m in front of Cyrus’s door I don’t bother knocking, just barrel inside and immediately start untying the laces at the front of my dress. I regret putting on such a complicated dress this morning. I let out a grumble as the ties fight back against me and my need to be undressed five minutes ago.
A low chuckle vibrates across the room as Cyrus walks over from the window. She’s only wearing a half done up, oversized shirt. The material grazing the tops of her thighs and the open top giving a delicious peak at her cleavage.
She stops in front of me, her fingers replace mine on the ties, deftly releasing them. She makes quick work of the ties, until the dress loosens enough to fall off my shoulders.
She bends down, putting her mouth to my ear, delicately leaving a kiss on the shell before whispering, “Are we desperate tonight?”
I growl,fuck yesI’m desperate. Especially after she walked through the tavern winking at me, something so out of character and bold, it ruined my undergarments immediately and left me a mess all fucking evening.
