There’s many great joys in my life, most of them involving Amy in some shape or form. One of my greatest delights is seeing her get more comfortable with me. It’s the greatest honor I’ve ever received, and I don’t know what a fecker like me ever did to deserve it.
I lean down and kiss her, grinding myself on her until I feel her wetness seep through the fabric of my briefs. I break away to pull my t-shirt over my head and yank off my briefs. I can feelher eyes on me, admiring me as I grab a condom wrapper from the nightstand. I lean back down to kiss her again as I roll it on.
She’s already moaning as soon as I rub myself through her folds. I grind against her until we’re both panting, and then I dip down to finally sink into her.
I don’t regret focusing only on Amy’s pleasure. I’d do it all again in a heartbeat, I’d do it for months on end if I needed to. Whatever it took to make Amy understand how wonderful she was and how much she deserved. I’d planned on going a lot longer, even.
But that doesn’t mean that I didn’t miss this. Being intimately connected with her, feeling her pussy squeeze me in ways only she could. I love being on top of her, looking down in her eyes. That’s the thing about my face being between her thighs, I can’t really see her facial expression as she feels all of the pleasure I’m giving her.
I tease us both by dragging out of her at a glacial pace before pushing in just as slowly. I think this is what heaven must feel like, the glide of her around me. Only when the edges of Amy’s beautiful eyes crinkle with the pain of needingmoredo I increase my pace.
The old bed makes a symphony of sound, creaking, the headboard hitting the wall, the rustle of blankets. Those sounds join the delicious ones that our bodies are making, skin against skin, the wet slide of my cock. “We need to get you on different birth control, leannán. Ineedto feel you without a barrier.” I grunt as I lean over her, keeping my pace steady.
Amy nods, tears pricking the corners of her eyes. I take that as a good thing, and move faster. My lungs burn, but I barely notice, too wrapped up inher. In every sound she makes, in the feel of her legs around my hips, in her pulsing pussy gripping me.
“I want a future with you, Amy. A home with love and comfort, just like this cottage always was for me. I know you’ll make any house we live in a home. Because that’s just how you are, and youmeaneverythingto me.” Amy looks up at me as I ramble on about how wonderful and beautiful she is, my heart overflowing with praise for her that I can’t seem to keep in.
I’m nearly bowled over when she comes, tightening around my cock. I’m swelling and spilling into the condom before I can even fully realize what’s happening.
We lay there and pant for a minute, basking in the post-orgasm glow and enjoying just being close. I kiss all over her cheeks and nose, making her giggle. I linger, not wanting to be parted from her, but she huffs. “Your skin is sticking to mine. Off, please.”
I gently slide myself out and roll over to take care of the condom, and Amy shudders, but this time not in pleasure. I grin as she scrunches her nose up and scratches at her arms. “Should I be offended?” I chuckle, not seriously upset by any means.
Amy’s face softens, brows pinching with worry. “No! Not at all. That was just…an unpleasant sensory experience there for a second.”
I chuckle and round the bed to lean down and kiss her forehead. “Never change, leannán. Never change.”
26
Amy
We spent so much time at the beach, I’ve managed to develop a bit of a tan. Kerry, on the other hand, is as red as a lobster. I guess I need to be more conscious of his Irish complexion and how easily he can burn.
The time spent on that balcony cracked open deep wells of intimacy in our relationship. I told Kerry things I’ve never told anyone else before. I’m pretty sure he did the same. The cottage brings out a different side of him. I think his father often haunts his steps, but Cobh is the one place the dead man has no power in.
I feel a bit sad as we arrive back at his soulless magazine-ready house. It’s worlds away from his mother’s cottage.
Kerry squeezes my hand as we get out of the car. There’s already people zipping around to prepare for the ball, making my anxiety spike already. I miss the privacy and quiet of the cottage where it was just the two of us.
Kerry looks at me with a softness in his eyes that belongs tocottage Kerry.I was scared he’d disappear when we left Cobh. “You okay, leannán?”
I shrug and nod. “Yeah, just sad about our trip ending.”
He pulls me into his arms and kisses me, rocking me gently. “We’ll go back soon, I promise. I plan on making a regular tradition of it. Just you and me.”
I smile at him making plans for a future together. Clearly he’s already been giving thought to this. “Okay. I’d really like that.”
He intertwines our hands again as we head inside, and good lord, it’s even worse inside. Dozens of people work to decorate every surface available. All of the furniture has been removed, and the atrium has been turned into a ballroom. A big chandelier hangs from the ceiling, and the wooden floors have been replaced with marble.How did they manage that?
I don’t know if Kerry quite understood what he was agreeing to when he told Alessandro he’d host hisgrand ballhere. I mean, changing flooring is a big deal.
Kerry looks just as shocked as I do, his eyebrows raised, gray eyes wide, lips parted.
Alessandro rounds a corner and practically runs at us. “Ah! You’ve returned! I hope your honeymoon was wonderful. Now, now, I must tell you all of the things…big changes, big changes, all good things. It looks great, does it not?” He gestures wildly to the atrium.
“My furniture and plants—” Kerry starts, sounding slightly horrified.
Alessandro laughs and waves him off. “All fine! Well, mostly. A plantmayhave taken some damage, but it can be saved, I’m sure. The furniture is fine, in storage. Which is unfortunate, it’s all a crime against the eyes. Hideous. Ask your wife for help next time.” He scoffs.
