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"Ahmno a demon," I say, as I rise up before her, my erection in her face. "But I can fuck ye like a man who hasnae had a woman in centuries. Will that do?"
"Yes-yes-yes."
I crawl onto the bed, moving behind her on all fours, and slide my legs around her on either side. I position my groin against her erse and my hard cock against her back. When I settle my hands on her thighs, she leans back into me. I plant my feet on the floor and ease one hand between her thighs. The second I dive my fingers between her wet folds, she moans.
"Thought you wanted to feast on me," she says, as her head lolls against my shoulder.
"Another time." I pet her folds, keeping my touch delicate. "Do ye trust me?"
"Completely."
I toy with her flesh with my fingers, gliding them around her outer folds and into the inner lips of her cleft. I stroke slowly up and down, and even when she writhes her hips in a desperate plea for more, I touch her everywhere except herbrillean. I sink one finger inside her, then another, pushing them as deep as possible, coating my fingers with her wetness. The heel of my hand covers her mound, but I wriggle it until I have my palm pressed into her clit.
"Aidan," she moans.
"Shh," I whisper into her ear. "Let me take care of everything."
I rub my hand into her stiff clit with slow and rhythmic strokes while I withdraw my fingers and plunge inside her, repeating the motion as deliberately as I'm rubbing her. She grips my thighs, writhing against me, rolling her hips into my palm and my thrusting fingers. Her orgasm sweeps over her in lazy waves, her body squeezing and releasing my fingers over and over. She whimpers with every pulse of her release and keeps thrusting against my palm even when I slide my fingers free of her body.
I lean around her to retrieve a condom from the drawer, then pull away from her backside only enough that I can tear open the packet and cover myself. Once I've done that, I grasp her hips and hoist her up and onto my lap, impaling her on my cock.
"Oh," she gasps, like she's surprised by the sudden fullness of myslatburied to the hilt.
Christ, she feels good, like a hot, silky glove that conforms to my dick. I swear her body must've been made for me, the way every part of her fits every part of me so well.
I strap one arm over her belly and pitch backward, supported on my other arm. Then I start thrusting in smooth strokes that gradually escalate into a pounding rhythm. Her tits flail every time I punch into her with so much force her erse bounces up off my cock, and when she slams back down, my balls slap against her flesh. Every punishing thrust sets off another round of wet slapping as our bodies converge, separate, and converge again. Our fevered cries echo around us, and the musky scent of sex permeates the room.
She comes with an erratic scream, her body still bouncing on my cock.
I thrust one last time, letting out a hoarse bellow while my release barrels through me. Then I collapse backward onto the bed, taking her with me, my softeningslatwedged inside her.
The sound of puppies barking at last penetrates the fog of our sexual fervor.
"Better see what's going on out there," she says between heaving breaths as she climbs off me.
I groan, sprawled on the bed.
She grins at me. "That's okay, you stay there."
"Thanks." I give her a lopsided smile. "Still feeling cheated?"
"Not in the least."
Chapter Eighteen
Calli comes back after checking on the puppies and informs me the furry lassies are barking at a squirrel in a tree. The squirrel fled, so now the puppies are quiet again. Not that they stay quiet for long. Misty and Mandy have more energy than any dogs I've met before. Sometimes I could use an injection of their energy.
The lustful American I slept with last night seems determined to exhaust me with her sexual appetites. Aye, it's a tough job, but I can handle it.
While Calli goes into the bathroom to take a shower, I settle onto the sofa to watch the puppies playing out in the yard. They have a stick, and they take turns trying to get the thing away from each other. That entertains me for a few minutes, then I decide to turn on the television and find something to watch. I try three different home improvement shows, but all the people on those shows do bloody stupid things. I guess a contractor shouldn't watch that rubbish. I'm not normally a couch potato, but I can't think of anything else to do until Calli comes out of the bathroom.
My mobile rings, and I see a familiar name on the caller ID. Lachlan is ringing me, right on schedule. I put him on speaker.
"Aidan, what trouble have you gotten into now?" he asks in his annoying big-brother voice, the one that always makes me feel like a wee laddie who got caught doing something naughty. "I had to hear it from Jamie that you've got a girl. When's the wedding, Don Juan?"
"Donnae be calling me that. And there's no wedding." Not yet, but I won't say that to Lachlan.
"If you promise never to call methatnickname again, I won't call you Don Juan."
