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And the twelve disciples.
I'd been wrong before.
This was fucking heaven.
Letting my weight resettle on her, I felt her arms and legs tighten around me as she held me in place.
“You’re inside me,” she whispered, and that tone of hers, so full of wonder and hope, nearly had me blowing my wad.
“You’re perfect, Star. So fucking perfect.”
“I didn’t… I wasn’t sure if I’d be able…” She groaned and her hips bucked. “Thank you,” she cried, her mouth colliding with mine again, putting the brake on her words as she fucked me from beneath.
That was Star.
Aggressive, even when she was on the bottom.
She writhed underneath me, thrusting back as I started to rock into her, keeping it deep, not wanting to leave her when it had taken years for me to reach this point.
Fuck, I never wanted to leave. I wanted to stay here forever. She was mine. My home. My haven. My fucking everything.
With our tongues thrusting against the other, mimicking what was happening down below, I felt the ripples of her cunt before she did—they were rhythmic, heavy, and deep.
Those taut, inner muscles began to pulse around me, milking me of my cum, tormenting me with the need to fill her, with the urge for her to come around me and for me to share in her bliss.
When her mouth pulled away from mine, I watched as her head ground into the pillows, her hair splaying wide as the peak started to hit.
I chased her lips and kissed her as she whimpered her pleasure, sobbing through it, massive judders in her muscles making her quake beneath me as her body imploded and exploded all at the same time.
There was no way in fuck that I could have survived that—I came.
Her cunt was tight and hot and wet, and it didn’t stop clutching at me as I gave her everything I had to give, every drop until we were sealed together.
For-fucking-ever.
When I slumped on her, she didn’t shove me away. She clung harder to me, and because I knew she wanted to let go as little as I did, I rolled us over so my weight wasn’t heavy on her, and she settled back atop me with a soft, contented sigh.
Covering her with the duvet, knowing that I owed Finn a new guest bed, I held her as she nuzzled into me and both of us fell asleep, our minds unerringly on the same truth—yesterday had only been our beginning and now, we had a tomorrow.
7
STAR
It could have been awkward, but this was Conor. Nothing was awkward with him.
Which, in itself, had long since told me I was fucked.
Yet, because it was Conor, I could handle being fucked.
Literally and figuratively.
That meant when our skin cleaved together from heat and sweat, he chuckled, and that made me grin as we had to pry ourselves apart.
It meant that when I saw the mess we’d made on the sheets, he nudged me under the chin and told me he’d be buying Finn a new bed, ignoring my blush to greet me with another kiss.
It meant that when we showered and he cleaned me down there, I didn’t even flinch, just let him tend to me.
It meant that everything was different. That nothing was the same. That the sky was bluer and the sun shone brighter. It meant that Aoife’s croissants were delicious, but they tasted so much more scrumptious with the endorphins still whirring around my brain and with Conor’s hand on the small of my back.
