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“I’m not sure I can take you again,” she says timidly as I tower over her.
“Don’t worry,” I soothe. “I only want another taste.”
She shivers violently as I get onto my knees before her.
She’s laid out before me like a feast, and I hook her legs over my shoulders. I can’t help but chuckle as I begin kissing my way up her thigh. Her gasps come out in short bursts as her desire begins to build again.
“That tickles,” she chastises as the vibrations echo across her skin. “Please, stop playing with me.”
I don’t need to be told twice. She lets out a strangled gasp, and her legs tighten around my head as I drag my tongue up her opening. Lingering on her clit a moment to lick, once, twice, three times before her hips rise eagerly into my mouth.
I hum as I indulge myself on her juices, lapping up every drop she gives me as a scream rips from her.
She curses my name, and I just grin. My cock twitches at the sound. Does she have any idea what she’s done? That sound will haunt me forever; the delicious taste of her will linger on my tongue every time she calls my name.
Her body trembles with the effort of keeping herself up, so I grab her firmly, plunging my tongue deep within her and drawing out yet another wave of pleasure from her lips.
I can’t help it. My hand begins to work my throbbing cock. The state of her crying out for me like this, desperately clawing at my back, has my own orgasm building.
I watch her as she reaches another peak, and I withdraw, replacing my tongue with my other hand. Working us both in synchronization.
Faster and faster. Our groans of pleasure mingle in the air. Her huge, emerald eyes stare at me helplessly from above her bouncing tits.
Then it happens. I feel her tighten around my fingers just as my own senses become overwhelmed with pleasure.
We come together, shaking violently with our passion.
***
The morning brings a sense of peace I haven’t felt in a long time. There’s a comforting weight lying across my chest and the smell of Roisin over every inch of me.
She mumbles as I begin to stir, and I take a moment to make sure she’s still asleep before rising fully.
Daylight streams through the window, promising an unusually warm day after the storm we just had. I spy a coffee machine in the corner and make my way over, suddenly craving a caffeine hit after the exertions of the evening before.
After setting the machine off, I glance back at the bed. Roisin sleeps soundly, a mess of red hair obscuring her peaceful expression. Her naked body wraps around a pillow where I had just been.
I can’t help but smile at the sight. Sometimes, it’s easy to forget just how delicate she is, but right now, it’s never been clearer.
Resolution tightens in my stomach. I will never let anything harm her.
As the machine purrs and the aroma of coffee begins to fill the room, Roisin begins to stir herself. By the time I’ve filled up two mugs, she’s sitting up in bed, eagerly reaching for her cup.
“Thank you,” she says, immediately blowing the surface cool. “Nothing worse than a champagne hangover.”
I throw her a slightly worried look as I climb back into bed. “You’re hungover?”
“Not exactly,” she admits. “It’s more that I want more. And champagne is a rather expensive habit to sustain.”
I cringe a little at my lack of foresight. Of course, Roisin once told me about her vices, that alcohol was at least better than whatever she overdosed on.
“I’m going to preface this by saying it’s your body, and you can do what you want with it,” I say carefully.
“But?” she catches on.
“But,” I give her a little nudge. “Maybe with everything else going on, dealing with alcohol on top of it all may not be in your best interests?”
She sighs, taking a long chug of coffee. “I know.”
