ye leave me, I’ll die inside.” He kissed her and, slowly, whisper by whisper, touch by touch, kiss by kiss they built themselves into another sexual frenzy.
He sat on his knees and calves as he rolled on a new condom. His feckin’ pink glow-in-the-dark condom. The room had dimmed considerably from the first time they’d made love, and she hadna noticed the yellow one he’d worn.
Anisa gaped at the long pink condom glimmering in the silence.
Bloody hell, he would give Effie such a thrashin’ when they got home.
Anisa’s finger slowly rose and pointed. “Your pecker’s…your pecker’s…glowing,” she sputtered, covered her mouth with her hand, and giggled.
Ronan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ye’re going to make a feckin’ big deal outta this, are’na ye?” First he’d thrash Effie, then he’d give Anisa a good working over, but in a more pleasurable way.
“They say grumpiness is a side effect.” She nodded.
He planted his hands on his hips. “A side effect o’ what? And, fer yer opinion, I am nay grumpy.”
She had the gall to pretend to sniffle tears. “Oh no! Denial is an advanced side effect.”
Bloody hell, he’d had enough. “Of what?” His voice bounced off the log walls of the bedroom.
Her gaze rose to meet his. “I hate to be the one to tell you, but you’ve got the dreaded Parisian Pink Pecker Disease! Oh, sweetheart, there’s only one cure for that.” She started to unroll the rubber. “Lucky for you, I know what it is. Have no fear. We studied it in college. Thank God, it’s not the lethal Parisian Purple Pecker Disease. That involves a more intensive and painful cure.” She tossed the condom over her shoulder and leaned over his groin. She licked her lips and smiled. “I can assure you, this remedy is more pleasurable.”
Her pink tongue circled his cock while her fingers fondled his balls.
Sweet Lord in heaven.
“Let me lay on me back, Beauty, so ’tis easier on ye.” He shifted, stretching out his legs. She grabbed both of his arse cheeks, squeezed them, and all but swallowed his cock. Her tongue did magical things as it swept up and down and flicked back and forth over the sensitive spot beneath his tadger’s head. Surely she’d drive him mad with need. He fisted his hands in her curls and held her head in place.
“Ye are a wonder. Perfection of womanhood.” Her lips traveled the length of him, slowly at first. Then increasing in speed. Words tumbled out of Ronan’s mouth in Gaelic as she drew his life’s force from him and he shouted in release.
He wrapped his arms around her and lifted this fantastic female higher on his body. Her cheek to his shuddering and expanding heart. “Dinna move. I need ye against me.” He reached for the edge of the blankets and covered them. “I dinna ever want to let ye go. Ye have taught me something I never understood.”
“What? How to get rid of Parisian Pink Pecker Disease?”
He smacked her bare bottom under the blankets. “Nay, how deeply and quickly a man can love a woman. I never believed in it. In fact, I often scorned the emotion.”
“And now?” Her fingertips plucked one of his nipples and his cock nodded in approval.
“Now, me whole outlook on life is changing. I will cherish ye, protect ye, and kill to keep ye safe.” He exhaled some gratified laughter. “I’d even be willing to talk about having bairns with ye, if that was something ye wanted.” He sliced the air with the side of his hand. “And that was something I swore I’d never want. Me own bairns.”
“Children? We’ve only just declared our feelings.”
He rolled her over and circled her nipple with his tongue. “What does time have to do with anything? With how our hearts and souls mesh? With how much we need each other?” His finger slipped between the wet folds of her labia and stroked. “Ye do need me, dinna ye? Am I presuming too much?” His thumb circled her clit, closer and closer, yet never touching.
Her rate of
He sat on his knees and calves as he rolled on a new condom. His feckin’ pink glow-in-the-dark condom. The room had dimmed considerably from the first time they’d made love, and she hadna noticed the yellow one he’d worn.
Anisa gaped at the long pink condom glimmering in the silence.
Bloody hell, he would give Effie such a thrashin’ when they got home.
Anisa’s finger slowly rose and pointed. “Your pecker’s…your pecker’s…glowing,” she sputtered, covered her mouth with her hand, and giggled.
Ronan pinched the bridge of his nose. “Ye’re going to make a feckin’ big deal outta this, are’na ye?” First he’d thrash Effie, then he’d give Anisa a good working over, but in a more pleasurable way.
“They say grumpiness is a side effect.” She nodded.
He planted his hands on his hips. “A side effect o’ what? And, fer yer opinion, I am nay grumpy.”
She had the gall to pretend to sniffle tears. “Oh no! Denial is an advanced side effect.”
Bloody hell, he’d had enough. “Of what?” His voice bounced off the log walls of the bedroom.
Her gaze rose to meet his. “I hate to be the one to tell you, but you’ve got the dreaded Parisian Pink Pecker Disease! Oh, sweetheart, there’s only one cure for that.” She started to unroll the rubber. “Lucky for you, I know what it is. Have no fear. We studied it in college. Thank God, it’s not the lethal Parisian Purple Pecker Disease. That involves a more intensive and painful cure.” She tossed the condom over her shoulder and leaned over his groin. She licked her lips and smiled. “I can assure you, this remedy is more pleasurable.”
Her pink tongue circled his cock while her fingers fondled his balls.
Sweet Lord in heaven.
“Let me lay on me back, Beauty, so ’tis easier on ye.” He shifted, stretching out his legs. She grabbed both of his arse cheeks, squeezed them, and all but swallowed his cock. Her tongue did magical things as it swept up and down and flicked back and forth over the sensitive spot beneath his tadger’s head. Surely she’d drive him mad with need. He fisted his hands in her curls and held her head in place.
“Ye are a wonder. Perfection of womanhood.” Her lips traveled the length of him, slowly at first. Then increasing in speed. Words tumbled out of Ronan’s mouth in Gaelic as she drew his life’s force from him and he shouted in release.
He wrapped his arms around her and lifted this fantastic female higher on his body. Her cheek to his shuddering and expanding heart. “Dinna move. I need ye against me.” He reached for the edge of the blankets and covered them. “I dinna ever want to let ye go. Ye have taught me something I never understood.”
“What? How to get rid of Parisian Pink Pecker Disease?”
He smacked her bare bottom under the blankets. “Nay, how deeply and quickly a man can love a woman. I never believed in it. In fact, I often scorned the emotion.”
“And now?” Her fingertips plucked one of his nipples and his cock nodded in approval.
“Now, me whole outlook on life is changing. I will cherish ye, protect ye, and kill to keep ye safe.” He exhaled some gratified laughter. “I’d even be willing to talk about having bairns with ye, if that was something ye wanted.” He sliced the air with the side of his hand. “And that was something I swore I’d never want. Me own bairns.”
“Children? We’ve only just declared our feelings.”
He rolled her over and circled her nipple with his tongue. “What does time have to do with anything? With how our hearts and souls mesh? With how much we need each other?” His finger slipped between the wet folds of her labia and stroked. “Ye do need me, dinna ye? Am I presuming too much?” His thumb circled her clit, closer and closer, yet never touching.
Her rate of
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