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He grunts as I roll my hips before lifting myself off once more.
I keep the pace slow, wanting to savor the way Cormac’s eyes flash with need every time I lower myself onto his cock, how he hisses through his teeth as I circle my hips one way and then another, moaning at how good it feels.
“Fuck, this is torture,” he grunts, and I laugh.
“But it feels sogood.”
“I can tell, from the way your pussy is gripping my cock, baby.” Cormac kneads my breasts with his calloused hands as I continue to slowly bounce up and down.
I sink my fingers into his hair and bring his mouth to my nipple, holding him against me as I quicken my pace. “So fucking good.”
I cry out as Cormac grazes his teeth over the sensitive bud, sending a jolt of pleasure through me.
My hips buck, and Cormac thrusts his own to meet me, forcing his cock even deeper inside me.
I claw at his back. “More.”
Cormac wraps a hand around my waist to hold me steady as he thrusts his hips upwards, making my breath catch in my throat.
“Like that?” he murmurs.
I can barely nod.
With each thrust, his cock brushes against my inner walls, leaving my thighs trembling.
I bury my face in his neck to try and muffle my cries, but Cormac won’t allow it.
He wraps my hair around his wrist and pulls.
He holds my head in place. “I want to watch you come. So, you better come for me, Fi.”
I claw at his skin, barely able to breathe as I fight to hold on a second longer. I never want this feeling to end. I want to ride the edge of my pleasure with Cormac for the rest of my life.
His breath tickles my cheek, his chest heaving as he reaches the edge, but I can’t fight it any longer.
I let myself go, crying out his name as I climax.
A guttural sound builds in Cormac’s throat, and I watch in awe as he comes, his body tensing beneath me, every muscle flexing with each thrust as he spills into me.
It seems like a lifetime before we finally come down, both of us panting as we try to catch our breath.
Even when Cormac slides himself free, I don’t move from his lap. I keep my arms wrapped around his shoulders, and my face buried in his neck, needing to keep him close for a little longer.
Cormac’s hand gently strokes my hair, and my eyes flutter closed as I listen to the sound of his breathing start to even out.
“We’ll figure this out,” he murmurs against my hair. “One step at a time.”
Chapter Eighteen
CORMAC
It takesme a second to realize that the bed beside me feels warmer than usual.
My eyelids feel heavy as I force them open.
When I glance over, I notice Fiona lying curled up near the edge, the comforter twisted around her naked body.
It’s the first time she’s stayed in the same bed with me since… well, since everything.
