by V. Theia
Not as long as he’s waited..
He’d lived only half a life.
Drinking water that was bland.
Breathing air that took only existence to his body.
Tasting Aoife was life.
He crushed her lips. Had to. No other choice.
He was a broken man looking for the glue to put himself back together and holy fuck, he was horny.
When their kiss ended, his head was definitely swimming.
Her fingers clawed at him, just as they always had. Desperate for more. She was instantly impatient the moment they started kissing. Grown up Aoife had inherited the trait when she dragged at his shirt for him to give her his mouth again.
“This was your plan, was it? To seduce me at my place of work?”
She nuzzled her lips all over his face and for the life of him, Danny couldn’t think of anything else other than where her lips would land next and splitting her legs open to feel how warm and welcoming she was right there.
She moaned and he savored the noise. Owning it once more.
“What was I to do when I missed you so much?” Hair, red as crimson rubies bounced around her face, making her appear angelic with the dusting of freckles highlighting her cheekbones.
She was ever beautiful, but there was always something ethereal about Aoife, a light he’d been attracted to from birth. Almost as if she’d been otherworldly sent to this earth for his pleasure and torment alone.
Mine. And no one else can have her.
That had been his thought from the first moment he could string together coherent words.
And the thought hadn’t changed, only grown in tempo and conviction.
He’d let her go once and had no intention of ever being that magnanimous again.
Truth be told, he’d run so far with his tail between his legs. So young—unable to cope with that kind of heartbreak, only to realize there’d been a bigger reason behind it.
And then Danny’s life turned to shit for a long time after, making it that much easier for him to compartmentalize the part of his soul that was all his Aoife.
But if that same situation happened today?
Every fiber in his body screamed possession at him.
He knew he’d fight down and dirty as only a Murphy could, to win his ginger Galway girl.
No amount of wealth or status would make him back down.
He’d sell his soul to the devil himself if he had to. Sorry, God.
He had a feeling God would understand.
If not, it would be something else they could talk about later in his prayers.
There was no denying his want.
No locking it behind a door and ignoring its existence.
It was free and demanding satisfaction.
Not when he grew winded looking down at her serene smile.
He kissed her nose and drew back with the last vestige of control he still had.
It was a token fight to resist the pull towards her these past days.
The rage was strong.
In his body, spinning through his head and especially his heart.
Before she could protest, he grasped her hand in his palm and began leading her out through the back corridor to the door which he locked behind them and then over to the house. His voice felt raw as he spoke. “I’m a lot of things, Aoife, but I won’t take you in my church.”
She dared to giggle, gripping his hand with two of hers. “I won’t be sorry, Danny.”
He cast a look back. A look so impassioned he felt his own liver burn up inside him.
He wanted her so badly he was shaking.
“Neither will I.”
Minutes later he locked the door to his house with them inside and Aoife plastered to his chest.
“Now can we make out? I’m dying, Danny-boy.”
Never. He vowed the day she died, if it were before him, he wouldn’t see the next sunrise.
He couldn’t live in a world knowing she wasn’t in it. It was unthinkable.
A significant part of him wanted to do this the right way. Offer her everything. Ask for her hand, to put his ring on her finger and know they belonged to each other in every lawful way they could.
To do it right this time.
He was many things to a lot of people, but there was no doubt in that moment he was just a simple man with sordid hungers rushing through his blood and the noise was urging him to take his girl down to the floor and mount her slender body, so he could live again.
Anticipation scorched through his veins, stimulating, electrifying.
Drawing on his wealth of memories, he unlocked one and remembered the exact way she liked being kissed right before they…. He pressed her lips, waited for her to open and invite him in.
This taste of Aoife was so outrageously right and delicious and sexual, he had the need to drink her in, with one giant swallow of lust.
It was as if the flood gates had burst open and he was drowning in her.
Her fingers twisted in his shirt to keep balanced.
He tore his mouth away on a groan of her name before diving back in.
Desperation worked his body like a tuning fork until all he heard was a fine humming and then that same desperation had him pressing her into a wall and hooking one of her legs high on his waist, so he could fit himself into that small nook of her thighs where paradise was waiting for him.
He should stop comparing the divine afterlife to her pussy, and if he had an ounce of strength left he absolutely would do that. But until then, her pussy was his mecca.
A montage of blinking lights popped behind his lids.
So good, it was just too good. Go slow.
His rolling hips had other ideas when she started to climb him like a spider monkey, her lovely legs wrapped around his waist and he groaned into a thrust.
Soft met hard and Danny was lost to the sensations swamping his head.
“Aoife.” My Aoife. “Where’ve you been all this time?” It was as if all those missing minutes came crashing down around him, stealing his heartbeats. Another kiss, more forceful than he intended but he was without control and when she opened to accept his tongue he didn’t hesitate diving into her sweet taste.
Long minutes elapsed.
“You smell so good,” she whimpered, with her nose buried in his chest, moving it from side to side enough to have Danny wanting her to roam his entire body in that excited, unhurried way—exploring him, relearning the way they made love.
“You and me, Danny. This is us. Can you please kiss me again?” Her fierce green eyes sparkled.
He’d never refused her once in their entire lives.
Spoiled princess is what she used to be.
He wondered had she been spoiled by anyone in recent times?
It hurt his belly to think the answer might be both yes and no.
It would kill him to know some other man had the same rights he once did. To lay hands on her and make her smile.
But if she’d been left wanting … no one to show just what treasure she was, he couldn’t stand that either.
“Give me your mouth,” he demanded more roughly than intended, with his heart hammering at an irregular beat as he closed the inches separating them.
His thoughts vanished in a haze of lust by slamming a kiss to her waiting lips, using his two hands he cupped her face, held her steady and plundered her mouth until all that was inside his brain was the number of steps to getting under her clothes.
Teasing and reacquainting himself with her taste once more.
A warm, wet hug of mouths and breaths.
He shouldn’t.
He couldn’t.
But he needed her more than ever.
Fuck the consequences.
He couldn’t stop now any more than he could levitate up to the ceiling.
Fuck it all. Whatever trouble that might come after her, he knew he’d give his life to keep her safe. It all didn’t matter while he had sweetness on his tongue and the girl of h
is heart ripping at his jeans until they blessedly opened, and his in-pain cock had only to wait another second before her hands slid inside the denim and grasped him tightly.
Her hands were everywhere all at once, along with her soft panting whimpers.
He’d forgotten this, somehow.
How greedy she was.
She could never wait a minute the moment they were alone together.
It was like fucking a redheaded typhoon. Wild and exhilarating.
More often than not, she talked him into taking her in an alleyway on the way home from college, as though waiting just a few minutes until they were back at his empty house, would be the worst thing possible, where he could undress her properly and show how much he’d missed her all damn day by putting his mouth between her legs,
Danny’s body leaned harder, trapping her against the wall as the surrender to their flames engulfed them both, lips biting, tongues rubbing, and hips falling into a hungry grind.
“Not this time,” he rasped, taking her two hands in his, he achingly pulled her off his cock. Weeping at the tip for the loss of her touch, but if he let her continue, this would all be over in seconds. “Is this what you want?” He asked in reply to her little cry of despair.
He stroked himself, pleasure more acute because she was watching his hand.
“Yes, Danny.”
“Is this how you want it, up against a wall, like this?” He gave her a rough thrust that pushed his pining cock up against her softness and nearly turned his eyes inside out with how good it felt.
“Yes, oh, yes, please.”
Their moans mingled as she clutched his forearms and tried to climb him higher. He urged her with his hands on her behind.
Thrusting again.
“I want to do so many things, Aoife. You should tell me to get off you. So many things, I can taste them all.”
“No, never. I need you, Danny. Oh, please. Give them to me, all of them. It’s been so long.”
Not a second later he pushed off the wall and began striding through his house with Aoife clinging to his chest. He swallowed a groan and pressed his lips to hers, famished. “Keep rubbing your pussy on my stomach. I’m already starving for you. You’ll have me like a beast.”
He was part-way there already. Feeling like a cage had been unlocked and he’d been given permission to roam the dark streets.
He could remember how on nights like this, when she was extra needy wanting him, how she’d made his heart pound.
“Unleash the beast, handsome, I can take what you’ve got.” she taunted with her beautiful smile seducing him.
This wasn’t about making memories … was it? Or forging a future?
He needed her so much. For now it had to be enough.
For them both.
There was plenty of time to talk later.
But he had a feeling it was an inevitability where they were heading.
In the bedroom he set her down on her feet, though she didn’t go far by staying glued to the front of his body, tormenting him with how soft she felt.
He watched her petite body writhe and undulate.
She would never stay still when she wanted him, and she’d known how to push all of Danny’s buttons until they were doing things they probably should have waited a good few years to experiment with.
They’d been kids essentially, playing at grownups because their love was so massive they had to share two bodies to house it all.
She was his undoing.
He felt it snap beneath his skin.
An elastic band of control gone just like that and he grabbed her in, lowered his head until their mouths brushed, and breaths became labored.
“Feel what you do to me?” He knocked her with his hips, the ache pulsing through him. So hard, so much want he didn’t know what to do. When he lifted her this time with his hands under her armpits until she grabbed onto him with her vined legs, her whimper shot straight to that hard part of him and she moaned into his mouth.
A hungry girl sucking his tongue.
“Do you remember how well I used to fit?”
“God, yes. So tight wasn’t it, Danny?”
“How I only needed to tilt my hips and I’d be buried in the only home I needed.”
She cried out, latching onto his hair while he hoisted her up by the bottom and grinded on her like the dirty bastard he was, for thinking about the things he wanted to do to her little body.
Holy shit, the lust was battering him from all sides.
He couldn’t see straight, and he hated that every thought he had started with; she used to. Or she once did this.
Everything was from the past, nothing from the present and it killed him.
He should know all her wants and desires in present time.
He should be well equipped on just what Aoife needed.
Hungry for every answer to questions plaguing him, he plundered her mouth instead. Tasting her lust in slow swirls of his tongue until she was as impatient as him and he took them down on to his bed, landing perfectly between her spread thighs. The leggings hid nothing of her heat practically burning a hole through the material. He confidently ran a hand down from her throat, through the valley of her breasts and further still until he had her palmed tightly.
Wet and hot. He was right. She was perfection in a tight little package.
It was a no-brainer to lean down and capture her wet, pouty lips for himself again.
Her taste went nuts in his mouth and he devoured her harder than first planned.
But that was Aoife. She drove him straight out of his bloody mind.
Look at him now, stripping her of her clothes like a mad man.
Worse … a perverted beast needing the taste of her between the legs.
She aided his hunger by opening wider, using his hair to direct him. “I remember this too. How you needed to taste me first. Go on, Danny-boy. I need it just as much. Please. Oh, please, it hurts there without you licking me.”
With his cock feeling like it was already in the tight sheath of her body, he groaned and crawled higher on to the bed with Aoife, using his shoulders he made a space between her legs.
Rocked by need and relief clawing at the inside of his throat, he took that first lick and fell back into paradise, just like a starving dog.
Danny held her down while she bucked her hips and smashed her sex into his mouth over and again. He was the embodiment of desperation trying to fit her completely in his mouth and suck, intensifying the pressure on her clit until she was reduced to just a series of small animal cries.
He remembered every secret nook to lick to send her hips to the ceiling, her cries ringing through his ear canal, he never let up until she nearly ripped out his hair. Her climax claimed them both. Danny steering that orgasmic ship with each slash of his tongue, leading her over the edge, drinking her down.
Cries like submission appeased him only for moments when he reared up to his knees, looking down at her glassy eyes, messy hair and grasping fingers on the bedspread.
He licked his lips clean.
“There she is. The fucking little tease, letting me lick her dry.” He shucked his jeans with a fierce kick of his legs with each biting word.
The churn of her thighs together didn’t go unnoticed by Danny and when he got back in place, helped by Aoife’s dragging hands and vined limbs, he latched onto her mouth for another hot, slippery kiss. The feeling of euphoria stayed right there between his shoulder blades, catapulting him on. The lust coating his vision almost made him forget the most important part.
A hand on her belly, he held her in place. She was a wriggling little thing and he needed to keep his head. She was the only tether to his otherwise fraught control as it tugged at the leash and he felt how hot and sticky she was as he rolled the crown of his length up and down her slit.
His back nearly broke, it felt so fucking good. “Jesus, Aoife.”
“I need you, Danny.”
Need. He’d sailed right past
need and he was in desperation mode as he used shaken hands to roll on a condom. “You… you don’t need that.”
He rushed his gaze to hers, felt his heart thud.
The thought of pushing into her was about to blow his brains out of his skull. But doing that skin to skin? Blood filled his cock and made him bite down on his own tongue.
She must have seen the hesitancy on his face because she sat up on her elbows, using one hand to stroke the side of his face. The touch burned and comforted at once. “I haven’t…”
“Shhhh,” his mouth stopped her, and once he had the protection in place, it took one hard thrust and he was buried in his home again.
Finally.
Aoife clung and clawed and bucked like a tiny bear in the throes of an epic battle. This part of sex he’d never forgotten. Her wildness always turned him on, and it was no less true now as he drove forward so hard and so fast the headboard about cracked in half—bloody hell, did it.
They both muttered incoherent words.
She felt so good clasping him—pulsing and spasming around his cock, he wasn’t going to last. He’d say a prayer to help him out, but it felt too blasphemous to even think of God in the same sentence as the greatest sex of his life.
Exerted sweat coated their skin.
Danny reached behind her neck to draw Aoife’s mouth to his. The kiss that came next with her tongue driving him to behave like a mad man, might just be his undoing.
He touched and kissed and sucked her skin, using his fingers to torment a maddening strum on her hard bud.
She swore, and pleaded, she clawed her nails down his shoulders, she cried into his mouth as her climax claimed her hard with every shudder.
“Aoife. Fuck. You shouldn’t let me take you this hard. Fuck, can’t. Can’t.”
“You will,” she cried out.
The pain of her wild-cat scratching detonated Danny almost into an out of body climax level he’d never reached. His mouth opened to roar as it worked itself down his spine, but no sound came from him.
“Ahhh, Danny. There it is. Feels so good, doesn’t it? That’s it, work it out inside me, I’ve missed this so much.” Her litany of praise went on softly in his ear until the sound was stroking his body, making sure not a drop of his pleasure was left behind. Her hands worked down his back, holding his arse when he gave a great bit tremble and stilled with air shunting through his rib cage.