by V. Theia
It was all that kept her focused on the long, cold walk keeping Misha warm, she sang songs to the baby and kept Danny in her mind knowing her safety was in front of her, if she just kept heading towards him.
On that walk—long before she’d wanted to face him, she’d tried hard to scrape together her life first—she’d gone over so many scenarios to keep the cold at bay. Aoife had needed to prepare herself that maybe he’d be married with kids, just because it was the worst possible thing to happen. Learning he was a pastor was shock enough but seeing him with a wife while she was at her lowest point would have been the icing on the cake. Though her friend’s death had taken her across town to him in bitter weather, and the pain of that loss and watching horrified as her young life was snuffed out carelessly, she was ashamed to say the moment she got a good look at Danny, her eyes checked his wedding finger to see it was bare.
Wanting him back was just for her fantasies, until she’d seen him and all that fell away.
She wanted … needed him back.
And even now, as he brushed a rough mouth down the column of her neck she arched back for him, she admitted she wouldn’t have let another woman stand in her way.
Not with the chemistry that would always be between her and Danny.
No other woman—no matter how much he could care about them, would ever live up to what they shared.
Their bond went too deep.
It was in every fiber of her being and once upon a time he felt it too.
She could get that back again. She could.
For Danny Murphy’s love she would fight tooth and nail. She’d fight so dirty.
Whisper kisses. “You know you ache to put me in my place, Danny.”
Breaking their connection, his voice was a coarse pant.
“Aoife, be sure.”
“Oh, my God. I am. I need you.”
They’ve made love several times now, but he hadn’t come to her bed in days.
Aoife figured he’d changed his mind, but then he turned possessive in front of his church people, and then their delicious sofa romp happened.
She was hurting for him.
For his dominating hands, his mouth, his taste. For his strength to override hers.
For months she’d known the dangerous lifestyle she was suddenly embroiled in, but the money was so damn good. She never claimed to be a paragon of goodness.
The man licking her ear would attest to that.
Observing the way Yelena was brutally killed without a flicker of remorse, put her own life into perspective. It was too short to wait for the perfect time.
Getting Danny back was never going to be easy, but she decided on that snowy walk, no more waiting.
Without pause, he drew back far enough that he could grab the waistband of the leggings and tore them down her legs. Underwear and all.
His hands, strong and rough like he dug trenches for twenty hours a day, rolled right up her legs and gripped her behind.
Aoife moaned at being handled.
“Is that what you want? To see me undone?”
“Yes.”
“To know that I’ve thought of nothing but digging inside you over and over right down to the soft part of you until you soak me? Is that it, Aoife?”
His words danced erotically in her ears, until she thought she could possibly be dreaming. Clinging to his hair-dusted, veiny forearms, it was impossible to forget how much taller than her he was. Over a foot and he leaned all that extra size over her with his hands braced on the table so he could take her mouth.
She was open and ready. The first taste of him was exquisite.
The second even better and they kept on increasing until all her moans were swallowed by him.
His frame wasn’t bulky at all. He was strong and lean. When she moaned into his mouth this time, it was because Danny’s oh-so-virtuous hand stole between her spread legs, cupped her roughly and rubbed until she soaked his fingers.
“Danny … oh, God… please. It’s not enough. I need you inside me.”
“Is that what we do? You beg, and I give you what you want?”
Ah, God. There he is.
Air, thick as tar rushed through her lungs. He licked and nipped her lower lip. Aoife’s whole body strained, and she was no longer sure the table would hold her weight. She was too into the wet suction sounds his driving fingers made and the building pressure of the climax mounting through her.
She’d missed this side of him. He’d been so careful with her so far, treating her body gently, that she could have been forgiven for forgetting this side of Danny Murphy existed. Now she felt like she was witnessing him untethered as a furious beat started between her legs and worked its way through her.
Her boneless body was under his command.
He could have done anything in that moment and for sure she would have smiled grateful.
With her arms wound around his neck, their kissing turned a little frantic in tempo.
She knew what he wanted when he got that tone to his voice.
The rich velvety tone to make her wetter.
“Please. Please, Danny. I’m begging you. I’m yours to do what you want.” She whispered against his lips and felt those two pushing fingers stall inside her right where she was most sensitive. Everything in Aoife shattered and she screamed into his mouth as her climax went on and on. Blinding pleasure swarmed her blood and every cell sang out for more.
When he retrieved his fingers … effortlessly slow … she trembled. Sore, but happy and yet satisfied. If he thought that’s all she wanted, he was about to have his hair yanked, but a second later she watched him reach into his sweatpants to free himself.
She wanted him in her mouth, stretching her lips because he was too thick to take all at once, but that’s what her hands were for, to wrap and to stroke down the inches she couldn’t swallow. Oh, the memories of the sucks he used to growl for her to take.
All the force he’d used between her legs was transferred to his mouth on top of hers, stealing her memories and whimpers onto his rubbing tongue.
The crinkle of paper was loud as her eyelids sagged and she wondered absently if her Danny-boy was stowing condoms all over his house now.
But her wonder turned to a staggered moan when the very hard tip of himself dragged through her wetness.
Her legs shook.
Aoife’s back concaved in the middle, only able to reach out and hold either edge of the table as he continued his tortured onslaught.
Up and down. Circling her clit with his plump tip while he ate at her mouth with erotic flicks of his tongue.
Oh, this was her Danny.
Look how she affected this formidable man.
His cock stroked through her wetness, torturously slow, until she popped up her ass in hopes he’d get the hint that she needed more than just tormenting.
He didn’t. He went right on rolling the thick head through her sensitive sex.
She moaned when he held her by the front of her throat, his lips kissing the shell of her ear.
She was all sensation. “You’re evil.”
He chuckled like a handsome devil. “I talk to God often. When was the last time you spoke to him, Aoife?”
“Seven years. I asked him to take care of you.”
“He did as you asked, sweetheart.” Rubbing his dick, he used longer strokes, dragging moans out of her like she’d been possessed by demons. His knuckles grazed against her pussy and clit every time she arched her back in a certain angle.
“Now I can take over,” she whispered, fighting for air.
His free hand gripped the base of her spine, keeping her in place, making sure she stayed where he wanted her.
And she’d never felt happier…more sated to see his desire filled eyes looking down at her.
“Don’t use your sex-kitten voice on me, I can’t last if you do, you already have my cock hard and miserable.”
Just as her pussy started to pulse, he slowed, she squeaked a sound of protes
t, her nails digging into his arms.
“Not fair… don’t stop now, Danny-boy.”
“Hands,” he growled low, vibrating her tongue. Aoife was shaking all over, pleasure coming at her from all corners that for a second she hesitated, and the flash of his blue eyes caused more wetness to flood between her thighs. “Hands now, Aoife.”
God, yes. There he is. Her commanding stag.
She lifted her two heavy arms and put them above her own head, crossing them at the wrists and not a moment later one of his big hands covered them.
Pinning her down heavily.
His body, so big, seemed to cover her from every angle, though he was still standing on the floor, she was surrounded by his size, his scent and the overwhelming presence that was all her Danny.
She moaned incoherently, lifting her neck to grasp for the kiss he held out of reach. “Is this how you want it, Aoife? Me so crazy to fuck you on a table with your legs happily spread for me?”
“You know it is, please.”
“Are you remembering this was your favorite game?” On and on he continued to drag his hardness through her waiting sex, not giving her what she needed most of all and that was to feel him inside her.
Danny was big … she was no cock expert, but she’d always caught her breath when he first pushed inside her, no matter how many times he had her, that first thrust shook down to her soul.
She’d craved it every day for all the days they’d been apart.
Nibbles traced along her cheek; he took a fast kiss then went back to nuzzling his mouth on her throat.
“We were two kids and you came the hardest when I was holding you down, didn’t you?”
“Yes. Yes, you know I did. Can I have it again? I ache all over for you.”
The connection with sex was not what she’d craved every time. It was the thudding of his heart she felt through her own chest. The way he breathed as he tried to control not coming so soon. How soft he held her afterwards.
Danny was her craving, and he was holding back.
She was empty. Too empty. She needed more.
Since her hands were held in his, she lifted her behind, the table underneath her gave a little groan but otherwise stayed solid. Aoife wrapped her legs around his waist and urged him on with slight pumps of her hips.
“No more ache,” he said quietly. The first thrust was agonizingly slow and perfect. When he was seated all the way his breath burst in a surge of gasping grunts. But he didn’t give her a chance to do much of anything, except emit her whimpers of pleasure.
Splayed as she was, with his mouth nuzzling her boob, he started moving in and out of her, shallow at first and then harder.
He sucked hard on the nipple. With a direct line to her pussy she felt the suck spasm there and she cried out.
A grunt rumbled against her cheek when he moved his mouth. She watched his body, saw how it moved and flexed. There was unrestricted power in every thrust.
“I can’t take how much I’ve missed this body. I need to live inside you. Tell me I can.”
“Yes, I need you too. This strong body, the only body to make me feel good. I need it.”
“Mine, aren’t you?”
“Danny,” she moaned nodding her head buried in his chest. “I need to be yours. I was born to be owned… to be fucked by this strong body. Go wild, my Galway boy.”
His hand shackle tightened on her wrists and the pleasure tripled.
They’d experimented in their youth. They loved this.
She loved this and the times he would hold off her climax for hours.
“You feel incredible, sweetheart. I can hardly stand it, you’re so damn beautiful with me inside you. I’ll give you anything you need from my grateful cock.” His voice so much more Irish as desire stroked his vocal cords, he barely inched in and out. The orgasm was already so close she felt like she was flying with her cattish cries.
Sex with Danny had always been intense. When she’d gotten used to his size back then, he’d stopped restricting his roughness and their sex had been reckless and powerful.
Heat swarming in her belly, she watched his eyes turn opaque with each slam and confessed her darkest wish. “I want to feel like I’m your world again. You breathed life into me, and I need to live again.”
The ridges of his length abrading the inside her soft tissues, causing pleasure to rush down her spine. He felt so good hitting the hyper-sensitive spot inside her that made her tremble and cling. The in-out pumping, going slow then fast …. She knew he was waiting for the moment her walls gave in under him and stretched to capacity, and that one lone thought couldn’t stop the train of wanton moans tumbling out through her parched lips.
Oh, she’d missed this. The care and attention he took with her body, every detail from the movement of his hips to the way he took his thumb to where they were joined, and his mouth moved on her breasts. The biting, and hair tugging and the utter fierce taking.
He knew everything about her little signals, cautious enough to go slower, but the clench of his jaw appeared as if he were as desperate as she was for that pleasure.
His hips went harder this time, the table creaked. His hands tightened on her wrists and he grunted leaning down to take her mouth. “Not going to last.”
His thumb moved between them and he touched her swollen, slippery clit with a sure, firm stroke.
Her legs began to shake and with his dynamic thrusts growing in tempo until she felt split in two and his thumb driving her insane there was no holding her back.
Her pussy tightened. Greedy. Greedy. Greedily shaking from the inside as she started to shudder uncontrollably. He watched her go through the tsunami climax.
Everything went out of focus and she heard him curse. “Thank fuck,” His shirt abraded her sensitive nipples, he sucked every whimper out of her, all the while battering her trembling body with his finishing thrusts.
“I’m about to come, hold on tight to me, sweetheart.” She curled her toes, moaning inaudible words back at him.
He continued with punishing thrusts, just what she wanted. Making her cry out, getting her nails dug into his skin.
He collapsed over her with a low throated groan, his mouth pressed to her throat. Hands free now she buried both of them in his thick, soft hair, stroking his scalp with tenderness much in the same way his hands did on her waist before his lips hunted… and claimed hers.
Neither breaking the connection until absolutely necessary.
She’d never seen anything so sexy as her Danny in the throes of his orgasms, he held the patent on how sexy a man could be.
Where minutes ago he was rough with an intense touch, he turned soft, relaxed under his rugged muscles.
Air blew against her neck. “Aoife … we need to talk.”
“In a minute,” she wheezed, drifting her lips over his neck and face.
How could he even string words together at a time like this? She could barely think.
Right then they both heard a door opening and Aoife froze with Danny on top of her. Her gaze pinged to his.
“Pastor Murphy, it’s only me. Sorry, I’m late. I got talking to Joe at the garden center, he said he has some nice lilies for Easter this year. I told him that—”
Aoife, still frozen like a deer. So wrapped up in each other they hadn’t expected her back. She was just one door away from seeing them half naked… or full naked in her case …with Danny inside her … still hard… oh dear God in heaven, he really would lose his wings for this.
She had the urge to giggle and before she could, Danny’s hand pressed to the back of her head, so she was forced to stifled it against his chest. Danny tangled his hand in her hair and called out. “You can take the afternoon off, Cora. There’s not much to do here.”
Except me. Aoife thought, tightening her inner muscles and he grunted. The giggles intensified, and he yanked her hair gently to stop her. Of course it didn’t help a bit.
“I thought you wanted to go over the list for
next Sunday service, so we knew who—” to save everyone their blushes, Danny most of all, it was Aoife who called out next before Cora could come through that doorway. “Cora, I’m with Daniel. Would you mind—”
“Oh!” and then they caught her gentle chuckle. “Yes, of course. I just remembered I said I’d help over at the bakery today. Yes, clean forgot about it. Have fun you two.”
Cora, bless her soul, was most definitely on Team win Danny back.
“That was a close one,” she grinned up at him as he rose and did a fast removal of the condom before he yanked on his shirt again.
When he turned his back and scraped both hands through his hair while he loudly exhaled, doubt crept through Aoife’s head.
Was he glad Cora interrupted before they could do anything else?
She quickly climbed down off the table and got back into her clothes.
“Daniel? Please don’t say that was a mistake.”
He turned then. Eyes dark and moody. “I’ve never regretted ever fucking you, Aoife. I can’t see me starting now.”
Relief stung the back of her eyes as she tried to smile at him. “Then what’s wrong?”
“My aging housekeeper almost caught me … her pastor … balls deep in a girl she didn’t know last week.”
Aoife’s mouth started to turn up at the corners seeing his cheeks highlight with color. “You’re embarrassed! Danny-boy, that’s so cute.”
“Shut up,” he puffed out with a scowl and when he looked as if he was about to stride by, he stopped directly in front and swooped down and took her very willing and eager mouth.
“Since we now have the afternoon to ourselves…” he practically growled and hoisted her feet off the floor until she had no choice but to wrap them around his waist.
Giddy, she clung securely while he took them upstairs.
If he could hear her thoughts he’d hear her singing her heart out.
Badly.
In the wrong key.
But so happy.
NINETEEN
“He loves me. He loves me not.” – Aoife