ointment on my back.” The tip of her tongue darted out and moistened her top lip as she crawled across the bed toward me.
My cock twitched impatiently. It had been inside that sweet pussy of hers, and it wanted back in. Now.
I stared down at the bottle in my hand, recognizing the ointment Brody had specially compounded for Irelyn’s welts. Anger bubbled through me as I thought about the reason she needed this in the first place. I shoved it down, not wanting to go there. In coming here tonight, Irelyn showed me she wanted to move forward. Letting my lack of emotional restraint remind her of what happened would be beyond stupid.
Irelyn sweetly kissed my lips. “So, can you help me?”
“Uh, yeah, I can help you.”
“Good.” She turned around, presenting her back to me as she curled her long legs under her.
She lifted up the lace top, revealing her naked back. Most of the welts had healed, and only one still needed attending to.
I growled low in my throat when I saw it; I couldn’t help myself. He marred my woman’s beautiful, perfect skin.
Irelyn glanced over her shoulder at me. “It’s better, Zolt, promise.”
“I know.” I ground out then cursed myself for my lack of control.
Putting some ointment on my fingers, I gingerly applied it to the last welt.
She winced a little, though I tried to be as gentle as I could. To ease the sting, I kissed all around the spot.
“How much does it hurt?” I asked her as I continued to kiss her back.
Irelyn sucked in a breath and shivered. “Not much.”
She turned around, and her eyes—dark with desire—stared deeply into mine. When she kissed me, the need and desperation we both experienced turned molten, liquefying my insides.
She lifted her arms and took off her shirt, revealing her luscious tits to me.
“Are you sure, Irelyn? I don’t want to hurt you,” I asked, breaking our kiss.
“I need you. Need you to take me, make me yours again.” She straddled my lap and pressed her naked chest against mine.
“You never quit being mine. You’ll always be mine.” I sucked in a breath, loving the feel of her silky skin.
“Zolt,” she whispered, and her head fell back as I kissed my way down her neck toward her nipples. At her tits, I took each one in, sucking and nipping, making the pink nipples pearl with desire.
I gently pressed her back until she lay on the bed, then I continued my way down her body, nipping and licking, making her moan, stopping when I reached the waistband of her shorts.
Her gaze trailed down my shirtless body, landing on my hard cock. The black track shorts I had on did little to hide my excitement.
She continued to stare at my hard-on with lust in her gaze.
I shook my head, guessing her thoughts and desires. As much as I wanted her lips on me, I didn’t want this to be about me. I needed this to be about her and about us.
With Irelyn on her back, I tugged her lace shorts off, stripping her bare. Fuck, she was too hot for words, and I wanted her. Scratch that, I needed her. But more importantly, we needed this. Needed to reconnect with each other, to reclaim each other. Take back what Marcus tried and failed to destroy.
I took off my shorts and took myself in hand, stroking my cock as I drank in the naked woman I loved, sprawled out on my bed before me.
“Fuck, Zolt.” She squeezed her thighs together and bit her bottom lip. When she cupped her full tits and squeezed, I almost came on the spot.
“Fuck, Irelyn,” I growled, returning her sentiment as I climbed back on the bed. As much as I wanted to climb on top of her and slide in, I refused myself. Instead, I kissed her ankle and worked my way up each of her legs, alternatively kissing and licking my way up her body. When I got to her inner thighs, I stopped.
“Open for me, baby. I need to taste you. Now!”
Irelyn’s legs fell open, and she gasped as I positioned myself between her legs. I kissed first one thigh, then the other, working my way to her
My cock twitched impatiently. It had been inside that sweet pussy of hers, and it wanted back in. Now.
I stared down at the bottle in my hand, recognizing the ointment Brody had specially compounded for Irelyn’s welts. Anger bubbled through me as I thought about the reason she needed this in the first place. I shoved it down, not wanting to go there. In coming here tonight, Irelyn showed me she wanted to move forward. Letting my lack of emotional restraint remind her of what happened would be beyond stupid.
Irelyn sweetly kissed my lips. “So, can you help me?”
“Uh, yeah, I can help you.”
“Good.” She turned around, presenting her back to me as she curled her long legs under her.
She lifted up the lace top, revealing her naked back. Most of the welts had healed, and only one still needed attending to.
I growled low in my throat when I saw it; I couldn’t help myself. He marred my woman’s beautiful, perfect skin.
Irelyn glanced over her shoulder at me. “It’s better, Zolt, promise.”
“I know.” I ground out then cursed myself for my lack of control.
Putting some ointment on my fingers, I gingerly applied it to the last welt.
She winced a little, though I tried to be as gentle as I could. To ease the sting, I kissed all around the spot.
“How much does it hurt?” I asked her as I continued to kiss her back.
Irelyn sucked in a breath and shivered. “Not much.”
She turned around, and her eyes—dark with desire—stared deeply into mine. When she kissed me, the need and desperation we both experienced turned molten, liquefying my insides.
She lifted her arms and took off her shirt, revealing her luscious tits to me.
“Are you sure, Irelyn? I don’t want to hurt you,” I asked, breaking our kiss.
“I need you. Need you to take me, make me yours again.” She straddled my lap and pressed her naked chest against mine.
“You never quit being mine. You’ll always be mine.” I sucked in a breath, loving the feel of her silky skin.
“Zolt,” she whispered, and her head fell back as I kissed my way down her neck toward her nipples. At her tits, I took each one in, sucking and nipping, making the pink nipples pearl with desire.
I gently pressed her back until she lay on the bed, then I continued my way down her body, nipping and licking, making her moan, stopping when I reached the waistband of her shorts.
Her gaze trailed down my shirtless body, landing on my hard cock. The black track shorts I had on did little to hide my excitement.
She continued to stare at my hard-on with lust in her gaze.
I shook my head, guessing her thoughts and desires. As much as I wanted her lips on me, I didn’t want this to be about me. I needed this to be about her and about us.
With Irelyn on her back, I tugged her lace shorts off, stripping her bare. Fuck, she was too hot for words, and I wanted her. Scratch that, I needed her. But more importantly, we needed this. Needed to reconnect with each other, to reclaim each other. Take back what Marcus tried and failed to destroy.
I took off my shorts and took myself in hand, stroking my cock as I drank in the naked woman I loved, sprawled out on my bed before me.
“Fuck, Zolt.” She squeezed her thighs together and bit her bottom lip. When she cupped her full tits and squeezed, I almost came on the spot.
“Fuck, Irelyn,” I growled, returning her sentiment as I climbed back on the bed. As much as I wanted to climb on top of her and slide in, I refused myself. Instead, I kissed her ankle and worked my way up each of her legs, alternatively kissing and licking my way up her body. When I got to her inner thighs, I stopped.
“Open for me, baby. I need to taste you. Now!”
Irelyn’s legs fell open, and she gasped as I positioned myself between her legs. I kissed first one thigh, then the other, working my way to her
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