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became almost too much to stand, and she whimpered aloud.
      In response, Quinn took each, one at a time,
into his mouth and suckled with slow tenderness.   Deirdre arched her back as every nerve ending
in her body went on high alert.   She
twined her fingers tighter in his hair until he undid her jeans.   “I think ‘tis time to hit the sack, mo ghra, mo chroide.”
    She agreed and they managed to shuck
their remaining clothing.   With hands
fondling, fingers caressing, mouths connecting, they made their way to his bed
and collapsed on it, face to face.   Quinn
traced the edge of her face, then used his finger to
trail down her body to her feet.   He
tickled the bottoms and made his way upward as Deirdre sprawled back with legs
spread wide in invitation.
    Dear god,
his hands are as hot as a demon’s straight from hell.   She gloried in the way his feverish
fingers stroked her with appreciation and reverence.   “Ye’re so lovely,” he whispered. “God, I’d
forgotten how much, though I dreamed of this near every night.”
    By the time Quinn reached her pussy, it
radiated heat and pulsed with need.   Her
slick, wet walls ached for him with such intensity it almost hurt.   His gentle hands rubbed her mound and sent
spirals of sweet, potent delight through her body.   He inserted one finger and probed her, then he lifted up to thrust into her with one graceful
motion.  
    Quinn filled her and her inner spaces
tightened around him with wanton need.   He rocked her, his arse shifting in a dance as old as time as she
shifted so he could go deeper.   Deirdre stretched
out her arms, blind with want and wrapped them about him as he worked in and
out, out and in.   Each time, the friction
brought her closer to orgasm.   His dick,
hard as Connemara marble, delivered extreme pleasure and through a haze, she
caught sight of his face.   His broad
grin, his focused concentration and half-slit eyes told her he enjoyed it as
much.   He penetrated into her body and
pierced her soul.
    “Come with me,” he cried as the rhythms
intensified.   He sped up his movements to
keep pace with the growing earthquake about to hit. “Deirdre, come.”
    She held back as long as she could,
savoring the savage intensity and delighting in every wave of sensation. Quinn
rammed harder and quickened his pace again.   Deirdre surrendered to the spasms and gave way to the rushing tide of
pure physical delight.   She clung to him
and at the very last moment, he kissed her, tongue and all.   Between them, the life force reared with
power and banished any lingering illusion of death. Locked into one embrace,
bodies engaged in every possible way, they shuddered and peaked.   Together they rode the erotic fire into the
sun, gasping and consumed.   It lasted
forever and ended too soon.
    Quinn remained inside her for a few
moments, his mouth connected to hers, then he quivered
one more time.   He collapsed beside her, sweating, panting, and red-faced with a smile
brighter than anything she’d ever seen. “ Ta
ghra agam do, acushla,” he whispered.
    “Oh, Quinn, I love you, too.”
    “Come here, woman.” He pulled her into
his arms and held her, not speaking for some minutes, then he groaned. “It’s a wonder Des hasn’t come beating down the door after me.”
    The idea struck her as hilarious and she
started giggling.   It became a
full-bodied laugh and he joined her.   Then he shook his head.   “I’ve got
to get dressed and get downstairs.   I’ve
got a mouth on me now, ready for supper, but I’ll wait for ye .   Ye are comin’ down, are ye not?”
    Limbs stretched and limp, body slick
with sheen of sweat, she’d rather curl up and   bask in the after effects.   “Yeah, I am.   I think I’d better shower first, though and get dressed. You should,
too.”
    “I haven’t time,” Quinn said as he
pulled on his shirt and buttoned it with quick fingers. Minutes later, fully
dressed, hair combed back with a lick