It felt so good being stuffed with him. Her hands moved off the sheets seeking something more solid and finding the headboard. She could feel the bed moving underneath her as they found a rhythm together. Gods, his cock felt so good in her ass.
“Tell me how badly you need me,” she ordered. “Tell me how good I feel.” Sometimes she wished she could get inside his head and feel the things he felt about her and hear the things he thought about her when they were being like this. The only way to get inside his head was to ask. She wasn’t above asking.
She felt sticky and gross but she couldn’t stop now. She was going to drag him into a long shower after this. For now she concentrated on the burning of her loins and the need to get off again. One hand moved off the headboard, trusting Padrig to not let her completely fall apart as it slipped between her legs touching herself, rubbing her clit.
The sound of his moans in her ear was the hottest thing in the universe. Better than anything else. She couldn’t heard the thunder with that in her ear. The naughty nothings were sweet in her ear but a part of her would always miss the days of romantic nothings.