Donovan's Struggle, an Erotic Romance Novella (Anam Céile Chronicles)

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Author: Rosalind Scarlett
her crevice against me.
    Once she had settled onto me
lap, she thrust her arms about me, crushing her mouth to mine.  With having to
concentrate hard not to just sink meself up inside her, I just passively received
the assault of her lips upon mine.  Then I began responding ever so carefully, hoping
to persuade hers to move in a more restrained manner, so that I could pace
meself and enjoy her without taking it further than I knew we should.  Nevertheless,
she persisted in kissing me zealously.  It was clear she strove to entice me to
the end.
    Feeling her crux swelling harder,
she rubbed it against me, stimulating her juices to flow out.  How I longed to
be buried there in her, slide up inside, those juices welcoming me in . . .
    Finally, I unleashed meself, matching
the intensity of her kisses.  Evidently needing a moment to catch her breath,
she dipped her head back, her chest rising to meet me face. 
    Unable to resist, I gathered her
breasts in me hands, at last bringing me face to them, showering kisses upon
the creamy, supple flesh before focusing me mouth upon the centre.  Savouring the
feel of her velvety nipple, I circled it with me tongue repetitively,
delighting in hearing her whimper which begged me fer more.  Then I drew her
nipple into me mouth slowly.  Aislinn sucked in her breath as I began to suck
it deeply. 
    I suckled her gorgeous
breasts, one and then the other, over and over, making her squirm as me own
organ grew harder beneath her than I would have ever imagined was possible,
pressing firmer against the soft, melting flesh of her sex, impelling it open
more.  The scorching heat of her arousal I could feel flowing out onto me,
moistening me with the slickness of it, beckoning me in.  The only thing I
could do was suckle harder upon her breasts, making her squirm and moan invitingly. 
Though what I really yearned to do was sink meself deep into her, thrusting the
instrument of me arousal into her over and over until me ears were rewarded
with the cries of her pleasure.
    Her squirming became more
rhythmical, until she was essentially gliding the folds of her flesh along me
rigid organ, enfolding me effortlessly.  I was fully aware of the fact that all
I need do was shift in the slightest and I would be immersed inside her hot
channel rather easily.  In fact, the knowledge of it was excruciating, to say
the least.  More than anything I wanted to be inside her in that moment. 
    Yes, I wanted that.  I wanted
it badly.  Yet I knew I could not.  To do so would prove me a selfish bastard,
indeed.  Never in me life had I had to work so hard to restrain meself, to
uphold me values, to respect her.
    I struggled to stay true,
determined to be the man she so deserved, so she would never look back and
regret giving up everything in her life, turning her back on her family to
marry me.  
    However, if she were to be
the one to take me inside of her, perhaps then I could just let her carry on. Then
I would not be the one forcing meself upon her, robbing her of her virtue.  After
all, who would I be to confiscate her source of pleasure once she makes up her
mind and takes hold of it?  
    But alas, she did not.  Instead
she seemed perfectly content to merely wriggle herself back and forth along me
rigidity, the evidence of her arousal saturating me, driving me insane.  And then
her moans became longer, deepening, until she was nearly screaming as a banshee
next to me ear. 
    Her sex I felt pulsating
against me cock, her molten juices flowing out onto it, and I knew she had
achieved her climax.  How I wanted to be inside her, to feel the muscles of her
sex clinching around me organ, milking me.  Just with the knowledge, fer a
moment I thought I would spurt again all over her.
    Panting desperately, Aislinn’s
eyes locked onto mine, and I understood she was entreating me.  Clenching her
arms tighter, I grunted long and low several times, attempting to ward off me unrelenting
temptation fer her. 
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