As she slid a leg over Grant's torso, Aoife knew this had to be the last time. If she were going to truly hold herself accountable this was already one too many, but once he'd kissed that spot where shoulder meets neck the result was a foregone conclusion. Shame it had to end, for he was a nice lad, well-built and thoughtful, and armed with an adept tongue and endurance galore. Said application of those skills was why the heat between her legs made her feel she'd surely melt if she didn't feed the fire, and wasn't that a contradiction? Not the time for musing, though.
Biting her lip, a moan escaped as she eased the head of his cock inside, pausing to savor both his gasp and the anticipation of what was within reach, fulfilling her desire, slaking her hunger.
Especially her hunger.
Through sheer will Aoife limited herself as she slowly slid every bit of him inside, taking tiny sips of his essence instead of the gigantic gulps her body was screaming for, aching for, clamoring for. The pleasure threatened to break her resolve but she managed to both revel in the orgasms that rippled through her and keep from taking him too far - t'was a close thing. As his own climax overwhelmed him she felt his heart skip out of time and missing a beat or two before shuddering back into rhythm. As he collapsed beneath her she noticed the gray hairs on his temples, the lines next to his eyes, all new. Indeed, time to go.
The things he started murmuring as she sprawled next to him only reinforced the need to break it off. She sent him away with a kiss that still tasted like her, and it was all she could do to not slam the door shut and fuck him against it. In the end she more or less shoved him out, slumping against the frame despite the raw energy surging through her. His life would be shortened from having been with her, but not too much. Days, a couple of weeks, maybe a month. She'd learned how to take what she needed and little more, so there'd never be an Eammon again.
