Part 13

Vince moved on top of me and entered. Slowly. A little bit at a time. I pulled my legs closer to my ribs allowing him deeper entry.

He tried to move slowly wanting to make it beautiful for her. He placed sweet soft kisses on her closed eyelids moving down the side of her face to a delectable earlobe.

"My fairy pixey you are so hot and wet." And with that he pushed himself in fully eliciting tiny kittenish moans.  "You are a perfect fit for me lassie."

He rhythmically plunged in to the hilt before withdrawing almost completely. I took a moment to open my eyes looking up at his face to find him watching me. I smiled and pulled him down so I could kiss him more. I let my hands wander up his biceps reveling at the strength before caressing his chest, lightly running fingers through his chest hair.

"Ah lassie, I canna wait any longer," Vincent moaned.

Together, we climaxed. It felt so good. Almost like an out of body experience. He came seconds after I did. His whole body going tense. He laid down on top of me for a moment, breathing hard. I wrapped my legs around him holding him in while we both came back down to earth running my hands up and down his back. I squoze my muscles around him.

Vince thought, “Good God, this woman was gonna kill me.” The squeezing was a first for him. No one had done that before. He rolled to his side and pulled her close as he absently caressed her supplementing with a kiss here and there. “Och, my fairy pixey, any more of that and I might not reach old age.”

I started to cry. To me it was so overwhelming, so I tucked my head into his chest and cried quietly. Well, I must have sniffled or something when Vince asked, “Lassie are you OK?” I just shook my head yes and kept my face hidden in his chest.

“Come now,” he said gently pushing me away and onto my back. “Hey, look at me.”

I looked at him with tears in my eyes and a smile on my face.

“Lassie, I dinnae hurt you?” he asked as he wiped a tear from my eye. He put his hand under me chin and lifted my face to meet his eyes

I shook my head no.

“Aileen.” He used my real name. He meant business.

“No, Vince, you did not hurt me. It was so amazing,” I said softly. “It moved me so. It was like making love for the first time.” I took a deep breath, shuddering, and, went on, “My first time was awful. Thank you for being such a beautiful man.” I touched his cheek with my fingertips feeling the light stubble before pulling him to my lips for a kiss.

He kissed me his tongue mingling with mine, and hugging me close.

“Vince,” I whispered.

“Hmmm?” He responded sleepily.

“I need to use the little girls room.”

“OK.”

I moved out of his embrace, crawled across the bed and down. I practically ran to the bathroom the floor was that cold. I’ll have to invest in a pair of slippers. A few minutes later I was back at the bed. I used the bed frame for a toe hold and the head board for a hand hold and hoisted myself up.

There was Vince, snoring, laying on top of the blankets. I spotted a throw blanket at the end of the bed and grabbed it and covered us up. I snuggled close to Vince for added warmth and fell asleep.

Some time later, I awoke to his kisses. Oh my god. He started with my earlobe then moved down the back of my neck to between my shoulder blades. His right hand was caressing my breast. This wonderful man was playing me like one of his guitars. He was rubbing his hard on against my backside.

Vince was hard. He can’t ever recall ever doing it twice in one night, but his fairy pixey was beyond amazing. He believed in all things mystical. That they were meant to be together, there was no doubt.

He entered her from behind, spooning. Her moaning and pushing back was music to his ears. Vince thought she might be close so he reached around and fondled her clit. That did it. It pushed her over the edge. Which pushed him over the edge. He smiled. Happy that he could do that for her. Vince rolled over on his back, breathing hard.

I don’t think I will ever move again. I laid my head on his shoulder, and fell back asleep.

Vince got comfortable, pulled Aileen close, covered them up and fell asleep.

Aileen came awake suddenly. I honestly thought I heard whinnying. I untangled myself and crawled to the end of the bed with as little movement and noise as possible. Looking at my watch I saw it was 6 am. I'm late. Joe is probably pissed. I got down, found all my clothes, and got dressed. I made it to the door without waking Vincent, and walked / jogged back to Aunt Eileen’s.