OUR LITTLE SECRET

Part 6

Finally, Thursday came around and Cillian arrived at your house punctually, at 8 o'clock sharp.

"Are your parents gone?" he wanted to confirm and you nodded.

"Yes, both of them are at work," you said and, the moment you saw him, you felt a surge of electricity run through your veins, your body reacting involuntarily to his presence. Your heart raced, your breath caught in your throat, and your entire being seemed to yearn for his touch.

As he approached, you stood, meeting him halfway, your hands brushing against his chest, his hands finding their way onto your waist.

"Good," he said quietly, pulling you close, his lips brushing against yours lightly. His hands explored your curves, his fingers tracing delicate patterns along your skin.

The heat between you was palpable, his touch sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body. You knew it wasn't love that brought you together, just lust and the need to satisfy it.

"Hang on," you interrupted your heated exchange. "About last night, when Danielle was here," you began to say hesitantly, feeling a sudden urge to address what had transpired. "Do you think she knows about us? Because she acted strangely towards me," you pointed out.

Cillian hesitated, pursing his lips as he considered your question. "I don't believe so," he finally answered, his tone confident. "But she was suspicious about you and the way you have been looking at me when we are around," Cillian told you, causing you to blush.

"Sorry, I can't help it," you murmured, feeling embarrassed by your own attraction towards him.

"Don't worry, I downplayed it when she mentioned it. I told her that you probably just have an innocent crush on me because I am an actor," he assured you smugly, smoothing your hair behind your ear gently.

His hands moved further down, tracing along your neck and shoulders until they reached the hem of your robe. With a gentle pull, he parted the fabric, revealing your flesh beneath.

"Asshole," you muttered playfully, referring to the situation, which made him laugh. With his free hand, he caressed your cheek, then cupped your lace covered breast, teasing your nipple with his thumb.

"Mmm," you moaned, leaning into his touch.

"Let's continue this conversation later. I don't want to talk about my wife right now," he whispered, his voice husky.

"Because, there is something else I much rather do first," he teased you, causing you to shiver.

"Oh?" you asked, intrigued.

"Yes," he said, moving his hands lower, down your belly, past your hip bones, and finally reaching your bottom.

Your heart raced as he gripped your ass firmly, lifting you effortlessly off the ground.

"What are you doing?" you breathed, your body trembling with excitement and anticipation.

"Taking you to your bedroom so that I can finally fuck that sweet little ass of yours," he whispered, his voice low and seductive.

Your eyes widened slightly at his crass language, and you could feel a rush of excitement swelling inside you. This was going to be unlike anything you had ever experienced before.

He carried you to your room, careful not to drop you. Once there, he laid you down on your bed, and slowly removed your robe, exposing your pale, semi-naked body to his eyes. The sight of your vulnerability made him even more aroused, his desire growing stronger with each passing second.

"Did you buy this lingerie just for me?" Cillian asked, seeing your black bra and thong beneath the robe.

Your face turned red, but you couldn't deny the truth, so you nodded, admitting, "Yes, I bought these especially for you." He smiled, his gaze raking over your curves once again, appreciating the sexy lingerie you had chosen.