Page 18 of Naughty Irish Fate
“It’s never locked.” I frown once I reach the door, something primal and protective surging in me. I shake it off to kick the open the door just past the swinging kitchen doors.
A short set of narrow stairs lead up and I take them two at a time. By the time I reach the open loft like space of her place, my shirt is gone, jeans undone and her clothes are almost gone. Flinging an arm out, Bronwyn indicates where the bedroom is and we stumble there.
Dropping her with a bounce at a big bed with messy white duvets and too many pillows, I stop. Take a deep breath and glance around. I want to ask her about the bare walls. About the sparse furniture and the one wall of books and trinkets. Questions I should not want answers to.
Instead, I turn back to her. Large windows line the walls high up on the brick walls. Casting moonlight into the room, they bring fresh salty air and a breeze that ruffles the sheets, her hair, and the curtains that billow beside them.
Lying bare in the moonlight, Bronwyn watches me. Silvery eyes wide with need gaze up at me like I am all she could ever need. The beast she woke tonight roars in my chest. I want to be whatever this woman could ever need for as long as she will allow me.
“Wynnie, baby,” I reach out, hands shaking, chest heaving, “I want you so bad. Didn’t know I could want something until it burns in my chest, in my gut, in my fucking soul. We won’t talk about anything beyond tonight.” She sighs softly and sits up with a nod. I see something flicker in her eyes and I want to latch on to it. To know what it means.
Giving me no chance to ask, her hands come to my jeans and shove gently. Taking my boxers with. My fingers tangle in her short ginger hair, tipping her head back. I want to get lost in her eyes tonight and pretend for just a few hours I could have something like her.
As she undresses me, our breathing is the only sound in the room. Beyond the walls waves crash on the sandy beach. But in here it's just the two of us. My cock springs out, and she lets out a sexy sound. Before I can ask or refuse her, her head dips.
Watching me like I watched her, she curls her pink tongue around the head. Sucks me inside her mouth and opens her lips to welcome me. It’s hot and silky, wet and velvety in that mouth. I hiss out as her little hand comes up to cup the root of me, stroke, hold, pump.
“Oh, Wyn. Like that, beautiful baby.” Slowly I pump my hips and she moans, taking me deeper, pumping me more.
My hands drop to fill with her soft perfect tits. Twist and tug her nipples. Trace my fingertips over her bare skin, learning every single dip and curve of her. Beneath my touch her skin flushes and heats. I want to touch her everywhere, see how far her pretty pink spreads.
“Love what that mouth is doing to me right now. Keep it up I won’t last long, Wyn. I want to last all goddamn night for you.” Wyn looks up at me with those silvery blue eyes and smiles. My beautiful baby smiles around my cock and sucks me deeper, harder, moaning and pumping me.
I almost laugh at her naughtiness. It’s fucking hot though and my cock grows in her throat. I pump into her mouth, tangling both hands in her hair to take control. I fuck her mouth as she moans and hums, letting me use her and loving it.
Slipping out of her mouth with a pop, I bend and lick at her swollen lips. Again, she gives me a sound. Half my name, half a breathy plea. Bending to hook my hands beneath her knees, I lift and shove her back gently. Dropping to my knees, I growl at what I find.
“Sucking my cock got you dripping sticky cream for me, baby? Naughty little thing. Let me get some of that.” Bending, I pump my cock with one hand as I lick her creamy slit.
“Rook! Please. Please. I need you. Need you inside me.” Slapping her thighs gently, I bite at her clit. Her hips buck and she screams my name. Fuck, every sound from her lips winds me tighter around her finger.
Crawling over her, I kiss her creamy skin. Shove her thighs back and to the side. Spread her wide open to me. Bronwyn cups her tits as she wriggles beneath me. Eyes silvery with need plead with me. No way can I deny her.
I bend to snatch up my jeans off the floor. Fumble for the condoms in my pocket. I was not being presumptuous but I came prepared tonight. Biting her lip, Bronwyn sits up and snatches one out of my hands.
“Never wanted to do this before you. Let me, baby.” Fuck, that sex voice of her is almost enough to make me go off.
“It's yours tonight, Wyn. You do whatever, whenever, however you want to. All yours.” Grinning up at me she tears the condom open. I hiss as she pops it into her mouth, bends and shoves it down my length with her mouth. Fucking filthy beautiful baby.
“Fucking hell woman. Something else, beautiful baby.” Shoving her back gently, I take her mouth.
Kissed her half a dozen times already.
This kiss though? This kiss is everything I never knew a kiss could be. Sweet and soft even as we bite and suck and give and take. I feel a little of myself sink into her with that kiss. A piece of me I never bothered to give away before her. A piece I know I will leave with her.
Nudging my cock against her wetness, we both hiss. I push gently, just a little at a time. Wanting to feel her draw me in, wrap around me, take me deep. Pushing her back, I have to see her face as I take her. Watch her face as she makes sounds I won’t ever forget.
“Rook... yes. Yes. Yes baby.” How she says my name changes with every touch, with every new sensation.
“Feels so fucking good. It’s everything, Wyn. Absolutely every fucking thing.” Might sound like nonsense but I mean every word.
Slowly I start to thrust into her, watching her eyes go so soft I can’t look away. Even when it’s too much. I watch her as I take her. As I fuck her slow, deep, and hard. I never look away from her beautiful face.
Been with enough women in my life to know it’s not supposed to feel like this. Or maybe it is. When it’s someone who deserves the pieces of you that you never thought others might even want.
Again and again I thrust into her slick tightness. Kiss her sweet mouth and tell her how good it is. How it won’t ever be this good for her with anyone else but me. Or for me with anyone else but her.
Bronwyn comes twice, clawing at my skin, biting at my chest, screaming my name. And then begging me to do it all again. And I do. Long into the night, I fuck her. Take from her and give to her. Until we are panting and trembling and I feel my orgasm ghosting through my veins.
