Page 19 of Naughty Irish Fate
“Need you to come again, Wynnie. Need to feel you come with me. Can you give it to me, baby?” I press close, her tits rubbing at my chest, her thighs shaking at my hips.
“Yes. Yes. Come inside me. Make me come again.” For the briefest moment, I want that. What she’s not truly offering. I want to be bare inside her when she comes. Want to fill her up. I even think I want it to stick.
That should scare me enough to pull the fuck out of her magical pussy and never return. Only, it doesn’t. And maybethat shouldscare the shit out of me. Watching her in the moonlight, eyes bright and open she watches me make love to her, my name on her lips, I feel all kinds of things. Fear is not one of them.
Slamming into her hard but slow a few more times, I cradle her close. See the spark in her eyes when her orgasm is at its peak. I pound faster, harder, shaking the bed and making her pant. When we come together, I feel plenty of things I have never felt before. Still, none of it feels like fear.
“Goddamn that’s it. Heaven watching you come apart for me. Nothing as beautiful as making you come, beautiful baby.” I rasp before taking her mouth and thrusting into her tightness.
Blackness clouds my vision as I come so hard my limbs shake. Pain pierces my shoulder, my back. I grin against her neck because I know it's her teeth, her nails. I hope I leave here with battles scars.
Bronwyn chants my name as her arms and legs close around me. Drawing me tight against her softness. I go willingly. Roll us so she’s astride me. We don’t talk as we come back to earth. Because who has words for what just happened? I sure as shit don’t.
We don’t need words for the rest of the night. Not when she looks into my eyes later and takes me inside her—still cautious enough to grab another condom—and rides me. My mouth learns every spot that makes her hotter, wetter. Like my tongue curling around a nipple or teeth biting at her thighs. No words needed to learn how to please her.
Don’t even speak when we shower together and I trace her soapy skin with fingertips as if I worship her. Because, I kind of do. Two words are said as I bend her over the bed dripping from the shower. Grab her hips to slam into her again.
“I’m safe.” I know what she means and should say it back. Just for her to know it’s true. Since I don’t make a habit out of nights like this—not that I have ever had a night like this one—and am always safe, I’m safe.
Watching her creamy skin in the moonlight, wet from the shower and her desire, I don’t care about safety. Don’t care about protection. I don’t want to feel anything but her. Bronwyn tosses her short hair back and watches me with sexy silver-blue eyes. I fuck her hard and deep, never wanting to stop.
Only when I can’t hold her or myself up, when our mouths are raw and bodies’ sore, do I stop. Even then I kind of want to start again when she looks at me with her soft smile and wide-open eyes.
I don’t because if I do, I won’t ever stop.
Instead I pull her close and hold her for as long as I have her. As the sun comes up, I decide it's not nearly long enough.
But still, I break away from her as she sleeps, knowing my time is up. It has to be. Has to be or I’ll start giving words I can’t mean. Words I promised her we wouldn’t talk about. Words she doesn’t deserve.
Instead of talking about what tonight meant to me, or anything beyond it, I go.
Before I do, I find her coin amongst our clothes.
Flipping it once, I ask fate to make a choice I can’t.
Even when fate tells me what to do, I set the coin on her pillow and walk away.
Can’t risk letting down a woman who suddenly means more to me than I should have ever let her. No matter what fate has to say about it.
