Page 28 of The Celtic Resolution
I can’t put my finger on it.
He’s almost… gentler, even when I slide my fingers into his hair and tug on the strands to draw out that rough, throaty moan I enjoy so much. We kiss until we’re flushed and breathless, then it’s a scramble to get into the back seat without elbowing one another in the kidney. The cramped space is usually a hindrance but right now I love how close it brings us and our mouths clash together as hands tear at clothes in desperation to touch skin. I didn’t realize how badly I was craving his touch until his worn, rough palm slid across the soft skin of my lower belly and a knot of desire tightens in my gut.
Limbs flair, feet slide against the floor and knees get caught on the cushions as we struggle to find the best position in such a small space while refusing to stop kissing and touching for evena second. My pulse races with every kiss, buttons fly as Bruno rips my shirt open and he yelps softly as I drag his shirt over his head and it gets caught around his shoulder. We dissolve into laughter as he wrestles himself out of it and then he’s back on top of me with deep, lazy kisses that leave me breathless.
I’m burning up.
Every fiber of my being craves his hands, his mouth, his body against me. I run my fingers through the soft curls of hair over his chest, grip onto his shoulder and sharply bite his lower lip when he plants one knee between my thighs and then removes it just as I start to grind down against him.
“Fucker,” I gasp as he rolls me over and firmly pins me to the back seat. He’s over me like a heated blanket and his breath tickles the shell of my ear as he laughs.
“Oh, I’m gonna do some fucking, alright.”
“You’re ridiculous.” I laugh, and it melts into a moan as Bruno drops his weight down onto me and slides one hand between my body and the seat. I might be strong but there’s something so erotic about someone stronger than me manhandling me just enough to get what they want, and Bruno does exactly that. Within a few seconds, his hand is down my pants and two of his fingers slide through my soaked folds while he nuzzles and kisses into the back of my neck.
“You’re soaked,” he groans, grinding his hard on against my ass. “Are you always this easy to turn on?”
“Don’t flatter yourself,” I gasp as his fingertips graze my clit. “There’s no room in here for your ego—ah!” Words fail me when his finger slides inside me and I’m a puddle to the burning need that floods through me in constant waves. We break apart once more but only so that we can twist, turn and wrestle out of the rest of the clothes that are in our way. As soon as my jeans are gone, Bruno is over me once more.
I want to tease him and taunt him once more but as soon as I open my mouth, he shoves his cock inside me and all that escapes me is a loud moan of surprise. My nails curl into the leather seat, I spread my thighs as wide as I can in such a small space and then grunt when I realize I can’t do much. Bruno’s planted one leg against the floor to brace himself and is on his knee with the other. He drapes over me and pins me down with his weight which sends a delicious, excited thrill through my entire body.
Then he slides one arm around my shoulders and adjusts up until my chin is resting in the crook of his elbow. He flexes briefly and his bulging muscle shifts against my throat with the teasing threat that one move and he could make breathingverydifficult.
A pulse of want squeezes through my core so suddenly that it’s almost painful so I clench down around his cock and gasp when he does tighten his arm briefly around my neck.
“Impatient?” he growls low against my ear.
“You’ve no idea,” I gasp, clenching my core around him again. “Hurry and fucking do—ah!”
He doesn’t let me finish. He thrusts forward once and punches all the air out of my lungs. From this angle it feels like he reaches as deep as my ribs with how hard he fucks into me and I’m here for the ride. His thrusts start deep and slow but they quickly increase in pace and force. He’s chasing an orgasm as desperately as I am. Clutching the seat with one hand, my other wraps around Bruno’s thick forearm and I hang on as he fucks into me repeatedly. Moan after moan is fucked out of me with every breath his cock forces out of me. My skin is ablaze with heat and so over-sensitive that even the leather seat feels like it’s burning up underneath me. He fucks with wild abandon but there’s purpose behind it.
The car rocks and creaks with each of his powerful thrusts, his deep moans sends shivers through me and my pussy throbs and aches from each slap of his balls and thrust of his thick cock. It’s too much and not enough all at the same time.
My mind is blank and I’m fueled purely by a want and a need. As he fucks me harder and harder, and pleasure swells deep in my core, I turn my face into his arm and sink my teeth into the bugling muscle. Bruno cries out briefly and then suddenly comes inside me in a hot spurt. I’d be stunned but the way he tightens his arms and legs around me, pinning me underneath him like he wants to keep me there forever is enough to send me over the edge and I come with a ragged, breathless scream.
It’s the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had and I can’t explain it. His cock works wonders, his rough hands are the most sensual thing I’ve ever felt on his skin and hearing how good I make him feel is like a drug. But there’s something about being held so tightly that I almost can’t breathe that makes me feel so safe, so secure andwantedthat it’s more erotic than the rest combined.
I don’t care to analyze why that’s even a thing but Bruno’s unlocked it and I crave it so much that I miss him the second he pushes away from me and eases his softening cock from my well-fucked pussy.
“Damn,” he pants heavily. “You good?”
“Mmmhmm.” I don’t want to move. I’m basking in the afterglow of great sex while pleasure still tingles through me in mini-aftershocks. “I’m great.”
“You sure?” He cups my face the best he can and his concerned eyes swim in front of me.
“Promise.”
“Alright.” His charming smile bursts to life and he carefully moves back to the front seat where he pulls a bottle of water from the glove compartment and cracks it open.
I move slower than him and have to use my underwear to clean myself up, leaving me underwearless when I shimmy back into my jeans and flop back into the driver's seat. Bruno’s watching me closely and it’s kind of thrilling to see that he can’t take his eyes off me as I ruffle my hair and check out the damage to my make up in the mirror.
“If we weren’t in the car I wouldn’t have let you get redressed,” he smirks.
“Like you’d have a choice,” I shoot back with a playful grin. “Sadly, as lovely as it would be to spend the evening fucking your brains out, we’ve got more important things to do.”
“You’re up for it?”
“Now I am,” I sigh, smacking my lips together as I smooth out the mess to my lipstick. “What’s a little torture after sex?”
