Page 93 of The Celtic Resolution
“Have I ever lied to you?” His lips part and I quickly cover them with a finger. “About something this important?”
He slowly shakes his head.
“I understand why you can’t trust yourself. So trust me. Trust me like I trust you and Liam will be perfect. We will be the happiest little family, okay?”
“I…” Bruno’s eyes close briefly and when they reopen, the tears have faded somewhat. “I don’t deserve you.”
“No. You don’t. But at the same time I think you kinda do. No one else would bust your balls this much.”
Bruno finally laughs and the sound sends a calming rush right down my spine. Seeing him finally relax, even for a brief moment, reminds me of what drew me to him in the first place, and before I know it my lips are crashing against his.
There’s a moment of stunned hesitation from Bruno then he’s kissing me back with just as much fervor.
My mind immediately fogs and heat ignites all over my body. In bed I’d fantasized about kissing Bruno again, about when would be the right time to accept I was still in love with him and wanted more than just the co-parent angle we were following. I’d imagined it taking so much longer as we worked out every detail of what had happened between us these past long months.
Now it doesn’t matter.
Nothing matters but Bruno and the hunger deep in my gut that awakens the moment his hands touch my waist. Words are pointless and yet everything we need to say gets passed between the dance of our mouths and the frantic grip of our hands against clothes.
There’s too much fabric in the way. The kiss breaks and I lean up, ripping my t-shirt up over my head while Bruno tears out of his own. Then we’re back in a battle of tongues, hot skin against hot skin with desire surging hot in my veins.
Bruno moans and shoves his hands past the waistband of my jeans to grasp my ass and squeeze while I shove my tongue into his mouth then bite sharply on his lower lip when I pull back for air.
“Are you sure?” Bruno gasps, staring up at me with dark eyes. “You had a baby and you!”
“Shutup,” I groan, slamming my hand over his mouth. “I’m in control here.” While his concern is heartwarming, I’m far too horny to care about anything other than his cock right now. As long as I stay on top and in control, I’ll be fine. No one knows my limits better than me. Unfortunately, I have to uncover Bruno’s mouth in order to tackle my belt and zipper but as I’m wrestling with jeans that suddenly cling to me like a second skin, Bruno fiddles with his own zipper. I roll onto the picnic blanket and finally kick the jeans off just as Bruno gets his cargo pantshalfway down his thighs. He sits up as if to do more but I quickly shove him back down and slide back into his lap.
“This is enough,” I gasp and it turns into a moan as I settle into his lap and the thick ridge of his hard cock rests against my pussy.
“Saoirse—”
“I said shut up!” My hand returns to his mouth and Bruno’s eyes widen but he doesn’t complain. Both his hands moved to my hips and remain there as I jerk down his boxers, free his cock and take it in hand. Watching Bruno’s eyes roll back in pleasure is incredibly thrilling and I’d stay like this until he came all over my hand if I wasn’t so desperate to feel him inside me.
One more stroke then I pull my panties to the side and align his throbbing crown with my entrance. Bruno’s hands tighten on my hips and I close my eyes, trying to focus on relaxing my body. The first press of his cock inside me is fine but as I sink lower and lower, taking him deeper inside me, an ache throbs through all my core muscles.
“Fuck,” I gasp, throwing my head back. The hunger for pleasure battles with the sensibilities in my mind until I’m fully seated on Bruno’s thick cock. When I breathe, it’s almost as if his cock is nudging up against my ribs.
Fucking hell. I’ve missed that feeling.
Bruno mumbles something against my palm but I don’t care. I keep his mouth covered and my head thrown back while my body adjusts and then it hits me. That delicious moment where the need for pleasure is the only thing that matters. My aches are a distant memory, thoughts of pregnancy and everything else fade from my mind.
There is only me, Bruno, and filthy sex on the hospital roof with the stars as witnesses.
Moans punch out of both of us when I start to move. Slow, controlled rolls of my hips rapidly give way to hard, needybounces as Bruno’s cock touches and caresses every glorious inch of me. From this angle, each time I rock down and roll my hips forward, I grind my clit briefly against his pelvis and rock up once more. Bruno’s hands become like vises against my hips and his moans, while muffled, match mine in pitch and desperation.
I’ve missed this so much.
I’ve missed him.
I’ve missed being in control and feeling likeme.It’s been far too long.
Tingles rush through my entire body, coating my limbs in goosebumps while I ride his cock for all I’m worth. My orgasm starts warm in my lower belly but it quickly grows in heat and intensity until every breath past my lips is a loud, desperate moan.
Closing my eyes, I focus on that spot inside me that Bruno’s cock hits with each thrust. Closer and closer I spiral until I’m balancing on the cusp of orgasm.
“Fuck!” I gasp hoarsely. “I’m so!”
Suddenly, Bruno knocks my hand out of the way and surges upward until our mouths clash together in a deep, sudden kiss. His arms circle around me and he holds me close, thrusting his tongue into my mouth just as he jolts his hips upward.
