Cathal Chapter 8 #2
Bronagh didn’t hesitate. She got to her feet, then came to me.
Water ran down her body, tantalizing me.
When she stood right in front of me, I grabbed her hips to prevent her from sitting.
I was level with her pussy. A short, well-trimmed patch of strawberry-blond curls shielded her.
But I could see the tiniest bit of her inner lips showing.
I knew I had to taste her before she sat. I’d tried so many times to imagine what she tasted like. Making sure to sit straight, I used my hands to urge her closer until she was right there. Her breathing had increased. She knew what I was about to do. I glanced up at her. She watched me.
“I’ve got to taste you, Bronagh. I’ve been dying to know what you taste like,” I confessed.
“Then taste me,” she whispered.
Transferring my hands to grip her ass cheeks, I nuzzled into her, then stuck out my tongue and ran it from her opening up her folds to her clit in one continuous slide.
She was soaked and not from the water. I groaned as her slightly tart, orange-like sweetness hit my taste buds.
Unable to stop, I lapped again and then again.
Then, I feasted on her sweetness, swallowing her cream as I licked, nibbled, and sucked her clit and labia.
Bronagh began to pant, and more of her slickness coated her pussy.
I lapped it up and then eventually, I snaked my tongue inside her vagina and thrust, mimicking what my cock would do to her; soon, I prayed.
Bronagh cried out, her hands gripping my head. Then, she began to shake, spilling more of the orange tang into my greedy mouth. I licked it all up, while making sure to support her. When she was finished climaxing, I drew her down to straddle my thighs. She panted as I licked my lips.
Instantly, Bronagh darted forward and locked her mouth to mine. The way she kissed me told me she didn’t mind her own unique flavor that still lingered there. I hungrily kissed her back.
As we kissed, our hands explored each other’s bodies.
I ended up cupping and working her tits with those taut nipples.
I kneaded them, then flicked and lightly twisted her nubs, causing her to cry out into my mouth.
However, she wasn’t passive. She had glided her hands over my chest and landed on my pecs, where she mimicked what I did to hers. I groaned at the sensation.
As I played with her, I pictured how beautiful her tits would look with nipple clamps on them.
The bite of pain would hurt, but if she could stand them, the ultimate pleasure it would bring her would be worth it.
I wondered if she would be open to that kind of playing.
It was too soon to ask, but I’d have to broach that topic with her.
But right now, I was staying in the moment.
As I worked her nipples, and she did the same to mine, my cock throbbed. I had to make sure her body didn’t brush against it. But she began wiggling atop me, and came close. Finally, I had to say something.
“Bronagh, if you keep moving like that, I won’t be able to stop. I’ll bury my cock deep in that pussy and fuck you until you scream,” I warned.
Her head was tossed back, panting. She raised it and looked deep into my eyes. “Good, then do it. I want you now. Give me that huge cock. I need to feel you inside of me, Cathal.”
My brain shut down, leaving me with nothing but the most primal mind.
Here was my mate, and she wanted me. I fumbled with the tube, getting out enough lube to coat my cock.
After I slicked it up, I wiped my hand on one of the towels next to the tub.
Then, I hoisted her up with one hand on her ass cheek until I made enough room to line my cock up with her opening.
She helped me, and when the head pushed into her hole, she sank.
I didn’t need to pull her down. She went slowly, causing me to grind my teeth.
I wanted to slam my full length into her, but I knew I was thick. Plus, based on how tight she was, strangling me, she hadn’t had sex in a while. When she finally sat fully engulfing my cock, she paused, and I let her get used to me.
“God, I’m so full. You’re so big,” she whimpered.
“All for your pleasure,” I assured her.
I wasn’t lying. I felt like I’d been created for this moment with her. It was as if I’d never been with someone before. Her tightness made her fit my cock like a second skin. The heat of her walls was amazing. And her wetness helped me to slide into her easily.
“Take it at your pace,” I muttered, knowing it cost me to say it, but I wanted her to remember our first time with happiness.
“You sure?” she asked.
I nodded. Bronagh placed her hands on my shoulders, then lifted herself until the head of my cock was the only part that remained inside of her.
The feel of the warm water bathing the part that wasn’t inside of her was pleasant, but nothing like her pussy.
Suddenly, she slammed down on me, taking my entire cock in one thrust. I cried out.
“Is this okay?” she whispered, smirking.
“Dia, foc, fuck yeah,” I groaned.
“Good, because it feels so good. And I love that I’m driving you to swear in Gaelic. Oh God, I can’t…I can’t wait,” she moaned.
And that’s when we both let loose. Whenever she rose, I waited, and then when she got to only having the head of my cock inside of her strangling pussy, I yanked her back down on it as she dropped.
When she circled her hips or squeezed her inner muscles, it drove me closer to the edge.
I sucked on her nipples and gently bit them whenever I could reach them, causing her to cry out and more warm stickiness to coat my cock.
As I neared what I knew was the end for both of us.
I coated one of my fingers in her cream and then slid it back to tease her asshole.
I didn’t press inside, just rubbed the opening.
Her gasp and the way she sped up her ride told me she liked it.
I would have to wait to find out if she’d take my finger or, God, dare I hope, toys and my cock.
Three more thrusts and I knew I was done.
“I’m gonna come,” I gritted out between my clenched teeth.
“Thank God!” she moaned.
And then I made two more thrusts and exploded at the same time she did.
Bronagh’s pussy fisted my cock like a hand and squeezed the cum from my balls.
I cried her name as I jerked and gave her everything I had.
She moaned my name and gently rode my cock until we both stopped coming.
She slumped onto my chest. I held her close.
As we lay in the cooling water, I knew that I couldn’t let her go.
And it wasn’t just because our simple water play had resulted in an incredible orgasm.
I knew my heart was already involved. It wasn’t quite love yet, but it was headed that way.
All I could do was pray she was headed toward the same thing.