Cathal #2
I lay her gently on the bed. She wore a pair of well-worn jeans, so the material was thin and soft, not stiff. They hadn’t provided much protection from my hand.
“I need to see your ass before we go further,” I told her.
“Cathal, there’s no need for—” she began, but I cut her off.
“Yes, there is. I hurt you, and I have to make it right. Let me see.”
I made my tone firm. Bronagh sighed, but she unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. I was the one to pull them off. She hadn’t bothered with underwear, which made my desire increase, but I resisted, and then I rolled her onto her stomach.
Her ass was still red, and in a couple of spots, I thought there might be bruises forming. My heart sank. I leaned down and placed kisses on every mark. In between them, I whispered brokenly to her.
“I’m sorry, mo ghrá. I’m so damn sorry.”
“Cathal, please, stop. You don’t need to torture yourself like this. I’ll be fine.”
“It looks like it might bruise in a couple of spots. You have to let me heal you,” I told her gruffly. Guilt was swamping me.
“How can you heal me?” she asked. Bronagh was watching me over her shoulder.
“I have cream that will help with the healing. Will you let me put it on you?”
She never hesitated. “Of course you can. What is it?”
“Hold just a moment,” I told her. I got up and went to my private bathroom. I came back with the tube in my hand. I sat on the edge of the bed and squirted a good amount onto my hand.
“It’s called arnica cream. It’s an herbal remedy used to reduce swelling, relieve soreness, and help bruises resolve faster.
If we apply it at least twice a day, it’ll help.
Also, I’ll apply ice if you’re in too much pain.
Maybe we should wait before we do anything strenuous,” I murmured, rubbing it in as gently as possible.
“I’ll gladly apply the cream and maybe even the ice, if it’s necessary, but I don’t think it will be.
As for waiting to have you inside of me, no, I need my husband.
And don’t you dare hold back, Cathal. I need the real Cathal O’Sheeran, not some pale version.
Twist me in knots, pound into me, and command me however you desire. I need to know you only need me.”
I groaned. Her words made the blood pound in my cock. It twitched behind the fabric of my pants. I watched a smile of satisfaction spread across her beautiful face.
“That’s it. I see you like that idea. Finish applying the cream, and then we’re getting totally naked and working out those demons riding you.
And by the way, if you’re a monster for wanting them to have suffered more and it being bloodier, then I’m right there with you. We’re the perfect match, mo ghrá.”
Those words were what made me shift from regret and shame into pure passion and the need to satisfy my anamchara in every way possible. I quickly finished rubbing in the arnica. Then I went and washed my hands before coming back.
When I returned, Bronagh had been busy. She had removed the rest of her clothing and repositioned herself in the middle of the bed. The light above spotlighted her. Bronagh stared up at the ceiling. I wanted to groan. She found the mirror there. I had forgotten about it. She glanced over at me.
“A mirror, I have to say, I’ve never used one, but I think I’ll like it. I can picture you over top of me, pounding into me, and not only will I be able to see your handsome face, but I can watch the muscles in your back and ass work. You have an amazing ass, in case I haven’t told you.”
“Woman, stop before you make me explode,” I growled.
“Good, then as much as I love foreplay with you, I need you as needy and on edge as I am. I don’t need a prolonged warm-up, mil. I’m already wet and ready for you.”
Her tone became sultry, and then she spread her legs, putting her glistening pussy in the spotlight.
I growled more as I shoved my pants down and kicked them off.
I hadn’t bothered with underwear either.
I fisted my cock and gave it one hard tug, causing a moan to break from my lips.
I was rock hard and burning hot. Precum shone on the head of my dark red cock.
Bronagh raised on her elbows, her gaze on it as she licked her lips.
“I want to taste you, Cathal.”
“Bronagh, Dia, I don’t think I can stand it,” I told her.
“I don’t mean right now. I mean, when you’re finished inside of me, I want to clean you up. I want to have the taste of both of us on my tongue.”
She destroyed more of my control with every word.
No woman had ever made me this crazy for her.
I hopped onto the bed and straddled her legs.
My mouth took hers. The kiss was savage, with tongue and teeth clashing.
Moans, whimpers, and groans filled the air.
By the time we broke contact, I had to calm myself a little.
I did that by kissing, licking, and nibbling my way down her body.
I paused at her tits where I sucked and kneaded both of them, making her whimper and fist her hand in my hair.
I smiled as I proceeded down her body to her belly button.
I stopped there and tongued it before continuing.
Bronagh’s breathing was labored by the time I came to a rest mere inches above her pussy.
I smelled her rich, intoxicating scent. I inhaled deeply.
“Oh, Cathal, hurry. Give me your cock,” she pleaded.
“Patience, leanbh. I have one more thing I have to do,” I whispered a moment before I swiped my tongue up her soaked folds.
Her back arched, her hips jerked, and a cry broke from her lips.
I sucked hard on her clit, then slid down and fluttered my tongue inside of her.
She wailed. That was when I knew I couldn’t wait a second longer. Shifting off her, I rolled her over.