Cathal #3
“On your hands and knees. Brace yourself on the headboard if you need to. If it becomes too much, tell me,” I demanded.
“I will,” she panted.
She was up on her hands and knees, one hand already pushing against the headboard.
Despite her still red ass cheeks taunting me, I took her at her word.
I pressed her legs together and straddled them.
I pulled her cheeks apart so it was easy to guide the head of my dripping cock to her opening.
As it found its mark, I didn’t hesitate.
I thrust into her hard, driving my cock through her hot, wet, and swollen folds.
I didn’t stop until I was buried up to my balls inside of her pussy.
Her inner channel gripped me so tightly, I had to pause and take a few deep breaths to prevent myself from ejaculating.
“Foc, you feel like heaven,” I muttered through gritted teeth.
Bronagh whimpered as she replied, “I can’t feel nearly as good as you do. God, I need you to move. I need you to pound and take me hard, husband.”
Her words, combined with the way she squeezed her inner muscles around my cock triggered me. Growling like some kind of beast, I pulled back my hips, then thrust back inside her. Bronagh cried out, and it wasn’t a cry of pain or distress. It was pure ecstasy.
I set a rapid, hard pace. One that shook the bed and her body. It got so vigorous that she placed her other hand on the headboard to prevent me from bouncing her head off of it. As she held on, Bronagh kept egging me to take her harder, deeper, and faster. Her cries and moans made me wilder.
A sweat broke out as I slammed into and out of my wife’s perfect body. I let go of her hips and ran my nails down her back. It left faint marks, but nothing that wouldn’t fade within the hour. She arched her back more, moaning in pleasure.
“So, do you like those nails?” I asked.
“Yes, oh yes.”
“What about this?” I asked as I grabbed her messy bun.
I held it close to her scalp as I tugged on it.
I hadn’t seen if she liked her hair pulled.
It hadn’t come up in our contract talk or since.
Her back arched even more, changing the angle of my cock penetrating her.
It helped me to go deeper and to rub even more over her G-spot.
Her cries became frantic, and her body shook.
She was close, and so was I. I had to make her come with me.
Using the hand in her hair and the other one slipped under her chest, I pulled, raising her enough that I could easily wrap my hand around her throat. We’d talked about breath play. Bronagh had expressed her hesitancy but hadn’t made it an absolute no. It fell into her maybe category.
I never got crazy with it. I didn’t choke my partner until they blacked out.
That was too much and too dangerous for me.
But applying a little pressure, in the correct way, which I’d researched, the struggle for air could intensify one’s orgasm.
I wanted to know if it would increase hers. If not, I would never do it again.
Her gasps and then the slight struggle to get in enough air, coupled with the pounding I gave her pussy was too much for her.
Bronagh was thrown into a screaming, clenching until-her-eyes-blurred orgasm.
I froze as I roared her name and let my load go.
It kept coming even though we’d had sex two nights ago.
Eventually, when her vice-like grip eased and I stopped jerking, I pulled out and rolled us onto our sides, so I spooned her.
Ragged breathing was the only sound for a while.
Finally, it calmed enough to speak. I had my eyes closed, enjoying the floating sensation when she shifted.
I thought it was because I was too hot and sweaty.
However, I found I was wrong when something tickled my hip, and then a warm, wet sensation slid up the length of my deflating cock.
I jumped and opened my eyes. Bronagh was watching me as her tongue bathed our combined cum from my cock.
A piece of her hair had come loose from her bun. It was what was tickling my hip.
“Bronagh, you don’t—”
“I know I don’t. I want to, no, I need to. Umm, we taste good together, husband. Really good,” she murmured.
And just like that, despite how hard I came, her mouth began bringing my cock back to life. And as she licked and then sucked my cock, I plotted my next moves with her. And I dreamed of one that would require us to be on the compound, with me coordinating some privacy for us, but it was doable.
And as my wife brought me back to life, I thanked God that I had decided to say yes to an arranged marriage.
The longing that had lived inside of me for so long had disappeared.
I had what I always dreamed of, my anamchara.
And now that we’ve got past this terrible misunderstanding, I couldn’t wait to see what came next.
Maybe if I could talk her into it, it might be a baby.
I still had my newly realized breeding kink to explore.