Chapter 10 #2
He kisses at the sides of my face and then down to my neck.
When he sucks and nips at the pressure points there, I can’t help the moan that pops out of my mouth.
I grab hold of him tightly and readjust my body, trying to get more comfortable in the seated position that I’m in.
I’m so close to him, but it’s not enough. I want more. I want to feel all of him.
He must be having the same thoughts I am because without so much as a grunt of exertion, he stands, lifting me like I weigh nothing.
The sudden movement causes me to squeal.
I wrap my legs around his waist, and he holds one hand under my ass to keep me steady.
My need already dampening my panties and the hem of the sundress pushed all the way up to my waist.
Seconds later, as our mouths continue in this dance, I feel the wind at my back and realize that we are moving. The excitement bubbling inside of me threatens to spill out. This is really happening. My heart booms in my chest over and over, keeping in steady synchronization with his.
At first I expect him to be bringing me to my bedroom, but instead he takes a quick turn and we end up in what I’m assuming is his personal space. Out of all the places I’ve explored in the mansion, his bedroom isn’t one of them.
As we cross the threshold, I pull away from him only slightly just so I can take in my surroundings. It’s dark.
Just like he likes it.
The walls are all covered in dark drapery.
No art, no mirrors. Only candles of different shapes and sizes all lit up.
A large bed in the middle of the room that looks like it could sleep three grown men comfortably.
A sitting chair in the corner and a bookshelf in the other one.
The simplicity of the room matches Cormac’s personality, but it also makes me sad for him.
What would’ve happened if his father didn’t make him marry me? Would he have condemned himself to live out his days in this room? Alone and in the dark?
“You still with me?” Cormac asks, out of breath.
“Always,” I answer instantly.
I’m not sure when things changed, but the moment he lays my back down on his plush bed I know it’s the truth.
I’m always going to be here with him, whether I like it or not.
CORMAC
She’s driving me completely out of my mind.
My body is reacting in ways that it never has.
I’ve been with women before in the past, but always I counted the moments until it was over.
Not with Brenna. I’m in a rush to see her, to touch her, but in the same moment I don’t want what’s happening right now to ever be over.
Her hair splays out on the dark sheets on my bed. Her chocolate-brown locks giving a slight contrast. The flicker of the candlelight over her arms and face makes it look like she’s glowing. Like there is an angel right here in front of me waiting for me to take her.
Part of me feels like this is wrong. Like just her being in my room is enough to dirty her up. I don’t care. She’s mine to dirty. Mine to do with as I please.
I take a mental picture of her. If this is the only time that she’ll allow me to experience this with her, I don’t want to forget anything.
My eyes drift up to hers, and I reassure myself that she is completely lucid in the moment. She had a lot to drink, but it doesn’t seem like she’s inebriated. She did tell me that she was able to hold her liquor. I pray she wasn’t lying to me.
She lifts her hand, beckoning me to come to her, and I don’t hesitate. Quickly, I pull my shirt off and lay down on the bed with her, turning both of us on our sides so we can continue to kiss while we disrobe.
Her hands are all over me, and the burn of her touch over my skin is becoming my new favorite feeling.
For so long I’ve been numb, just going through life living because my beating heart demanded I do so. But right now it feels like I’m experiencing color for the first time.
Reaching down, I grab the hem of her dress and back up only enough to help her get it over her head. I toss the fabric to the side of the room, making sure it doesn’t land near any of the burning candles. The last thing I want to do right now is start a fire.
Besides, the fire growing inside of me right now is more than enough to burn this entire room to cinders.
I make quick work of my shoes and pants; both of us lie there for a second just taking in the other’s body.
This is the first time I’m seeing her without her clothes on.
She’s lying here with just a bra and panties on, but my eyes scan the rest of her.
From the curve of her collarbone, the rise and fall of her hips, all the way down to the dark red polish she has on her toenails. She’s absolutely perfect.
I don’t deserve her, but she’s mine nonetheless. Her eyes are scanning over my body as well. I may be ashamed of my face, but my body is strong. I don’t do much working out, but my minimal diet and the strong genes that run through my family have left me with an appealing physique.
She wraps her arms around my neck and is the first to come back in for a kiss. As much as I love the feel of her lips on mine, there are other parts of her body I want to taste.
Rolling her so she is underneath me, I lift up slightly on my forearms and make my way down her body.
I flip the cups of her bra down to expose her breasts. She gasps, and her back arches slightly when the previously covered part of her is exposed to the cool air.
Her nipples are so hard I’d bet they could cut diamonds. I suck one of the hard points into my mouth and groan at the sensation on my tongue. Opening my mouth wider, I take in as much as I can. My other hand moves on its own accord, rubbing and massaging the other breast.
I moan and growl hard when I feel her moving her leg up and down, her calf coming in contact with my hard shaft.
Even the small amount of friction is pushing me over the edge.
If I don’t move, I’m going to make a fool out of myself before I even have a chance to get inside of her. I can’t have that.
Still, it feels good, so for a second I press my hips down so I can get more of what she’s doing to me.
I switch my mouth to the other breast and use my opposite hand to massage the side of her chest I just had in my mouth.
Her body is trembling like a leaf, but I’m too scared to ask if she’s nervous. If she tells me she has any second thoughts about what we’re about to do, I’m not sure I’ll be able to stop.
Then I’ll truly become the monster she thinks I am.
Just as the sensation she’s giving me starts to become too much, I move down her body.
Kissing along her stomach, my lips and eyes stop suddenly when I find myself face to face with a scar I didn’t know she had.
On the lower right side of her stomach is a small slit; it looks surgical.
I’ll have to ask her about that, but not now.
I press a kiss to the point, and her hands find their way back into my hair.
I’ve never been happier about getting a haircut in my life. If this is the length that will keep her fingers in my hair, I’ll make sure I keep it cut like this forever.
Finally, I make it to the part of her body I’m so desperate to get a taste of. Slipping my fingers along the sides of her panties, I peel them down. She has to lift her hips to help me. The movement puts her core in my direct sight, and my mouth waters.
I’ve never done this before. Never had the desire to. With Brenna I’m finding I’m wanting to do so many things I never thought I’d ever want to do.
I toss her panties to the side near her discarded dress before I get comfortable between her legs. Gently, using my shoulders and biceps, I spread her legs a little wider and take note of her small core.
I know women are meant to stretch to accommodate a man and to bear children, but I’m almost sure there is no way I’ll be able to fit inside of her.
I’m a big man; the two women I’ve been with admitted as much, and I’ve seen enough porn in my life to know that I’m larger than average.
Still, if she’s willing to try, so am I.
First I need to make sure she’s open enough for me to even attempt. I press my lips to her core, and that first taste is better than any whiskey I’ve ever purchased. If I could bottle her juices up and sell, I’d be a rich man.
I’m not sure what I’m doing, but I take my cues from her. Her moans range from soft to loud. When she is loud enough to drown out the sounds of the howling winds outside, I know I’m doing something right. I keep doing that.
I nearly move to something different when she gasps and goes silent. I thought I’d messed up until I hear her say, “Don’t stop. I’m there. Oh God, Cormac.”
I’ve never heard my name spoken like that. Never. But now all I want is for her to say it like that over and over again.
She does.
“Cormac! Cormac! Yes!” She lets out a breath, her back arches, and her legs shake hard as she nearly detonates in passion.
My head is swirling with lust as I suck and slurp up everything she has to offer me.
When her body goes limp and she twitches every time I touch her, I know she’s relaxed enough for me to try for the next part.
I kick off my briefs and slowly crawl up the bed, praying that she doesn’t have it in her to tell me to stop. I can’t stop. There’s no possible way.
I’m lying. If she truly wanted me to stop I would. I’d rather jump off a building to my own death than do it, but I would.
Thankfully, she doesn’t resist me. In fact, she opens her legs wider and grabs for me, trying to pull me up faster.
I press the tip of my cock against her center, sliding up and down to gather some of her wetness. Not that I need it. I’m already slick with my own precum, and she’s soaked.
I close my eyes and revel in the feeling, though. Just feeling her lower lips opening up like petals on a flower for me is enough. But I’m greedy. I know there’s more. I know I’m only feeling the very edges of heaven right now.
I reach down and grab the base of my shaft, making sure I’m lined up perfectly with her opening before I start to push forward.
The thick crown of my head pops into her tight core, and she gasps at the sudden intrusion.
“Oh, fuck.” She whimpers, and I slow.
“It’s okay. I’m here. I’m not fucking going anywhere. I’m here.” I lean forward and kiss her gently. Gentler than I’ve ever been with anything in my life.
“You’re so damn big… fuck.” She pants out but keeps her eyes locked on mine.
“It’s okay?” I question.
Please, God, please let it be okay.
She nods, and I push in a little more. I feel her stretching and watch her expression go from wonder to slightly alarmed as I invade her body. When I get about halfway in, I pull back and thrust to warm her body up.
Over and over I do this, only burying myself halfway.
I’m already at the end of my willpower, so when she wraps her leg over my hip and pulls me deeper I lose it all. I slam into her so hard she screams out.
At first I wonder if it’s in pain until she bites down on her lip and scratches at my back passionately. She’s taking all of me. Enjoying herself.
From that moment on I have little control over my body. My thrusts become more animalistic. My back curves upward, and I snarl and grunt like a beast. At some point, all of the movement and passion cause the air in the room to become so thick that some of the candles blow out.
The change in light turns Brenna from the goddess-like creature to an animal herself. She’s just as lost as I am.
“My God, Cormac. I’m going to come again. It’s so good. Don’t stop.” She wails, her nails clawing into me so hard I’m sure she’s drawing blood. Not that I care. She could kill me right now and I’ll go willingly.
I feel her core clench down hard on me, the walls of her wet pussy rippling and squeezing at me.
“Shit. Oh, shit.” I groan when I feel a sudden weightlessness smash into me.
One moment I’m running as fast as I can to the finish line, and the next I’m floating in the most extreme euphoria I’ve ever experienced, only to be dropped into an explosion so intense it feels like every last ounce of my very being is pumping into her.
My orgasm is so long and strong I collapse onto her and hold onto her like she’s my lifeline. If I let go, I don’t know what will happen.
I’m wrung out. Exhausted. Blissed out.
“Cormac?” She whispers and gently combs her fingers through my hair when I stay nearly passed out on top of her.
I lift my head and stare into her eyes.
“Okay?” she questions.
“Perfect. Absolutely perfect.” I press another sweet kiss to her lips and roll to my side, bringing her with me.
The bed is a mess, and I’m sure I’m just as sticky, but I don’t care. I’ll deal with everything else another time. Right now all I want is to hold on to this angel lying in my bed.
My second chance at a life I never thought I’d have.