CHAPTER 20 #2
“On we go then,” he smiled as he bent down to kiss me, slowly at first, like he was taking his time and eking out every moment.
I moaned, my need rearing up again within me, as his huge hands wrapped around my waist firmly. My hands roamed from his shoulders, down over his pecs and to his abdomen tracing every line of his taut muscles and brushing over the rough hair he had on his chest and down his happy trail.
The kiss turned more urgent, heated, and I continued to moan as my body heated up and had me pressing my thighs together, in a desperate search for friction.
“Arran…please,” I squeaked as I pulled back from the kiss and met his eyes imploringly. I couldn’t hold on much longer. I needed him, his touch, his fire, his power.
“Are ye sure?” he asked and I hoped it would be his last check in. He didn’t need to keep doing it. I was sure, but I also appreciated how careful he was being with me.
“Sure and desperate,” I nodded frantically.
“Desperate, huh?” he laughed breathily. I was just relieved when he pulled back from me and grabbed the square silver packet from the shelf at the side. He tore it open, and I just watched in rapt fascination as he pulled it down his length smoothly.
“Where do you even buy condoms that size?” I gasped, then slapped a hand over my mouth when I realised that was not an appropriate question.
I was nervous and it was showing. I’d been so sure I was ready, but having now seen what needed to fit inside me, I was unsure it was going to work out.
“Ha!” Arran burst out, obviously taken by surprise by my verbal vomit. “Ye’ll no’ need te worry about that, wee one. I promise I’ll make sure we have all the condoms we need in future.”
“Oh. But shouldn’t I….I mean, it’s my responsibility too,” I floundered.
“Maybe in other relationships and out in the world, but no’ wi’ us. I promise, we’ll take care of that side of it, and of you. We can talk more about other options wi’ the others when yer ready,” he told me, and I nodded. I was good with that.
Before I could blurt anymore rambling comments, he pulled me closer and crashed his lips down over mine. I clung to his shoulders and he lifted me until I had my legs wrapped around his waist, my back pressed against the wall again, only this time I didn’t even notice if it was cold.
“We’ll need to go slow to start,” he warned me and I felt him line himself up at my entrance. I pushed my hands into his hair and held on.
“I trust you,” I told him with absolute surety, then I kissed him again.
True to his word he was gentle as he started to push himself inside of me, slowly, little by little. It wasn’t painful but I could definitely feel the stretch, and I had to remember to breathe as he got deeper and deeper.
By the time he was fully seated, I felt overwhelmed with sensation already, and so full. It had been a tight fit, and yet something about him just holding inside me, giving me a moment, the way we fit together, it was just right. Like it was always meant to be so.
“Tell me if I’m hurtin’ ye,” Arran ground out, his face tense like it was taking everything he had to just stop still for those moments.
“You’re not. It feels good. Move, please.”
His thrusts were cautious and slow to start with. He was being careful with me and allowing my body time to adjust. That didn’t make each movement feel any less spectacular. I was already breathless, my core tight with the orgasm building within me, in a matter of minutes.
“I’m good, Arran. Go harder. I won’t break,” I gasped as I clung to his shoulders and pressed my forehead to his.
I was glad when he seemed to let go of some of the control he had been holding onto, and wrapped his wide hands around my thighs pulling me even tighter against him as he began to move faster. I didn’t think he could get deeper inside me, but he did and it felt like nothing I had ever known.
“Yes! More!” I gasped, loving as he thrust harder into me, giving me all of him.
I clung to him tighter and started to move in sync with him, only making it more intense.
Arran growled as I cried out, my orgasm so close it was making my body tremble.
We both seemed to get lost in the steady rhythm and rising bliss until all there was, was us, clinging to each other with every movement, and the gasping sounds of us chasing that ending together.
“Oh fuck! Arran…” I breathed frantically as I felt like I was right there, on the very edge.
It almost scared me in its intensity, and I found myself clinging even tighter to Arran as one more deep and hard thrust sent me spiralling.
I slammed my eyes closed and felt like I was falling as it rushed over me.
“That’s it, darlin’,” he panted. “So fuckin’ beautiful.”
He was still moving until moments later he seemed to tense, then he groaned loudly, almost like a shout. Then his movements slowed and his arms wrapped tighter around me as we stayed connected.
I clung to him too and slowly came back down again, but when I opened my eyes this time I wasn’t just satisfied, I felt more whole.
It was like I had found a new piece of myself I didn’t know existed, and I almost felt it slot into place as Arran held me, making me feel just that little piece less broken.
“That did it,” I breathlessly told him as I opened my eyes and lay my head on his shoulder.
“Did what?” he asked, looking almost concerned for a moment.
“Reached mind blowing. You did it,” I told him happily, and he chuckled when I gave him a weak pat on the back.
“We’ll no be stopping there. What’s better than ‘mind blowing’? I’ll aim fer it next time.”
“I’ll work on that thought when my brain works again,” I promised him.
“God, I love ye, Cara,” he told me as he pressed several kisses against my neck.
“I love you too, Arran. Being with you makes me happier than I ever knew I could be.”
He kissed me slowly, taking his time and seeming to savour the moment, just the way I wanted to too. It was possibly the greatest moment of my entire life to that point, and definitely one I would lock away in my heart for all time.