Chapter Eleven ~ Brendan
I woke slowly, the smell of fresh air, dirt, and forest assaulting my senses and reminding me where I was. I shifted slightly, aware of the fact that I needed to go find a tree, but suddenly registering the supple body entwined with mine.
I opened one eye gingerly, taking in the bright-red hair strewn across my chest, and decided I didn’t give a fuck if my bladder was about to explode, I wasn’t moving from this spot.
I moved one hand slowly, testing to see if Bronagh was awake or not, then moved it to cradle her rounded ass, pulling her tighter against my body.
Shit! My dick apparently didn’t care if I had to piss or not either, it was hard as stone. She shifted her thigh, which had her rubbing against the base of my cock, and I groaned uncontrollably. I felt the curve of her lips against my bare chest and knew she was playing opossum.
If she wanted to play dirty this morning, I was happy to oblige.
I moved my hand under her shirt and into the waistband of her pajama pants, and, stroking as I caressed, I began fondling her through her panties. She remained still, but I could feel her breath coming out in pants as she became wet.
Bronagh shifted again, this time sliding her hand down my torso and stroking my cock boldly, all pretense of sleep gone.
I pushed the thin fabric aside and slipped my fingers inside her, easing in and out slowly, allowing the tension to build as she tilted her hips to allow better access. When the silky softness of her hand fisted around the head of my cock I bucked up and no longer felt like playing around.
“Did you like making love last night, Freckles?” I asked, my voice rough from sleep and need.
“Yes,” she breathed.
I flipped her onto her back as I rose up above her, taking in her pink cheeks and heavy-lidded eyes.
“Well, I hope you’re in the mood to get fucked,” I growled, then leaned down and tugged her lower lip between my teeth and asked, “Are you, Bronagh?”
“Yes, God, yes,” she replied immediately, licking her lip to sooth the bite.
“Yes, what?” I asked, needed to hear the dirty words come out of that pretty little mouth.
“Yes, fuck me,” she obliged, then reached up and grasped the back of my neck, pulling me down to ravage my mouth with hers.
I got to my knees and grabbed her hips, bringing her a couple inches closer before lifting her hips off of the ground.
“Wrap your legs around my waist,” I demanded. As soon as her heels hit my back, I took my dick in my hand a
nd stroked it, then ran it across her wet opening before thrusting inside.
“Oh,” she gasped, closing her eyes when I was seated all the way inside of her.
“Touch your tits.”
Her eyes flew open and she lifted her shirt, doing as I asked. The sight of those delicate hands on her soft, supple breasts caused me to pound harder inside her. Her tits jiggled perfectly as she pinched the nipples and teased herself by rolling the hard peaks between her fingers.
“That’s so fucking hot.” I gripped her hips tightly as I pumped in and out, already ready to come at the sight of the beautiful woman before me. “Now your clit, Bronagh. Make yourself come for me.”
With zero hesitation she trailed her hand from her breast, down her smooth stomach, and through the small patch of ginger hair, before reaching her clit and moving her fingers in a circular motion. When she closed her eyes and arched her back at the sensation, I pulled out. I had the overwhelming need to finish her off myself, so I lowered myself a little and swung her knees over my shoulder, pushing her hand aggressively out of the way so I could feast on her.
I was like a man possessed, and a short few seconds later, she was coming against my lips. I licked until she could take no more, then I let her slide bonelessly to the ground. Finally realized I didn’t have a condom on, I took matters into my own hands and began jacking myself off in front of her, still kneeling, as she watched with a hungry gaze. Before I could finish, she was knocking my hand out of the way and replacing it with her hot, wet mouth.
I fisted my hand in her hair as she sucked, her head moving back and forth as she took me deeper inside. The taste of her on my lips, the sight of her blowing me, and the feel of that moist heat took me over the edge so quickly I would have been embarrassed if it hadn’t been so fucking perfect.
Bronagh kept working me until I began softening in her mouth, then I gathered her down for a long, hard kiss. When she moved away and collapsed on my chest, her soft, fruity-scented hair splaying across me, I realized that I may be in trouble.
I was falling for this woman much harder and sooner than I’d expected, and I wasn’t sure what to do about it. My heart constricted as I wondered what her reaction would be. Did I tell her and risk scaring her away, or worse, have her not believe me … Or did I take some time to think things through and figure out what I was doing.
Chapter Twelve ~ Bronagh
Camping had been such an unexpected, wonderful treat, that I’d been racking my brain trying to figure out how I could pay Brendan back.