Page 50 of Guarding Salvation

“I can’t stop thinking about you, of this.”

His admission seemed to be like a match igniting the flame of desire that had been burning low in both of them all day. Fuck, since he’d left her bed over ten days ago. Aoife moved her hands to his belt, making quick work of the buckle, the loud clink of metal the only sound apart from their breathing. Bram held his breath, not wanting to break the erotic spell she was weaving on him.

With her eyes still on his, she undid his belt, her tongue twirling around his thumb imitating what she’d do to his cock. Bram held still, the desire to take over strong, but the need to see her take control even stronger.

Her hand found his cock, hard and straining as she slipped it inside his jeans and cupped his length before releasing him from the confines of his jeans and boxers. She stroked his cock, from root to tip, slowly, making his hips buck as pleasure slithered down his spine, making his balls ache. Bram was done being a bystander, removing his thumb from her hot mouth to the neck of her jumper, he pushed it down, exposing her navy lace bra. Fuck she was hot, her skin flushed with arousal from his touch.

An ache started inside him, and he roughly pushed the lace aside and gripped her nipple with his forefinger and thumb. He twisted her nipple hard causing her to throw her head back on a moan. His girl was a naughty one, she liked it rough and liked it when he made demands on her, and he remembered the way she’d got so wet when he talked dirty, telling her what he wanted from her.

“Suck me, Irish.”

His gravelly words, demanding and dark made her moan as she wrapped her lips around the head of his cock. A hiss fell from his lips at the first touch of her warm, wet mouth on his crown.

Aoife looked up to him, her eyes dark with pleasure to see him watching her as she worked him over.

Heaven, he was in fucking heaven as she worked him over, alternating between soft gentle torturous licks to taking him so deep he hit the back of her throat. His hands continued playing with her perfect tits, making her squirm as he rolled the tight buds between his fingers.

His free hand gripped her hair tight, and he knew she loved the burn on her scalp because she moaned around his cock, almost making him lose his damn mind with pleasure. Bram thrust forward, his cock driving down her throat until her lips touched his pelvis, holding there for a second before he moved back, allowing her to catch her breath. Something about the raw desire she evoked in him made him feel powerless and that was something he hadn’t felt in a long time. Yet he didn’t care, because here in this room, he was happy to let her have control if this was the result.

As her movements became quicker, she cupped his balls, rolling them in her hand as he growled her name in warning, his come bubbling in his balls as his orgasm raced towards the finish line. Aoife ignored it, redoubling her efforts as he lost control, his seed exploding from him on a roar, his knees almost buckling with the pleasure of it.

Bram staggered back as he pulled out, and she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. Even that was hot, seeing her looking so dishevelled from sucking his cock.

Bram tucked his softening cock back into his jeans and pulled her to stand before him.

“That was fucking sensational, Aoife.” His lips found hers and he kissed her slowly. “But I’m not done with you yet. I’m going to make you come so hard you won’t remember your own name, and then I’m going to fuck you in front of the fire until neither of us can stand.”

“I can’t wait to have you inside me again. I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too, Irish.”

Aoife stroked his cheek, rubbing the rough stubble on his face against her fingertips.

Bram lifted her into his arms and carried her toward the bed, laying her down softly before falling to his knees on the floor. Pulling the boots from her feet, he tossed them behind him. Next, he peeled her leggings from her body, admiring the lace underwear she wore as his fingers skimmed her skin.

“So soft. Your skin is the softest thing I’ve ever felt.”

Aoife didn’t reply because he was kissing his way up her thighs, over her hips, avoiding the place he knew she wanted him most and a smirk played on his lips at her groan of displeasure. He drew her jumper over her head, threading his arm behind her to release the catch on her bra. Her breasts spilled free and his dick twitched in interest.

He worshipped her body, kissing every part of her exposed skin, his teeth biting at her nipples in a way he knew she liked. As she writhed, he could feel his dick hardening as it pushed from his open jeans.

Finally, he’d tortured her enough and his lips landed on the crease of her thigh, right beside her pussy. Pushing the lace to the side, he swiped his tongue through her folds, and she arched off the bed at the contact. When he swiped his tongue over her clit, a keening moan erupted from her, as her fingers clenched the sheets and her climax washed over her as she pulsed against his lips.

Gently he pushed two fingers inside her tight pussy finding her soaking wet as her walls tried to clamp down on his fingers.

Wasting no more time, he stood, smiling at her outraged expression, and shed his clothes. His dick jumped in excitement as she watched him roll a condom down his length.

Putting a knee in the bed, he made space between her hips and her leg curled around his back trying to get him closer. A knot of desire grew as he bent, his mouth seizing hers in a deep, hungry kiss as the slow lovemaking became a dark need that chased them both, leaving a tangled mess of desperate need in him. He thrust inside her, not stopping until he was buried to the hilt, and she cried out, her hands clawing at his back.

Bram groaned, the pleasure-pain of her passion consuming him as he fucked her hard and raw. Threading his fingers through hers, he held her hands above her head, lifting her tits to his mouth and as he fucked her, he sucked her nipple into his mouth, causing her to rock back against him, their bodies in sync as they chased the same thing.

“Bram.”

“What, baby? What do you need?”

“More, harder.”

“Fuck me, you’re perfect.”