Chapter One Hundred And Fifty Three : Naked
Chapter One Hundred And Fifty Three : Naked
All Veronica could see was … herself. Naked. Beside the bed. And Bruno , with his hand at the wall, just a couple steps away. She looked over at him curiously.
He motioned to the bed, then peeled off his black T-shirt. The muscles rippling underneath would’ve knocked her off her feet even if she hadn’t been trying to sit, so Veronica didn’t fight it. It was dangerous to her heart how good he looked. He stepped closer as she braced herself to at least keep sitting upright, and as he neared, she realized his upper body bore several scars. The scars didn’t seem to match, indicating they’d come from more than one incident, and none seemed recent enough to still be sore. Somehow, irrationally, the combination only made him appear stronger.
“I want you to keep your eyes on that mirror while I’m buried between your thighs,” he said while she ogled him. “I’m going to make you feel as beautiful and fucking sexy as you are, and I want you to see what you look like when you feel that way.”
“Spread your legs for me, baby. Let me see that virgin pussy.”
She complied instinctively.
Bruno lowered to his knees, his hands splaying across her thighs and squeezing as he dragged in a deep breath. “I’ve never been a religious man,” he said, his voice thick, “but you look fucking divine.” He raked his gaze up her body, his hands sliding forward toward her hips, and as their eyes clashed again, he dipped one hand down and swept two fingers through her folds.
The breath rushed from her lungs on a choked cry. Why did it feel so different?
“This pretty pussy’s so nice and wet for me, too.” His fingers stretched her folds and he dropped his gaze. “Mirror, baby.”
It took her a moment to remember his meaning. During which time he’d found her clit and as her vision settled on the reflection of their bodies in the mirrored windows, he rolled his thumb across the nub. Pleasure zinged through her and she cried out. Her legs fell open a little wider.
“Such a good girl,” Bruno murmured. Then he bowed his head and put his mouth on her pussy. The way she’d read about so many times but never experienced herself.
Veronica made a sound that was half-gasp, half-scream, her back arching as his tongue slid across her sensitive skin. Her entire body shivered with delight. Her toes curled in the air. He licked down to her opening and pushed his tongue inside her, entering her, and her eyes threatened to roll back in her head. It was all she could do to focus on the mirror again.
She hadn’t even realized he’d tucked one arm under her thigh, essentially letting her leg rest over his shoulder while he sank his fingers into her ass cheeks. His other arm was almost completely out of sight, but she could feel his hand still on her. Still touching. Her boobs were heaving over his head with her every breath. His back flexed and subtle, masculine groans began drifting to her ears beneath the lewd squelching, slurping sounds. Fresh desire poured through her, coiling in her belly, and Veronica ’s gaze locked in on something unexpected.
His new tattoo of her name and their children.
Her hand sank into his barely-long-enough-to-grab hair, her breathing becoming significantly less steady. She’d never had an orgasm build like this before.
He pushed two fingers into her channel and sucked her clit into his mouth. One pump, one tease of pressure, and she screamed her release as her body bucked against his face.
Bruno lifted his head and his gaze, but did not remove his hand. He licked his lips. “You’re as delicious as you are beautiful, baby.” He pushed a third finger inside her, making her squirm again
Bruno moved closer again and scooped her up, sliding her further back on the mattress. Giving himself enough room to join her as he resettled between her knees. He bent his head and started kissing her neck, licking and sucking up to her jawline. “I changed my mind about the condom,” he murmured. “I’ll pull out this time, and cover your tits in my cum. But I need to feel every fucking inch of you, baby. Do you trust me?”
Veronica curled her arms around his sides, holding him as close to her as she could. “Yes. Fuck, just grab me a Plan B if you have to while you’re out. Please, don’t leave me aching like this.” She couldn’t describe the empty, pulsing feeling at her core. She never even felt this worked up when she succumbed to her own temptation and took care of things herself. It made absolutely no sense to feel so lusty, so needy, on the heels of that amazing orgasm he’d just given her.
He vibrated in a way that might have been a chuckle, or approval, and his teeth closed briefly over her clavicle. Then he pushed to his knees and spread her legs wide. “Watch,” he said.
Her gaze was already riveted to the thick, veiny cock hovering so close to her heat she could practically feel it. So she saw as he took it in hand, stroked it once, rubbed his thumb across the tip, and canted his hips to settle into position. She kept watching, her breathing wobbly as anticipation built in her chest, as she felt him notch himself at her entrance.
He pulled his hand from hers, tangled it in her hair, and took hold of her hip with the other as he kissed her again. This kiss was rougher, wetter, and by the time it broke he was thrusting his full length into her pussy. “Mine,” he panted against her skin as he kissed along her jaw. “Every. Fucking. Inch.” He nibbled on her earlobe and palmed her breast. “Mine.”
Veronica couldn’t speak as he laid claim to her. The pleasure was overwhelming, almost crushing, and yet she couldn’t get enough. She never wanted it to end, and yet as she felt herself racing toward the precipice, she was eager to reach it. Eager to soar above it in Bruno ’s arms. He was everywhere. His lips, his touch, his voice—it was as if he were consuming her. And she loved it.
Bruno tugged on her hair, only enough to send pinpricks of pain into her scalp and draw her focus. “Need you to come, baby. I need to feel you come on my dick.”
She reached out and found purchase in his arms, holding on as the thing in her belly threatened to burst. He sank inside her again and it was like she was wrenched inside-out, her world set on fire and bursting apart all at once. She screamed his name as the searing bliss melted into a warm, comfy, frighteningly relaxed feeling.
She gave him a tired smile, guessing at the question in his eyes. “I don’t even think I could scream right now.”
His lips twitched and he put the phone to his ear. “What can I do for you?” Then he surprised her by sitting down at her side and pulling her up against him. There wasn’t anything sexual in the embrace, he didn’t try to cop a feel or even start rubbing suggestive messages into her skin. He simply held her, not unlike the way he’d held her in his lap while they’d talked earlier.
They moved to the bathroom to take a shower . When he leaned in and kissed her .
The kiss was rough and wet and had her arching against him. His other hand landed on her bare thigh and slid up, beneath the hem of her borrowed shirt, until his fingers dipped under the line of her panties to squeeze her ass. He sucked on her tongue before breaking the kiss, not easing his hold. “Then unless you tell me to stop—clearly—your body belongs to me.”
“Yes, please.”
Her hot little tongue teasing his length was the highest caliber torture he’d ever known. He let her set the pace when she finally parted her lips to take him into her mouth, and just the visual nearly ended him. Those plump lips, those flushed cheeks, those deceptively innocent golden amber eyes. It was all he could do not to thrust his full length past her lips and teach her what it meant to deepthroat. But she wasn’t ready for that, so he held himself in check.
With an agonizing, deliciously delirious slowness, Veronica sucked more than half his cock into her mouth. She teased the tip with her tongue, bobbed her head, and finally hollowed her cheeks on a hard suck that had him roaring his release down her throat.
bruno tangled one hand in her hair. “Fuck, baby, that’s it. Drink it all.”
Her tongue swirled around him one more time before she dropped back to her haunches, breathing hard. Her glorious, naked breasts heaved with each breath. She made a beautiful fucking sight, but if she stayed on her knees in front of him like that, he would lose control.
bruno lifted her to her feet and pulled them both under the warm spray of the shower. “Did you turn yourself on when you sucked me off, sweet Veronica ?”
Her fingers danced over his chest and she nodded. “Yes.”
He turned her around, her back to his front, and walked his hand down her stomach, fingers dipping between her thighs. “How about I give you a little relief, then, without aggravating those muscles too much?”
She tried to grind against his hand, a soft whimper escaping her.
He grinned, slipped his fingers through her folds just to hear her stuttering gasp, then stroked his way up to her clit. He wanted desperately to fill her pussy, but he’d fucked her harder than he should have earlier. A few more hours’ rest would be good. Her clit, on the other hand, he could play with. So he did. And while he fingered that sensitive nub, he grabbed hold of one boob with his other hand and bent his head until he could find her skin with his lips.
She squirmed in his arms, moaning and gasping, until suddenly she let out a sharp cry and her body shuddered. With a final sigh, Veronica went limp in his arms.
He cleaned her up and laid her in bed .