“Why don’t you tell me what was bothering you in the car earlier?” He held up his hand to stop her denial. “You don’t have to. It’s just after the night we shared, and the morning, I thought you might feel more comfortable sharing your thoughts with me.”
Bran grinned at the shower reference— she felt her face warm. But she knew she’d pleased him if collapsing on the floor was any indication. She was pleased with herself.
And he was correct.
“You’re right. You know this is new for me,” Raven shrugged, “but?—”
Bran interrupted. “It’s new for me as well, Raven. Surely, you realize that having sex with someone you aren’t emotionally invested in is way different than what happened between us.”
Raven looked at Bran for a moment. She understood what he meant. And yes, their level of closeness deserved openness and vulnerability. From both of them.
“I’ve fallen for you, Bran. Hard. You want me to open up? I will. I love you, and I became nervous that you might not feel the same. That it’s too soon. That this might be a fling, and once our trip was over, we would be too.”
Bran braced his hands on her hips and moved her to stand between his bent legs. “I feel the same. I love you too. I know it’s fast, but Gran assured me that when you know, you know and not to be a... dithering idiot about it.”
Raven could picture Matilda saying that and smiled.
“I want to make plans for our future once we’re back in the States. We don’t have to rush, but you’re it for me.”
Raven leaned forward to kiss his lips, bracing her hands on his chest. “My, aren’t we so grown up. Speaking of our feelings. Making commitments.” She kissed him again. Slow, easy. “You make me very happy, Bran.”
Bran deepened the kiss and began undoing her pants in the process. Laughing, she tried to move out of his embrace. “Bran! You arenottaking my clothes off!”
Easily holding her still, he got her pants unbuttoned and the zipper down. “Not all your clothes, babe, just the bottom half.”
Grinning, he asked her to kick off her tennis shoes. She did— she was sooo weak when it came to Bran. She couldn’t help the squeak of surprise when he stripped her jeans and panties in one go.
Bran stood, asked her to grab her shoes and clothes, then lifted her bare ass up, wrapping her legs snugly around his waist. He left the stairwell and headed out a crumbled back wall, where only miles and miles of green fields met them.
“Where exactly are you taking me? Outside? Naked! And why did I have to take my pants off first?”
“Simple, I wanted to feel your bare ass in my hands.”
He gave her a look like she should have known that.
“I’m not an exhibitionist, Raven, but surely you’re adventurous enough to let your boyfriend fuck you in a deserted Irish field.”
Bran’s deliberate, bold sex talk had her remembering all the dirty, nasty things he’d whispered in her ear as he took her over and over last night. Heknewwhat it did to her.
As he walked them to a shallow indention surrounded by more fallen stones and boulders, he’d been squeezing the cheeks of her ass, his fingers coming so close to her core she was squirming before he set her on her feet.
“I lied. I want all your clothes off.” He was already tugging off his light sweater, jeans, boots, socks, and briefs. Raven could only watch as he stepped into the shallow, rounded recess— She prayed it wasn’t a medieval grave.
Fitting his back against the low, moss-covered embankment, uncaring of the damp, he asked, “Why aren’t you naked yet?”
“Shameless, O’Faolain.” Shaking her head, she pulled her own soft sweater off, placing it with her jeans. “I must be as well.” As she straightened to unclasp the front closure of her bra, Bran’s eyes were fastened on her every move. His right hand stroked his shaft. Raven was mesmerized as his thumb swiped a drop of cum from the crown. Her bra fell from her fingers before she climbed down as well.
Who was mesmerizing whom?
“I don’t want to make you sore, but fuck, I can’t think of anything else but being inside you again.” Gently pulling her down, he split her legs across his thighs.
Her very center was spread open for him. Raven slid further up his thighs, working her core on his hard length, back and forth, back and forth, and back and forth again. Their breathing, already heavy, grew ragged. Raven slid further up on the lastglide until his length found her entrance before she slowly impaled herself.
Raven’s breastsswayed and bounced with every up and down motion of her body. Bran grasped her hips, helping increase the friction between them, before sucking first one nipple and then the other into his mouth. He could already feel himself edging toward climax and knew Raven was close. Her tempo increased, and her moans became almost frantic, chasing her release.
“That’s it, baby, come for me. I love to watch you— feel you tighten around me.” As he knew it would, his words made her burn even hotter. She exploded, flinging her head back, as her hips continued to jerk and ride him until he followed.
She lay on his chest, her head resting on his shoulder. He gently rubbed circles on her bare back, soothing her.
