Chapter 25 - Ciarán
twenty five-Ciarán
The rain was coming down in thick sheets, relentlessly drumming against the windows like a frantic heartbeat.
I stood at the edge of the living room, leaning against the window frame, watching her.
Midnight painted everything in shadows, but I could still see her sitting out there on the steps, her silhouette blurred by the downpour.
Her black lace nightgown clung to her like a second skin, the fabric transparent in places against her glistening brown skin.
Her shoulders were slumped, and her hair was plastered to her face, her knees drawn up as if she was trying to fold into herself.
She looked like she was in a trance. She looked like she was begging the rain to rinse her clean.
I knew that feeling in my bones—the desperate hope that a storm could wash away what you hated about yourself. I couldn't let her drown in it alone.
I pushed away from the window, the sight of her tugging something deep inside me. I cracked the door open, the storm spilling in. “Jordin,” I called out. “Come inside before you catch a cold.”
For a moment, she didn’t move. Then, slowly, she turned her head, her eyes meeting mine. The storm between us was louder than the one outside. She stood, her bare feet splashing in the puddles as she walked toward me, rain trailing down her body.
The image would be burned into my mind forever—the way her dark hair was plastered to her skin, the lace clinging to her curves, and the way her eyes held mine. I was past the infatuation stage. This was something else. Something more.
She was my muse, my purpose. Why else would God have given her to someone like me? Had He heard my quiet prayers from back when I was young, when I just wanted an anchor in a world that always felt like it was shifting under my feet?
My heart was beating fast as hell in my chest.
I held the door open, stepping aside as she passed. The scent of rain and her perfume filled the space, wrapping around me. She stopped just inside, her breathing uneven. Then, without warning, her hand reached out, running over my bare chest.
“I need you to make love to me,” she said, her voice trembling.
The words hit me like a spark to dry timber. I didn’t answer. I didn’t need to. Instead, I reached for her, my hands finding her waist, pulling her close.
Her breath hitched, and I felt her tremble.
I lifted her, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carried her to the bedroom. The rain was our backdrop. I laid her down on the bed, peeling the soaked black lace from her body.
I took my time, kissing every part of her—her shoulders, her arms, her stomach. I wanted her to feel it, to know that this wasn’t just about lust. It was about her. About everything she was and everything she made me feel.
I kissed all the way back up. I stopped at her middle. She was already soaked and swollen. I pressed my face between her thighs. I worked my tongue in her, licking and sucking. She ground into me, her moans driving me wild, making me want to take every ounce of her.
“You’re doing so good, Ci,” she moaned. Her words pushed me further, making me want to please her more. My hands gripped her thighs, holding her wide.
She reached down, spreading herself open. “Right there,” she demanded, her words hitching. “Suck my clit.” Saliva dripped down my chin as I latched on. She spread her legs wider, gripping my head, pushing me down until I couldn’t breathe, but I didn’t care.
“I’m cumming, Ci, I’m coming.” Her orgasm had a melody—soft moans, rising cries, and a breathless chant of my name that was more beautiful than any song I’d ever written.
I stayed with her, my tongue working her through every shudder, until she finally collapsed back against the sheets, her hands loosening their grip on me.
The way her body shook, the sounds she made—it was all I needed.
I kissed my way back up, leaving her body shivering in the wake of my lips. I stopped at her breast. I sucked her right nipple, taking it between my teeth and tugging on it gently. I hovered over her, watching her squirm.
Impatiently, she pulled me down on top of her, her hands reaching into my pajama pants, gripping me.
She protested when I slipped from her hold, reaching for me. She watched through cloudy eyes as I discarded my pants on the floor.
I grabbed both her hands, pinning them to the bed, and took my place between her spread thighs.
“Tell me what you need, J,” I whispered, my voice low and gravelly. “I want to give you everything. Just tell me.”
“I need you,” she said, her voice breaking. “I need you inside me, Ci.”
I slid into her. I took my time, slow and steady, letting her feel every inch, letting her body adjust to me. Her walls clung to me; she was so tight. Her nails dug into my skin, and she kept resisting like she wasn’t sure if she could take it all. I paused, resting against her.
“Relax, baby,” I whispered, my lips brushing the corner of her mouth, soft and reassuring. “We got all night.”
Her chest rose and fell, her breaths shaky as she nodded.
I rolled my hips, trailing kisses until I finally sank all the way inside of her.
My weight pressed her into the bed, my chest flush against hers, grounding her.
The rain outside was still pounding. Her eyes met mine, and I kissed her again, slow and deep, my lips telling her what words couldn’t.
“You feel like heaven, J. Like you were made for me.”
Her hips started rising to meet mine, her breath catching every time I pushed deeper.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered against my lips, her voice breaking. “Please, don’t stop.”
I didn’t. I couldn’t. Her body opened up for me, her wetness making every stroke smooth. Her thighs shook around me, her back arching off the bed as I found a rhythm, slow but deep, my hips pressing into hers with every push.
Her first release hit her slow; she whined through it. Her body trembled, her nails clawed at me, and her cries pushed me closer to the edge. I kept moving, chasing my own release, losing myself in her.
"You drive me crazy," I admitted, my hands firm on her waist like she might slip away if I loosened my grip. "This body, this mind, this soul… it’s all you, J. You’re everything."
Her hands skimmed over my scalp, pulling me closer. I groaned against her skin, heat rushing through me. "You’re fire," I whispered, my lips moving lower, tasting her like I needed her to survive. "And I’m burning up for you."
My release was creeping up my spine. I moved faster, chasing it. And when it hit, it was like the world split open. My body trembled, my breath caught, and for a moment, I thought I might break apart. I pressed my face into her neck, holding her like she was my only lifeline.
It took a moment to steady myself. I just stared at her, my heart still hammering a rhythm only she could create. "I don’t even know what the hell that was," I muttered into the quiet.
When she didn’t respond, I realized she was asleep. A low laugh escaped me. Here I was, ready to pour my heart out, and she was sleeping.