Chapter 26
She feels so damn good, warm and tight and mine. Grasping her hips just that bit harder, firm enough I’ll leave my marks behind, I thrust forward, finally sinking into her all the way.
She cries out as a groan falls from me, her warm, wet pussy sucking me in as she still trembles from the remnants of her orgasm.
I pull her into me with every drive of my hips, burying myself so deep inside of her I don’t know where I begin and she ends, and she takes everything I give.
So damn pretty with her back arched, head thrown back in her pleasure.
I’ve been dreaming of this, of her, and yet nothing could have prepared me for it.
Our bodies slap together, the sound of her wetness obscenely loud as I fuck her hard and fast, chasing my own release, but this isn’t enough.
I want her writhing, sore to walk, skin mottled with the marks of my fingers and mouth. She is a craving I cannot satisfy and has been since the moment I found her in the pool at the falls. Denying it is futile; I am weak for her.
“You feel so fucking good,” I groan, my chin hitting my chest so I can watch myself sink into her, again and again, over and over. She stretches to fit me, soaking my cock, thighs tight around me.
Releasing one of her hips, I press down on her lower abdomen, and she gasps, her head snapping up to watch me.
“You feel that?” I can’t help but smirk. “You feel how fucking deep I am?”
I add a little more pressure, making sure she can feel every thrust and every grind, her perfect pussy sucking me in, clenching around me.
“Oh God,” She cries, “Fuck I’m going to come again.”
“I’m going to fuck you until you can’t walk,” I growl, “Make you come again, and again until you beg me to stop, Niamh. I’ve waited for this, and you’ll be damn sure I’m having every. Last. Drop.” I punch each word out with a thrust of my hips, keeping her exactly where she is.
Her pussy clamps around me so tight, adding an extra layer of pleasure that has a warning tingle rushing down my spine.
My thrusts turn jerky, slower as the weight of the pleasure consuming me completely takes over.
My cock jumps inside of her, her pussy still convulsing, drawing out every drop from me.
Spent, I release her hips, and still buried inside, I lean over her, burying my face in the side of her neck as we both breathe heavily, skin slick with sweat.
Her fingers thread into my hair, nails scratching against my scalp, and I almost fucking purr as my skin erupts in goosebumps.
“That was…” She breathes.
“Perfect?” I lift onto my elbows to look down at her, my hips still in the cradle of her thighs, cock softening inside of her.
“Life changing.”
Everything stops for just a minute. The world stops spinning; the trees stop growing; I’m pretty sure even my heart stops beating as her mouth tips up into one of her full smiles, dimples sinking into her cheeks as her eyes crinkle at the corners.
“Do it again,” I breathe as the smile softens.
Her brows lower. “What?”
“Smile like that,” I plead, “Give me that smile. Fuck you’re so beautiful, Niamh.”
I kiss that smile, the areas where the dimples just were, as if I can taste it. “You say all the right things.” She whispers.
“I’ll never stop saying them,” I vow. “It’s a crime they haven’t been said before.”
“Oh, I don’t know,” She jokes, “Old Bob from the factory tells me I’m beautiful every day when he comes in for his daily brandy.”
My eyes narrow. “Fucking Bob.”
She laughs lightly, and I gently ease from her, wincing at the loss, but I help her stand, catching her when her legs wobble.
She lies between my legs as bubbles pop around my ears, her eyes closed as she hums the tune of a song I can’t recognize.
She lit a bunch of candles and turned out the lights, and now my bathroom smells like lavender and I’m getting a cramp in my left ass cheek.
This bathtub isn’t made for two, but she made us both fit, and now she’s relaxing against me, her hair wet, skin a little pink from the heat, and I’ll be damned if I disturb her.
The tips of my fingers lightly trace shapes on the swells of her breasts just poking out of the surface of the water, the rest of her hidden beneath the bubbles.
When I pull my hands away to reach for the shampoo, her eyes snap open. “Why’d you stop?”
My mouth pulls up, “So I can take care of my girl.”
“You were taking care of your girl, it felt nice.”
“This’ll feel nice too.” I assure her, “Wet your hair some more.”
She’s skeptical as she dips beneath the water and drenches her hair, and then I guide her to sit up between my legs.
I squirt a handful of shampoo into my palm, probably too much, but I mean, she has a lot of hair.
Tipping my hand at the crown of her head, I lather the shampoo into her hair, pulling up the ends so I can get those parts too and once it’s all lathered up, I rub the tips of my fingers into her scalp, gently massaging as I wash her hair.
She makes a sound, part moan, part sigh, that has my cock jerking in response.
I’ve already had her again since the kitchen while we waited for the bath to fill.
She sat on the edge of the vanity unit while I worked between her legs, my mouth on hers, hands touching, feeling, studying.
It was softer than before, but no less satisfying.
When I’ve worked her hair, I guide her back beneath the water so I can wash it out and then reach for the conditioner I stole from her room. I don’t have this in here, but I knew she’d have more than I use.
I add some to my palm and then move to repeat the steps I did for the shampoo, but she’s quick to stop me.
“No, no,” She laughs, “Not like that.”
“Well, how?” I frown.
“You put this on the ends of my hair, not the roots.”
“Why?”
“The scalp doesn’t need it, just the ends since they’re the oldest and driest parts. So just gather the ends and — here, let me do it.”
She moves to scoop the conditioner out of my hand, but I move it out of reach like another child is trying to steal my toy.
“I can do it.”
“Roman, it’s fine. I can just put it in, and you can wash it out.”
“I want to do it.”
She chuckles and gathers up her hair in one hand. “From here,” She points at one part of her head and then holds out the ends, “To here.”
“Got it.” Following her instruction, I start to smooth the conditioner through her hair, making sure to get all of it until her hair feels like silk slipping through my fingers. “Now what?” I ask.
“We wait a couple of minutes and then we wash it out.”
“That’s an awful lot of work when you can just simply wash it and be done.”
She winces. “That’s illegal.”
I bark a laugh. “What?”
“No. You can’t do that. Do you do that?”
I shrug, “Yeah. I just wash and be done with it.”
“Oh baby,” She pushes out her bottom lip. “I guess it’s your turn now to find out. Lay back.”
“Niamh,” I try to reject the idea, but her scowl has me rethinking. “You’re going to need to shift if you want me to lay back.”
She scoots down to the end of the tub and orders me to spin around so she can fix my hair.
When I lay down, slipping beneath the water, her fingers begin to work through my hair, wetting it before I sit up and she squirts her shampoo into it.
Her fingers move like mine did, and when she’s done, she washes it out and puts in the conditioner.
“You’ll thank me later,” She tells me with a chuckle and spins around, “I need to wash this out now.”
I help her with her hair, rinsing the conditioner from it, running my fingers through the dark, silky strands until it’s clean of product and glossy, the light reflecting off the strands.
She wrings out the water and then orders me to go under so I can also wash it out, and once it’s done, I run my hands through my hair.
It feels softer, sure, but I’m not sure it makes much difference to me.
“See?” She beams.
“I do,” I lie, pressing a kiss to her temple.
We finish up in the bath, and climb out, wrapping ourselves in towels as the bath empties. She wanders from the room while I get the plug out and do a quick cleanup, and when I come out, she’s standing in the middle of the room, staring at the bed, her hair dripping water onto the hard floor.
“Are you okay?” I come up behind her, sliding my hand around her waist to bring her back to my front.
“I guess this is goodnight?”
“This is, get dry and in my bed, sweetheart.”
“Oh.”
Letting her go, I move to my drawers and pull out a pair of boxers before I drop the towel and put them on and then reach for one of my t-shirts.
“If you don’t put yourself there, I’ll put you there.” I tell her matter-of-factly and hand her the t-shirt.
She gives me a half-smile. “Okay.”
She dries herself off, and then I watch in somewhat fascination as she braids her hair, her fingers working quickly before she ties it off with a band.
“Which side?” She asks.
“Pick.” I tell her.
“You don’t have a preferable side?” She quirks a brow.
“I do,” I tip my head side to side, “But I can change.”
“Roman,” She sighs, “Which side is yours?”
“Door side.”
“Oh, that’s perfect,” She grins. “I’m a window-side kinda girl.”
My t-shirt hits her mid-thigh, but seeing her in my clothes has my cock hardening again, the way she swims in it, how the fabric drapes over her, legs on display.
She pulls back the sheets and climbs into the bed, sinking against the pillows as she pulls the sheets back up to her chin.
Her eyes crinkle at the edges, a shy smile as her eyes land on me.
“You’ve been holding out on me,” She teases. “This bed is like a cloud.”
“It’s yours.” I immediately declare and cross over to her, climbing in beside her before I reach for her to bring her in close.
She shifts until she’s facing me, her hands beneath her cheek.
“I need to kiss you,” I rasp.
“I’m here,” She replies, shuffling closer, until the front of her presses to the front of me. Sliding my arms around her, I bring her in more and lay my lips over hers, the taste a drug I cannot get enough of.
More. Always more.
Never enough.
She is the beginning and the end, and everything in between.
Say you need me.
That’s what I asked her, but it’s the other way round.
I need her.