Chapter Fifty
RONAN
Present Day
ITALY
Saturday morning.
The notion gradually dawned on me as I woke and sensed the sun outside, the curtains swaying in the breeze.
I’ve been in Italy for two weeks, having the best time, food, and sex of my life with the love of my life.
I poured a mug of coffee and went back to Nina’s bedroom with an espresso for her.
She was standing at the sink in a tank top and panties when I opened the door, fussing with her hair.
“Good morning, bella signora.90”
She jumped when she saw me and then smiled.
I love that bright smile.
I came forward and took her body in my arms as she melted back against me and smiled.
“I didn’t want to wake you,” she said, snuggling her shower-fresh body against me. “You were still asleep when I got up.”
“I got up shortly after, baby.”
I wrapped my arms around her stomach and lay my head on her neck, inhaling a faint perfume and the smell of clean skin. I kissed her neck and nipped her with my lips and teeth.
“Ronan,” she whispered. “I’m gonna be late.”
“Thirty minutes, baby,” I whispered back, and she smiled at me.
“Fine,” she relented, and I kissed her neck.
I felt her body stiffen in delight, so I continued more of the same with the other side of her neck, blowing lightly in her ear, sucking her earlobe.
She arched her back in pleasure, so I slipped my hands beneath her tank top and slid them up and down her sides, getting closer and closer to her breasts.
She reached out and steadied herself on the sink as my hands came slowly up to her breasts and caressed them, catching and pulling one nipple, then the other between my open fingers.
She shivered in delight, so I did it again, magnifying the effect by a gentle sucking of her neck.
“I’ll give you an hour instead,” she said with a sharp moan, following her words. “Or two.”
I reached down with one hand and slid it across the front of her panties. I teased and caressed her, taking satisfaction in every brief twitch and moan… trailing my fingertips along the leg band of her panties, feeling the ridge of her outer lips.
I could feel the heat from her pussy now, and I felt the dampness in her crotch from the first precious drops of moisture deep within her.
“Just take them off,” she wailed.
I resisted her request and slipped one finger under the fabric.
I wasn’t going to fuck her this morning.
I was going to make love to her.
Making sure she savored it all. Felt every single ounce of pleasure.
I wanted to see how slowly I could go, how much I could tease her, so I rubbed back and forth in the same spot again and again.
I wanted to pull her panties down and bury my head in between her legs, but I resisted. I’d rather tease her for the sake of hearing those moans and whimpers escape her mouth and to see how much wetter she could get.
She groaned in frustration as my fingers slipped back and forth at the edge of her swollen lips. She jerked involuntarily again and complained about the slowness of my progress, but my only response was to kiss her back and sides and trail my tongue across her delicious skin.
I wrapped my arms around her body and pressed my face into her back. I kissed every exposed spot of skin on her lower back and slowly peeled more of her panties down, repeating the process.
“Baby, please, faster,” she murmured.
“Hm?” I taunted through closed lips. “I’ve got nothing but time…” I resumed my slow kisses on her backside and slipped her panties a little lower so my fingers could tease her.
I pulled her panties down her thighs and off slowly, admiring the view of the lower half of her body. My hands glided up and down her legs, feeling their smooth contour. My fingers on my other hand glided between her legs and rubbed her warm and wet slit with the lightest pressure from my thumb.
“Right there, please,” she pleaded.
I knelt to get a better view of her pussy and smiled at the sight.
My forefinger teased her, and I loved hearing the quiet, almost slurping sounds her pussy lips made.
“You’re so wet,” I breathed.
“Only for you,” she whispered, and hearing her say that only made my cock harder.
“Only for me, baby,” I repeated.
She whimpered as the tip of my finger slipped in and out, pushing downward to get more inside of her.
I heard another groan of frustration as I sucked her tender skin between my lips.
I took a moment to savor her wetness and lick it from my index finger before plunging it back inside her, and then adding another finger.
I rose again to kiss her neck, whispering in her ear. “Want me to speed up, baby? To touch you rougher?
I heard a short moan as my answer.
“Use your words.”
She nodded, “Yes. Please.”
She spread her legs wider for me, and I instantly inserted the tip of my cock between her pussy lips and rocked back and forth a mere inch to taunt her with the tip.
“Ronan, please,” she wailed in frustration, but I smiled in pleasure.
There was nothing I liked better than this. Nothing I liked better than taking her to the top of our own little ecstasy mountain.
She cried out in lust as the head of my cock created indescribable sensations against her inner lips.
“Tell me what you need,” I taunted.
“Your cock, please,” she murmured between moans.
I pushed in a couple more inches, teasing her G-spot, and her hips found my rhythm, and she pressed her ass back to take me in further, but my hands held her hips steady.
My tongue played with her ear, and I thrust and flicked the wet tip in every little crevice before sucking the lobes once again. I felt her neck scrunch in delight and felt her happy pussy twitch at the sensations.
I rested my chin on her shoulder again and looked straight ahead in the mirror. Her head dipped slightly, eyes closed in concentration.
I whispered hotly in her ears. “Look up in the mirror, tesoro. Look into my eyes.”
Her dark eyes opened quickly, and we gazed lustfully at each other. I picked up my head to arch back into her, then pulled back and thrust again deeply into her pussy.
She gasped loudly and bit her bottom lip, returning my hot gaze as I thrust again and again into her, my calm hands holding onto her waist.
“Fuck me, please,” she begged once more.
The sight of her shaking breasts in the mirror became too much for me to resist, so I covered them with my hands, massaging her aching tits.
She pressed forward into my hands, then pulled back when my fingers captured her nipples
Still holding her eyes, I ran my hands down her forearms to intertwine my fingers with hers, then held myself tightly against her as I whispered in her ear, “You see what you do to me, tesoro? How my cock throbs inside you, mio cuore.”
“Do you know how fucking enticing it is to see you standing here, your back arched and knowing I’m fucking you slowly from behind?”
She whimpered, seemingly unable to find her words, and turned her head suddenly to kiss me, our tongues echoing the movements of our lower love muscles. We kissed deeply and rocked in silence for a minute, while my hand reached to caress her stomach, rubbing over that scar.
I felt her body shift and stiffen once my hand came in contact with it, and I sighed. “Baby, don’t you dare hide from me. You’re beautiful. A fucking goddess. That scar takes nothing away from your beauty.”
“Really?” she asked, as the small whimpers continued to escape.
“Definitely,” I confirmed.
I stopped, pressed against her as my hands continued to caress her skin. She felt wonderful, but I couldn’t resist drawing my caresses inexorably higher, back to her beautiful swaying breasts.
I couldn’t resist the most perfect pair of C-cup tits.
My fingers slid across one slowly, her distended nipple slipping between my fingers. I pulled it lightly, then more firmly with my thumb and forefinger. I felt her pussy jerk in response, so I did it again, eliciting the same response.
I lifted a nipple and pulled her breast up slightly, then let it drop.
Our bodies were in sync now, swaying left and right with each other, rising slightly when I pulled up on her nipples.
It was hard not to come.
It was hard not to give in to the sweet sensations of her tight pussy gripping my cock.
But if I was going to come, she was going to come with me, so I dropped my hand right down slowly across her stomach and let my searching fingers find themselves above her pussy.
Moving down slightly, I stretched wide the folds surrounding it, taking pleasure in her cry of delight, then cradled her clit between my two longest fingers.
“I’m gonna come,” she breathed.
“Come for me, tesoro,” I urged.
I sped up the thrusts of my cock and fingers until I heard her start to scream in ecstasy.
Her cries of pleasure were so fucking sexy to hear that they carried me over the top of my orgasm, and each thrust of my cock now emptied a hot little stream of cum deep inside her.
She grabbed the counter and pushed her ass against my thrusting cock, as we yelled and slammed against each other in the final moments of bliss.
We gasped for air and slowed our frenzied pumping. I put my cheek against her sweating back and felt her heaving breaths as our gyrations ground to a stop.
A minute passed, then two. “There you go, baby,” I said, pulling out and reaching for my robe.
“Not so fast,” she hissed breathlessly. “It’s my turn.”
“Hm?” I asked, looking at her in complete shock. “But your meeting?”
She laughed and ran her hand up my thigh. “Don’t you worry about that, amore mio.”
She guided me as I fell to the mat and spread my knees. Not long after, I felt her hot breath on my balls, then her wet tongue, then kisses.
“Fuck baby,” I muttered.
One hand encircled my hardening cock and stroked lightly while she sucked one of my balls into her mouth. She teased me, going back and forth slowly until I felt her lips nibbling their way up my dick, kissing me, licking my warm skin.
I sucked in a breath at the sensation, opening my eyes to see her looking at me. Smiling that evil grin.
It came as no surprise when I felt her lips close around the tip of my dick.
Her smiling eyes and talented mouth made me harder each minute.
I reached down and held one breast, flicking her nipple for one moment before she brushed my hand away.
She went back to taking me deeper into her mouth, her tongue circling all the most sensitive spots.
When she pulled away, I heard the soft, wet pop as I slipped from between her lips.
But she didn’t stop, she slid the tip back in and sucked eagerly.
Her lips formed a tight “O” as she picked up the pace, one hand wrapped around my shaft, stroking in rhythm.
The slick saliva coating me made every movement smoother, more intense, and I already felt myself building toward release again.
“Such a good fucking girl,” I rasped and looked down to find her eyes on mine.
She took me all in stride, bobbing her head up and down, milking me for all I was worth.
She crawled up my body and lightly kissed my grinning face.
“I’ll go get ready now,” she said and started walking away, but I pulled her back.
I reached my hand up her thigh down to her pussy, and started slowly rubbing it, “When you’re in your meeting today, think about this.”
She whimpered, her head tilting slightly backward. “When you’re here, without me… remember how good I suck your cock.”
Good was a fucking understatement, and with that, I removed my hand and watched as she got ready and left.
I’d never get over this morning.