Chapter Fifty-four #2
The index and middle fingers of one hand slowly stroked her lips from top to bottom, and her pussy responded by opening more. My fingers played and massaged the insides of her pink lips until they were slick with her arousal.
Her arousal and pleasure grew as I curled my fingers, seemingly hitting that spot over and over again. After a time, I slowed my fingering and drew my hands away, thinking of replacing them with my mouth or cock.
Sensing what I was doing, she twisted her neck to look at me.
Her eyes begged me not to stop, begged me to continue the way I was.
I smiled acceptingly, and we craned our necks to kiss.
She thanked me with a tongue sliding deep into my mouth and then pulled away to catch her breath as my fingers increased their tempo. The sensations were endless and throughout her sex; throbbing within where her pussy was squeezing my stroking fingers.
Her breaths came in quick succession, matching the rhythm of my fingers as they played along her arousal. As the tempo of my touch quickened, her arms, still stretched behind her, began to encircle my neck, pulling herself closer, her legs trembling under the pressure.
Her body jerked in rhythm with the movement of my fingers. The shudders convulsing her body grew so intense I struggled to keep us both upright until her entire body clenched in a powerful quake, and the first wave of her orgasm crashed over her.
“Yes! Yes! Yes!” she screamed, high in the ecstasy of pleasure.
And then there was a second wave and yet another as her moans became long and drawn out, which tremulously faded to a barely audible whimper. I felt a rivulet of her warm cum snaking down my fingers.
I caught her firmly in my arms as her grip behind my neck loosened and her legs shakily gave way. She was loose and supple as I lowered her softly to the bed, supporting her head as I placed it on the pillow.
“That was amazing,” she whispered, “I want more.”
“You always get what you want, baby. Sempre.”
Her face was unguarded, peaceful, and mildly surprised.
I placed my cum-glistened fingers against her lips to admit them even as I tenderly added my mouth to hers.
Her eyes softly shut as the tip of her tongue snuck out to give her still parted lips the tiniest lick, tasting.
She exhaled in a sigh and melted into the soft bedding while her lungs slowly emptied.
I inhaled her bliss and drank of her with my eyes, savoring her satisfied calm, the unbearable loveliness of her face.
Her hands gracefully slid down, brushed past her face, and continued to her chest.
I was so fucking entranced as she softly cupped and massaged her breasts, circled them, and gently squeezed them to push her nipples out.
“Watch me,” she breathed. “Watch me do what I do when I think of you.”
“You touch yourself thinking of me?” I asked breathlessly.
She nodded, an instant smile coming on her face. “More than you know.”
She rolled her nipples between her fingers with increasing pressure until they protruded stiffly.
I was mesmerized.
Smiling at her.
Enjoying her effect on me.
Touching herself, controlling me.
Finally, she released her tits to slide her hands down her naked body, and I breathed again.
In the rise and fall of her chest and abdomen, I saw her breath, deep and even but beginning to quicken with mine.
My gaze followed as her graceful fingers traced the ridges of her pelvic bones, starting on the outside of her hips and then drawing down and in.
Her hands slid down the front of her legs, then moved to the inside of her thighs and slowly started back up, coaxing her legs apart as they came. Almost at her cunt, they drew her legs more fully open to reveal her continued arousal.
My desire to eat her pussy deepened.
I wanted to drive her with my mouth and bury my tongue in her wetness and thrust my cock deep within and feel her squeeze me. I wanted to feel her excitement and feed on it and reach together and clench together and squeeze together and convulse together and cum together.
Impossibly, her eyes became even more beautiful, more bewitching, as she curled her finger to stroke her pussy, all while her eyes were on me.
I opened my belt buckle, undid my jeans, and let them drop, freeing my stiff cock. She instantly moved her hands, presenting herself in front of me, at her knees.
“Not yet,” I said and gently pushed her back, lowering myself over her. My face passed over her as I slid my tongue along her skin, up her belly, kissing her scar and across the swell of her breast, over her nipple, across her upper chest, up her neck to her mouth.
My tip glided along her swollen lips, then I raised my hips to draw my cock back along her quivering pussy, slowly, gradually, until finally, the head was at the bottom of her pussy.
Like a flower closing for the night, her arms and legs softly closed around me, playing with my movement, guiding our motion.
“Please,” she begged.
“Patience,” I whispered.
I slid my cock slowly along her slick, wet pussy, brushing over her clit again.
After a few full strokes, when I reached the deepest glide between her thighs, I pressed my tongue flat against her breast. As I thrust forward, I dragged my tongue upward over the curve of her soft breast, across her chest, and up to the sensitive line of her neck.
And then I slid my cock back down again… and then forward.
“Oh, god!” she gasped.
It hasn’t been six full slow strokes before I realize how close she is.
How much her walls are already clenching around my cock.
I felt her cunt wrap tight around my cock after the tip slipped inside. More slowly than our stroking, I pushed into her even as her muscles drew me deeper.
“God, yes!” she screamed.
“Take it like the good girl you are, tesoro.”
I deepened my thrusts, pushing more into her, my hard cock disappearing into her, filling, stretching, being consumed. Our bodies collided in one rhythm, as did our gasps.
“Eyes on me, baby.”
Locked together now, we continued moving at the same slow pace.
Our long, slow strokes continue for a while, over and over.
Slowly and again deeply and over and over until we were shaking.
Her legs were wrapped tightly across the small of my back, her feet crossed above my butt, locking us together.
“Just like that, please,” she whispered, her body jerking under mine.
“Like that?” I asked, fastening the thrusts, then slowing them down again.
She closed her eyes for a second, bit her lip, then looked at her and nodded. “Like that.”
“I could get used to this,” she whispered, her head resting over my heart.
The silk sheets tangled around us, warm and weightless, like a blessing we’d finally earned.
“You should,” I murmured against her hair. “I don’t see this changing.”
Her soft laugh vibrated through me. “Neither do I.”
She kissed me slowly at first, then deeper, like she was sealing a promise. The duvet slipped to the floor, but neither of us cared. When she finally pulled back, her eyes flicked to the clock.
“I should get dressed.”
I caught her wrist and drew her back. “You’re perfect right here.”
Her brow arched playfully. “Oh?”
“Oh, yes.”
I rolled her beneath me, our breaths mingling, the world narrowing to the space between our mouths.
“I love you, baby.”
“Tell me in Italian.”
“Ti amo, mio cuore.”
Her smile broke wide and bright. “Anch’io ti amo, bello.”
We stayed like that, foreheads pressed together, until she traced lazy patterns across my chest.
“I like your penthouse,” she said softly. “We could make it feel more like home. Maybe turn two rooms into nurseries.”
I froze. “Are you pregnant?”
It was only after I asked the question, I realized how stupid my question sounded.
She smiled, serene. “No. Just thinking ahead.”
The future. Our future.
“I like the sound of that,” I said, my voice rough. “Mini Ninas and Ronans.”
Her eyes shimmered. “Yeah.”
I reached for my wallet, eager to show her something, but she noticed the photo in my wallet before I could hide it.
“Is that me?”
“It’s always been you,” I said. “I kept it all these years. When I missed you. When I needed you.”
Her breath hitched. “I have a box in Italy with everything you ever gave me. I couldn’t throw any of it away.”
I pressed my forehead to hers. “I never let you go either. I couldn’t.”
Silence settled between us, not empty but full. Of years lost. Of love that waited.
“This is our timing, Ronan,” she whispered, tears slipping free.
I held her tighter. “Our perfect timing.”
She laughed softly through the tears.
“Il nostro tempismo perfetto.91”
THE END!