46. Chapter 46
Chapter 46
Ronan
“ S ay it again.” I backed Nellie up against the counter until the sound of her sharp gasp cut through the quiet room. She looked at me and sucked her bottom lip into her mouth, biting down and blushing.
She reached up onto her toes, wrapping her arms around my shoulders. “You’re mine.” She kissed my cheek. “And I’m yours,” she added before her lips hungrily found mine like they hadn’t just parted a few breaths earlier.
“Damn straight. And I’ll destroy anyone who tries to change that.” I thought about Stanton and his attempt to get information from Nellie. It made me happy, and somewhat relieved, to know Nellie didn’t tell them anything. She knew more than she let on.
“Nobody can change it.” Her honey stare held mine, and I inhaled her breath. I kissed her again, and as I did, her breathing grew heavier. She pressed her body against mine, and the warmth from her skin radiated into me. I could feel the anticipation drifting from her when she snaked her arms around my neck to pull me closer.
She parted her lips further, using her tongue to invite me in. I wanted to swallow the sweet taste of her excitement. When I placed my hand flat against her lower back, she pressed herself closer to me, eagerly sucking my tongue and moaning. But when I closed my arms around her and squeezed, her breath hitched, causing my stomach to drop.
“I don’t know if we should do this right now,” I said, pausing. Guilt flooded me when she winced.
Her arms dropped into her lap, and her shoulders sank under assumed rejection. “Why? What happened?”
“You told me that you’re mine. That’s what happened.” I cupped her face in my hands. “I don’t know if I can contain myself right now, and you’re hurt.”
Nellie sighed, framing my face with her delicate hands in the same way I held hers. “I told you, I’m not broken. I’m fine.” Her voice got huskier. “Ronan, I need you. Please?”
When I grabbed her by the hips and lifted her, setting her on the counter, she squealed. Her legs automatically wrapped around me, and I grabbed the crease between her thighs and her full hips to tug her to the very edge.
“I can’t resist you,” I growled, pressing my forehead against hers before I kissed her again.
“Good,” she gasped between kisses before she dived toward me for more.
She continued to stretch forward, even when I grabbed the hem of her shirt and lifted it off her. When I sat the shirt on the counter next to us, she hungrily brought her mouth back to mine like there was a magnet connecting us. Her skin grew goosebumps when I traced her spine from her lower back to the clasp of her bra, using one hand to pluck it apart while the other remained locked in her hair.
Nellie pulled the straps off her shoulders and threw it to the floor, reaching desperately for my shirt on her way back. She fought with it, struggling to get it up my body and over my head with her face smashed against mine. I helped her, tugging it off and dropping it next to hers. She whimpered when I kissed her again.
Her lips were red and shiny when I pulled away from her, and I wanted to bite them. Instead, I placed my hand in the center of her chest, slowly guiding her onto her back on the counter. She didn’t fight it, even when the cold surface met her skin and made her hiss, but her back arched away from it.
I traced her curves, drawing my hands down her sides to her hips, hooking my fingers under the waistband of her yoga pants. She gnawed on her lip anxiously, her eyes not leaving mine as I dragged them down her hips. Nellie lifted slightly, allowing me to get the pants past her ass, and once they were over her thighs, I stripped them quickly from her legs and let them drop to the floor.
She parted her legs slowly when I walked my hands up the insides of them, pausing at her knees to spread them further before continuing up her inner thighs. I would never tire of the way her skin turned pink beneath my touch or how her breathing quickened as she anticipated my next move.
“You’re beautiful, you know that?” I asked her, tracing the crease between her leg and hip. She nodded. “And you’re all mine.”
Nellie nodded again. “I’m yours.”
“Keep saying that,” I said when I ran the tip of my finger along her slit. “I want to hear it forever.”
“I’m yours,” she repeated, weaving her fingers into my hair when I parted her lips. I inhaled the sweet scent of her arousal, and she shivered. “I’m yours. I’m yours.” She kept going, growing quieter and more breathless as I painted my tongue along her thigh to her center.
“That’s right. Mine.” I locked eyes with her long enough to confirm she understood what that meant before I dove in, nuzzling my nose against her bare mound. When I darted my tongue out, flicking over her hardened clit, she cried out, arching more off the counter.
I placed my hand on the center of her stomach, holding her against the counter and smirking before I closed my lips over her clit. Nellie nearly levitated completely when I sucked. She writhed and fought against my hand on her stomach, and I pressed down, keeping her in place while I continued.
“Oh God!” she screamed, giving in and letting her head drop against the surface. Her hands gripped my hair tighter, and it stung when she pulled. That only encouraged me to push her further.
I slipped one finger into her already-soaked pussy. “No God, sugar. It’s only me here, and you already said you’re all mine.”
She opened her mouth to say something, but only a high-pitched cry came out. Nellie nodded, rolling her hips to meet the gentle movement of my finger. I added a second, curling both against the soft spot inside her that made her eyes roll back. Such a sweet sight. I did it again, torn between watching her fall to pieces and tasting her while she did.
“Yours. I’m all yours.” She was panting, repeating the words like they were the only ones she could think of. When her legs started to quiver and her body trembled, I believed that was the case. In that moment, Nellie was mine in every way, and I wasn’t going to let her go.
Her warm release washed over my hand as she came, and her moans bounced off the old, tattered walls that would be painted pink in coming months. I didn’t stop, even as my cock pressed painfully against my zipper. I needed more of her, and I continued to massage the walls of her pussy through the waves of her orgasm until her back fell back against the counter.
“That’s my girl,” I said, pulling my fingers from her and licking them clean. Her eyes and mouth both widened. “So sweet when you come apart for me.”
She sat up on her elbows, and her eyebrows wrinkled. When she bit her lip, I felt her anticipation in my core. Her legs parted, displaying her shining pink pussy and inviting me in. It was an invitation I couldn’t resist.
Nellie watched closely, licking her lips when I unzipped my jeans and my erection bobbed free. I stroked it, never taking my eyes off hers. Her stare begged me for more, and she whined. My cock throbbed in my hand.
She held her breath when I stepped between her legs, and she wrapped one of her legs around my hip. “I’m yours,” she whined, reaching between us and grabbing my cock to guide it inside her. “Show me I’m yours. I need you in me.”
I groaned when I slipped into her. Her pussy clenched around me when I pulled out and thrusted back in, dropping my head toward hers. “Fuck, I’ll never get over how good you feel.”
“Ronan,” she whined, looking up at me with distinct hunger. “Fuck me. Please.”
I couldn’t resist the slight whine in her voice or the desperation in the way her hands clung to my arms. It made me almost feral. I needed to hear the high-pitched whine that slipped from her lips get louder. I needed to feel it echoing off every surface around us.
“As you wish, sugar.”
The sound of our skin slapping together rang through the room, and each time I slammed into her, she cried out louder. Her nails dug into my skin, gripping hard enough that I was sure she would draw blood, but I didn’t stop. I couldn’t stop. I needed to feel her body trembling and shattering beneath me.
Tension swirled in my core, building more as she grew louder. I could taste her broken cries, and when her arousal started to run over my balls, I wasn’t sure how much longer I’d be able to last. As her eyes rolled into the back of her head, I knew she wasn’t far from the edge herself.
“Come for me. Give me every sweet drop.” I continued to fuck her while she rippled around me. “So. Fucking. Sweet.” I drilled into her to emphasize each word.
She came, flooding the table with her orgasm. It dripped onto our clothes on the floor and left a puddle that I was tempted to leave there. Her pussy clenched around me, squeezing me tighter with each wave, only making me desperate to join her in her release. I sped up, thrusting into her a few more times before I filled her with my release.
As Nellie came down, her entire body blushed beneath the sheen of sweat. I licked the salty, delicious drops from her, feeling her quivering beneath my tongue. “It doesn’t feel like this is real life,” she said, half-gasping and half-giggling.
“What part doesn’t feel real?” I chuckled. I imagined a lot of it didn’t. She sat up, scrunching her nose slightly.
“Any of it. The bakery, this moment.” She put her hands on either side of my face. “You.”
I smirked, taking her hands and folding them between mine. I used them to pull her closer to me, kissing her forehead while she rested against my chest. “Well, I assure you, I’m real.”
Nellie looked up at me, and her honey brown eyes sparkled. “You are,” she said, grinning. “And you’re mine.”
I kissed the top of her head again, inhaling the sweet scent of her hair and licking her sweat from my lips. “I’m all yours, sugar.”