Little Conversations (16 page)

Ronin covered her hypersensitive body with his own, the
weight of his torso pressing against her hips as his lips finally closed on her
nipple.  Devin let out a piercing cry of relief, and her nails cut into his
skin.  His tongue massaged the hardened tip, and she felt a shock of fire
course through her body.  His hand worked her other breast, teasing and
cupping, until his lips trailed across the valley between to suck that nipple
into his mouth as well. 

Her body bowed towards him, aching for fulfillment, and his
lips were forced away from the buds of her nipples as he rose up to kneel on
the bed.  His gaze swept across her palpably.  The fire in his eyes made her
feel so beautiful as she writhed beneath him, the glistening tips of her
breasts catching the faint light that filtered through the window.  His thumbs
brushed across them, and a tremor ripped through her.  He slid his fingertips slowly
down each bone of her ribs until they found the waistline of her panties. 
Hooking a thumb in at each side of her hips, he began to slide the silky fabric
off her slowly, gradually pulling the scrap of material down her legs. 

Devin raised her hips and then felt the ghostly touch of
silk and lace leaving her body followed by his fingers and lips.  Down her
legs, over her ankles.  She yearned to feel the press of his naked skin against
her, every inch of him, and a feverish passion ripped through her. 

Finally, Ronin began to kiss and nip his way slowly back up
her body, pausing to trace the line of her hip bones.  Devin could barely
breathe as he wrenched another cry from deep in her throat when his lips leisurely
trailed back up between her breasts, along the column of her neck, the line of
her jaw, and back to her lips. 

Devin wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him zealously,
with every ounce of desire she’d ever had.  Her legs encircled his hips and she
pressed against him, feeling the coarse denim of the opened jeans he still
wore.  The friction of the heavy denim against the smooth skin between her
thighs exacerbated her need, and she pressed more firmly against him, feeling
his growing erection pushing on her almost painfully through the coarse fabric
of his jeans.  Devin moaned loudly into his mouth, pulling away slightly to
plead with him between shuddering breaths. 

But Ronin would not be rushed.  His right hand reached up to
cup her cheek and his tongue swept through her mouth, tangling with hers.  He
put the full weight of his hips on her, pushing her into the soft mattress,
cradling her beneath him as his lips sensuously played with hers for a tortuous
amount of time.  Devin felt like she was going to burst into flames.  Her hands
pushed frantically at the waist of his jeans, desperately trying to rid him of
the barrier that was keeping their skin apart. 

“God, Ronin!  Take off these fucking jeans!” she whispered
in frustration. 

“My, oh my,” he smiled against her neck.  “You do get to be
quite the bossy little thing, don’t you?”  

His sexy, teasing words caused a painful throb to pulse
through her.  Devin tried to scoot down the bed underneath him to push the
denim down over his hips, but he grabbed her hands, holding them high over her
head.  He pulled his head back and shook his head with a teasing glint in his
eyes. 

“Uh uh uh,” he murmured.  “We’re gonna do this my way.   This
time, I’m gonna fuck you slowly.  I want to make this last.”  He kissed her forcefully
on the lips.

His lips again trailed down her body, stopping at her
breasts and teasing her nipples until they were excruciatingly tight.  His
right hand slipped down towards the growing wetness between her thighs,
stroking everywhere except the tenderness of her swollen, needy flesh. 

“Please,” she whispered.

“Oh, sweetheart,” he seductively breathed against her skin
as his fingers toyed with the drenched, slippery skin just around her sex.  “You
want me in there so badly, don’t you?”

She could only sob incoherently in response.  Just when
Devin thought she would actually die of the shaking thrill that consumed her, he
slid two heavy fingers inside her.  They both gasped loudly as Devin’s body
clenched against him in ecstasy, and her eyes again slammed shut.  He began to
rub along her inner channel, stroking that oh-so delicate spot that she hadn’t
even known existed. 

“Oh, baby, you are so soft inside, so hot and tight and
soaking wet.”  His lips caressed the underside of her breast as he worked his
way down.  Across the smooth skin of her stomach, he traveled down to her pussy.
 “Wet from my cum inside you,” he murmured hotly against her damp, soft curls.  “I
want so badly to taste you, to savor the taste of our two bodies combined.”

Devin felt his breath move lower and deeper, across her clit. 
She very nearly shattered at the first touch of his tongue, flat against her aching
cleft and up over her bud, a firm pressure finished off by a powerful suckle. 

“Fuck, honey.  You taste so good. 
We
taste so good
together,” he whispered, his breath brushing her sensitive slit as he went in
for more.  He breached her wet depths with his tongue as he swept it deeply
inside her.  Each heavy lick shook her clear through to her soul.  Her hands
grasped his shortly-cropped hair, urging him deeper.  Harder.  Faster.

His lips moved up slightly to tease her clit, suckling and
lapping, and his fingers again slipped inside her, tickling that hidden spot once
more.  Devin was mindless, cursing and praising him in a single breath.  And
then, she floated on the edge of bliss for a split second until he pushed her
over, spilling a flood of wet sweetness against his lips as she shook violently
beneath him. 

Quickly, Ronin moved back up, capturing her lips, sharing
their tastes with her.  In spite of the shocks reverberating through her body,
the evocative essence awakened a renewed carnality in her.  She licked his
lips, delved deeply into his mouth, and tried to steal every drop of the sweetness
of her release mixed with the saltiness of his. 

Ronin finally shed his jeans and flipped onto his back,
pulling her on top of him with a sudden movement, her legs straddling his hips
and her torso flush against his chest.  He lifted her hips slightly and roughly
pushed her down onto him, causing her to scream with rapturous delight.  His
right hand moved to the back of her neck, pulling her face down and guiding her
open lips to his once again.   He thrust his tongue into her mouth as his left
hand gripped her hip and began to guide her into a rhythm, jerking at the end
of each thrust as he fought off his own heaven. 

“My God, Devin,” Ronin ground out in a hoarse breath.  “You
make me feel everything!”  Devin rose above him and slammed down onto him
forcefully, slapping their skin together, gasping and whimpering and sobbing
all at once. 

Ronin rolled again, pushing her to her back, and his hands held
her hips forcefully steady as he slammed into her.  “Fuck, I can feel you
trembling so deep inside,” he breathed.  With a loud shout, he buried himself
inside her one more time before he lost it, and Devin felt the tide of his ecstasy
wash deeply inside her. 

Ronin enclosed her in his arms, supporting most of his body
weight with his elbows.  Her hips cradled him, and she could still feel him
deep inside her as she floated back to consciousness. 

“So much for slowly…” Ronin murmured against her ear,
causing Devin to giggle breathlessly.  “Good Christ, I have no control with
you.”

“This is a little different from the last time we were
here,” Devin murmured sleepily as Ronin’s hands soothed the warm water over her
shoulders.

Ronin looked regretfully sheepish, pulling her close to
him.  She laid her head on his chest and melted into him as the shower spray
beat down on them.  Reaching behind her for the soap, he worked up a lather and
began to wash away the bitterness that had occurred before in this very room. 
Ronin’s hands lightly massaged her back, her arms, her hips, her backside,
leaning over her slightly to absorb her into himself.  Her fingers skimmed his
strong back, caressing his smooth wet skin and moving down to tighten the
pressure of his body leaning against hers.  His hands moved to her front,
smoothing the suds across the sensitive skin of her abdomen while sliding up to
massage her breasts.  This elicited a throaty moan from Devin.  Ronin’s cock quivered
against her at the sound.  His hands slid up her neck to cup her jaw as his
lips brushed against her cheekbones, her temples, her eyelids, and finally her
lips.

Devin’s body was so sore, so delightfully used, she could
barely stand.  Without Ronin’s support, her boneless body would flow with the
water right down the drain.  Her eyes could barely stay open as she fought her
exhaustion, wanting so badly to watch his large hands caressing her pale skin. 
He pulled her hands up to his shoulders. 

“Put your arms around my neck, baby.”  She did, and his
strong arms wrapped around her tightly.  They stood like that for what seemed
like forever, practically sleeping while standing up, until the water began to
grow cold. 

“You need to stand up on your own for a minute, honey,” Ronin
whispered, and she leaned against the tub surround while he reached over to
shut off the water.  He grabbed a large towel from the cabinet, wrapping it
around her shoulders, then grabbed another and briskly dried himself off. 
Turning back to her, he guided her from the tub, and rubbed the edges of her towel
through her hair to soak up the excess water.  Her eyes mostly remained closed,
opening slightly from time to time to gaze at his intent expression.  He would
catch her looking at him and softly kiss her lips with a gentle smile, then go
back to toweling her off.  Once she was mostly dry, he lifted her in his arms
and carried her back to his bed.

Pulling back the sheets with the hand supporting her legs,
he gently laid her on the bed and climbed in beside her. 

“Ronin,” she breathed as her eyes drifted closed. 

“Shhhh, go to sleep now, baby,” he interrupted with a
whisper.  “Don’t try to think about this now.”

She melted into the warmth of his body pressed against her
shower-fresh skin, the soapy smell hitting her senses as she pressed her face
into the light sprinkling of hair on his chest.  With the softness of his
flannel sheets, the heaviness of his down quilt, and his solid arms holding her
tightly, Devin could do nothing else but fall into an exhausted and sated
slumber.

Devin awoke to the light brush of fingertips on her shoulder,
rhythmically stroking down her arm.  She could feel the heat of Ronin’s body
pressed up against her back, could feel the his breath slightly warming her
hair.  The fingers left her arm to brush the hair back from her neck, and warm
firm lips kissed her gently at the tender spot behind her ear.  She felt his
lips draw away, and her eyes drifted open slowly.  It was still dark for the
most part, stars still glittering through the window at the head of Ronin’s
bed.  She turned her head slightly.  Through the window on the other wall, off
to the east, the faintest pink glow of dawn was starting to creep over the
mountains.  The calm of the moment was beautiful, and she twisted onto her back
to see the beautiful man beside her. 

She could feel his tender gaze as much as the touch of his
hand which had reached down to stroke the skin on her stomach.  Devin raised
her hand, brushing against the stubble of his cheek, tracing the dark angle of
his eyebrow, ghosting across his lips.  His head slowly lowered, and he kissed
her with a sweet and gentle possession that made her tremble.  His lips
explored hers firmly, deeply.  Her hand slipped to the curve of his neck. 
Ronin’s kiss eased her from the last vestiges of sleep, and her awareness
brought a fathomless and holy elation.  Her hands worshipped his sinewy
shoulders and his strong neck, his shortly cropped hair.  They slipped down his
body, around his chest as they explored the solid muscles of his back.  Devin
pulled at him, urging him more fully atop her.  Her legs parted as Ronin’s elbows
supported the bulk of his weight, simultaneously cradling her below him,
sheltering her in his strong arms.  His lips continued to gently explore her
breathless features, dancing across her lids when the increasing pressure of
his hips coaxed her eyes to close. 

“Please…” she whispered and her hips tilted up towards him,
seeking his heat and hardness.  He slipped smoothly inside her, and she gasped
with the shock of the tender sensitivity as he filled her.  Slowly, he rocked
against her, as if to the rhythm of a sweet, soft song that washed her mind of
all the fear and guilt she had felt before the night.  His strength, his
passion, his reverence… it all cured her brokenness and brought a sense of fulfillment
to her.  She looked up at him as he held himself above her, and Ronin’s eyes
drifted closed when the ache started to become unbearably intense.  He buried
his face into her neck, deeply inhaling the warm, damp scent of her hair as he
continued to gently and rhythmically move. 

They were lost in the sensation, the world ceased to exist. 
Devin’s lips caressed his powerful shoulder.  She began to moan faintly, biting
into his skin as the sweet pressure began to build.  Ronin swelled inside her,
and her inner muscles gripped him tightly, causing him to tremble and groan as
he fought release. 

“Dev,” Ronin murmured against her ear.  “Oh Jesus, Dev…  Oh babe…”
 

She clutched him tighter against her, and suddenly, her
whole body contracted and shuddered in release.  Ronin pushed her onward for
another minute, drawing out her orgasm until the last possible moment when his
will collapsed and he spilled himself inside her. 

Ronin laid his head on the soft swell of her breast while
their breathing returned to normal.  His arms still trembled as he clenched her
tightly.  This vulnerability brought tears to her eyes, and Devin softly kissed
the top of his head as her hands ran along the smooth skin of his shoulders and
upper back.  They simply lay there in the growing morning light as the pink
horizon began to spread across the Montana sky.  Out of the eastern-facing
window, the stars faded as the darkness seeped away.  The scant clouds became fiery,
glowing with rich golds and reds. 

Ronin raised his head and moved up a bit.  He looked down at
her beneath him and kissed her oh-so-sweetly before rolling to his side.  He
gently wrapped his arms tightly around her, keeping her close against him.  One
large hand smoothed the hair back from her face and followed its silky path
down her back. 

No words were spoken.  Not even a whisper of what was
happening deep inside.  Only the sounds of breathing and hearts beating could
be heard.  Once again their eyes drifted shut and their breathing slowed into
sleep, their bodies wrapped up in the love that neither of them dared to voice.