Little Conversations

by Matilde, Sibylla

  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.”

  Chapter 16 – Different

  “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 l
ips 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.

  Chapter 17 – A Beautiful Day

  Devin closely examined the items before her.

  A napkin from prom, the silver scrolling letters on the deep blue background that spoke of remembering forever. Her thumb brushed across the words as she thought of that particular night. A sweet kiss from Jake on the dance floor. The feel of her satiny dress as it swished around her legs. The songs played by the DJ and the flash of his lights. The way Jake had appeared in his tux that night, standing at her front door and holding a corsage that he’d slipped onto her wrist. And then the inevitable fight. There was always a fight.

  She watched her hand hypnotically as it slowly clenched the napkin, drawing it into a little ball. The sensation was freeing, and she continued to squeeze and clench it, savoring the liberation it gave. Then she dropped it into the garbage can by her dresser.

  Then there were the pictures. The first was of her and Jake together. Jake was laughing as he stood with his arm around her. Devin looked… sad. Funny, because whenever she had looked at this picture before, she had thought she exuded more of a sweet, demure air. Now, looking closely at the expression in her eyes? That was definitely sadness. And this oddly made her smile a bit. It empowered her to have this moment of clarity. She breathed a chortle. Why? Why had she held onto something for so long that had made her feel so worthless? She crushed the picture into her palm, dropping it into the garbage can, too. One by one, the rest of the photos followed, as did the ticket stubs, the cards, a receipt.

  Finally, she picked up the necklace. A small heart made of Black Hills gold—leaves and a rosebud in the green and pink shades, typical of the metal’s design. At the time Jake had given it to her, she had been elated. Tears had filled eyes and she had clutched it to her as though he had given her the Hope diamond. It had been her proof that he loved her. Because he loved her, really truly loved her, he had bought this little gold heart to place around her neck. She had worn it every day, just to feel the closeness.

  She looke
d at it now, deliberating on what to do with it. It was pretty, even though, as she stared at it now, she realized that she had read entirely too much into it at the time. It was far from unique. They were sort of a dime a dozen. If you saw one of these, you’d see a million at the little touristy shops along the highways of Montana. She’d even seen similar little bits of jewelry in gas stations around town. Nicer gas stations with little gift shops that catered to vacationers, but, nonetheless… gas stations. Jake had probably picked it up as an afterthought while filling up his truck. He’d actually likely spent more on the gas than the necklace.

  Her fingertips gradually straightened and she watched as the necklace slipped out of her hand into the trash can. She looked at it for a split second, lying on the crumpled remains of what had been her whole life over the past few years.

  And she felt free.

  The heat was excruciating, at least for Montana. The weatherman said it was ninety-six degrees in the shade. Hotter than blazes. It was a perfect day to escape the burning pavement of town. Back in the mountains, in the trees, to the cool water of the reservoir.

  Devin sat between Ronin and Joe as they bumped along the dusty road heading up past the dam. Amy had slipped in with Matt, a real shocker, and was in his Jeep in front of them. Devin could tell by the movement of Amy’s hands that she was talking a mile a minute, and every so often, Matt would look over at her with a huge grin on his face. They had a couple others in the back seat of the Jeep that Devin recognized from get-togethers at Ronin’s, but she didn’t know either very well.