Redemption (The Bet)

by Phal, Francette

  "God...Oh God...Oh..Nghh..." Ellie bit her lip, sure that her teeth drew blood, but she didn't care. Ellie simply did not care. Her Orgasms racked her body, ripping through with such velocity that she was rendered weak. The jolting spasms brought tears to her eyes even as she labored for breath, desperately trying to calm her thundering heart. Descent from orgasmic heights took a while.

  When Nicholas's mouth slanted over hers and took possession of her lips, she tasted herself, salty and faintly sweet and Nicholas's hunger for her. Ellie gave a shuddering sigh, elated and satiated beyond belief.

  "Nicky." She moaned into the air they shared, finally able to open her eyes to meet his dark gaze. "I missed you."

  "I missed you too." Somehow, they both understood that it wasn't just for the last few months. The, I 'miss you' was for the ten-year long separation they'd had to endure. It was for all the loving they'd missed out on, it was for the great and out-of-body sex, they now needed to catch up on-Nicholas was making headway fast.

  "I need to call Gabe and let him know I'm with you."

  Lying beside her, with his finger running lazy circles across Ellie's abdomen, Nicholas smirked. "Some things never change."

  "He worries."

  Nicholas kissed her cheek. "I know, and I'm glad. You call. I need to take a leak." He rose and headed to the bathroom, giving Ellie ample chance to drool over his firm ass.

  ~*~*~*~

  They lay in comforting silence, lazing in post-coital bliss. Naked except for the thin layer of sheet concealing their nudity, neither one dared to move for fear of disturbing this rare moment of serenity.

  “My heart hurts every time I think of what you're capable of.” Ellie confessed to her lover in the stillness of the night, no longer able to keep her fears to herself. “I’m afraid for you, Nicky.”

  Nicholas raised his head from her lap to look at her. "Are you afraid of me, Ellie?" The question sent his heart racing, a sure and heavy rumble that thundered along the bars of Nicholas’s chest. The sadness of her gaze too much for him to bear. He assessed those features, lovely features he could replicate perfectly if he but closed his eyes and focused. He knew of every imperfectly perfect feature. He could catalog the imperceptible beauty marks across the surface of her skin.

  Nicholas could recite in Latin the sheer thrill of kissing the supple beds of those lips and come away drunk off the ambrosial delights of her mouth. Nicholas was an expert in all things Ellie Holbrook. Fluent in making her laugh with joy and moan from pleasure. But in this one instant, in this one moment, he did not know what she would say or how anxiously he waited with bated breath for an answer.

  "I think I should be," she began slowly, a smile dawning in its wake, "but I don't think I ever will. You are very disturbed, Nicholas Grayson, but I don’t think I would have you any other way.” She captured his lips in a sweetly tender kiss. "Just try not to show anyone your Achilles heel."

  "Then maybe I should lock you away." He whispered fervently. He reclaimed her smiling mouth, kissing her with zeal. “You are the glue that holds me together, Ellie. If something were to happen to you, I would cease to exist. You are my salvation…my peace.”

  The intensity of the moment seemed almost palpable, the ardor in his gray gaze too real, scorching and intrusive, licking raw at Ellie’s skin. It left her too vulnerable for words, too enraptured to speak. How could one hope to remain unconvinced in the face of such passion and truth? Especially when it was as though the very idea of your existence seemed paramount in keeping such a man from spiraling out of control? What was one to do? How was one expected to react? Ellie didn’t have a clue. Suspended momentarily between rapture and reverence, none could fault her, her lack of words.

  She reached for him, her hand upon his cheek, feather light. “Words can’t begin to express how much I love you.”

  He leaned into her hand then pressed a tender kiss to her wrist. “Then let’s not talk.”

  His mouth claimed hers and there were no words after that. Simply ravishment.

  ~*~*~*~

  "Get on your hands and knees." The order sent a delicious quiver through Ellie. The iniquitous gleam in Nicholas’s gray eyes a sheer thrill to her otherwise lusty mind. Sorely tempted to see what her punishment would be if she disobeyed, Ellie smirked, she was far too curious as what her lover planned to give into temptation. But one could always hope for a sound punishment, right?

  She did as bidden, her grin, she was sure, was wholly inappropriate, but who could fault her for being so enthused? She wondered if Nicholas would spank her? Really, she shouldn't have felt so depravedly giddy about the idea.

  "Crawl up to the bed, Elle." His whisper sent shivers hurtling down the curve of Ellie’s spine. "Good girl." She received a love tap on the bum upon accomplishing the order. Remaining out of her line of sight, Nicholas dropped the faintest, warmest kiss on the curve of her shoulder, "Now, how much do you trust me, Ellie?"

  "With everything I am." She responded without pause and felt Nicholas’s approving smile on her fevered skin.

  "Good."

  There was darkness, Nicholas’s silk tie obscuring her vision. Sandalwood and a dark spicy scent invaded Ellie’s nostrils and her senses reeled as the aroma drew a moan from her core.

  "Nicky…" God, she needed him.

  "Shhh." His warm wet mouth a whisper inch from Ellie’s ear, his words were a velvet seduction, "hold onto the poster and try not to let go." He caressed a path down Ellie’s arms then reached for her delicate hands and very carefully led her to one of the four large ebony posters that made up the bed frame.

  He was there, the heat of his frame, the caress of his fingers, the inferno of his mouth, it was all Ellie felt. And it was all about feeling. Sensing. Ellie was sensitive to his every movement, his every touch. His tongue was lava hot trailing down her spine, languorous inch by languorous inch, nipping, suckling down each vertebra, licking the skin with sensual care. When he reached the globes of her ass, Ellie’s breath hitched, her fingers gripping onto the poster for dear life. She felt them part and forgot that she was supposed breath. Forgot how to breathe. Was he...? Would he…?

  Then in a blistering moment she felt Nicholas’s tongue on her most secret part and lost her ever loving mind. Her grip on the poster slipped as she groaned, her head lolling forward, she gasped and bit the inner flesh of her cheek to keep herself from screaming. Oh God, but his tongue! It did wicked things. Twirled and plunged and suckled and nipped and prodded and probed and…GOD!

  "Sweet God!" she whispered reverently, unconsciously pushing her hips back, riding the fingers deep inside her and the tongue that fucked her. "Nicky!" She gasped, fearful of coming apart from the sensations Nicholas brought her.

  Her release came fast, cleaving through her core it dripped down her trembling legs. Then, just when she believed pleasure thoroughly sucked from her very pores, the head of Nicholas’s cock replaced nimble fingers and drove with deliberate slowness into her depths. There was no discomfort, no pain, only the sleek thickness of Nicholas’s cock and the resounding rightness of it all when he buried himself to the hilt. He gripped Ellie’s hips, a strong and sure hold, her backside flushed against his pelvis there was no closeness close enough.

  His first thrust provoked a low moan and unsatisfied Nicholas withdrew to the very tip and slammed back into the encompassing heat of Ellie’s sheath, eager, so eager to do it again and again. They fell into rhythm, Ellie happily meeting Nicholas’ slow sensual strokes she arched her back deepening her lover's reach.

  “God, Elle…so fucking hot.” He rasped above her, his laboring breath hot and harsh along her damp skin. His jarring thrusts matched her breathless moans. The walls of her clenched hot and greedy around Nicholas and with one final long deep thrust he too came with a grunt, filling her with his essence.

  Ellie collapsed her quivering thighs no longer able to support her weight. Nicholas followed suit, withdrawing from her, he fell unceremoniously beside her. They lay motionles
s for a long while, incapable of moving liquefied limbs.

  When Nicholas stirred, Ellie moaned in protest and attempted to keep him still. Nicholas softly chuckled and brushed a kiss on her brow. "I'll be right back." he whispered. He returned a while later and gently shook Ellie from her light slumber. "We need a bath." Not to mention the sheets needed a change, but that was to be taken care of once they were clean. "Come on, baby, you can sleep once you're clean." Ellie rose opening bleary eyes to look at him.

  "Carry me...?" she murmured, her voice hoarse from their earlier activities.

  Too happy to oblige, Nicholas effortlessly seized her, cradling her lighter body against him as they disappeared into their bathroom.

  Chapter 29

  "Do you have any idea how sweet whip cream taste against your skin, Ellie?" She was propped up against a bevy pillows with her legs akimbo and nothing but a thin layer of sheet between her and her silver eyed paramour. Ellie sucked in a sharp breath as Nicholas's tongue followed the sluggish descent of white cream; where once coolness reined the encompassing warmth of his mouth swept it away.

  "I can only imagine." She breathed, attempting to stay coherent despite the torture of her lover's tongue.

  Gloriously nude and unabashedly aroused, the dark haired paragon of sinful delight rose to his knees and effortlessly straddled Ellie's hips. With the can of whipped cream in hand and a ripe strawberry in the other, he leaned down and captured Ellie's kiss-bruised mouth. "See," he pulled away and leeringly licked at her lips, "just like heaven." He placed the strawberry between Ellie's parted lips and leaned in for a kiss, his tongue a gentle caress. He tenderly loved Ellie's mouth just as he'd done her body moments earlier and several times since their arrival home hours ago.

  Outside their bedroom window, the sun breached the velvet sky, bringing with it the dawn of a new day, but the lovers cared very little for the breathtaking sight of sunrise, far too immersed in each other to notice much of anything.

  "Oops... look what I did," not the least bit contrite, Nicholas tipped the can and sprayed the contents onto Ellie's nipples watching contentedly while the melting cream trickled down her belly. "I made you all sticky."

  "Maybe you should get a napkin to clean it off."

  "Oh no," taking hold of Ellie's earlobe between his teeth, Nicholas nibbled before speaking, his breath warm and sweet. "I forbid anything other than my tongue from touching you. Besides, sticky girls always get licked clean and you Ellie are a very sticky girl." He suckled down, licking and nibbling sampling and ravishing Ellie's pert nipples as though they were the sweetest caramel creams. He was ravenous, a glutton sampling the delights of a sumptuous meal.

  There wasn't an inch of Ellie's skin that Nicholas hadn't sampled. From the arch of her delicate feet to the top of her dark head, every inch was savored with the utmost care.

  "Nicky," Ellie panted, annoyed at being left wanting, while her fiendish lover pulled away and stared at her.

  "You’re sexy as hell when you're angry, have I ever told you that?" he was being purposely mean, prolonging Ellie's torment for his own pleasure and they both knew it.

  "I swear to god, Nicholas, get your ass back here."

  "God's not listening, baby. He tends to tune off when we're in bed together."

  "Nicky."

  "Don’t move…" with unforeseen agility and strength, Ellie maneuvered her lissome body around Nicholas's and in less than a few seconds she found herself straddling the astonished man, a triumphant smile gracing her face.

  "I'm tired of lying on my back. I can be more than just your pillow princess you know."

  "Can you now?" his pewter gaze gleamed with amusement.

  "Oh yes and if you keep misbehaving I might be tempted to tie you up and spank you."

  With his hands on Ellie's hips, Nicholas pulled her down, "Promises, promises." He uttered just before capturing her lips. "Have I told you how much I loved you today?" He smiled roguishly, tracking lazy circles across her back.

  Ellie smiled against his grinning mouth. "Mmm, yes, ten times when you were inside me. Seven when I was sucking your cock and I think five times when you came." Gently she nibbled on the supple beds and giggled when he tickled her.

  Nicholas chuckled. "What can I say, you are an exceptional talent, and it's only fair that I vocalize my admiration."

  "Your admiration is always welcomed and always bears repetition. I like this…waking up with you, sharing whipped cream kisses." She grinned, the pads of her fingers feathered against Nicholas's face, putting to memory flawless features.

  "I've missed it," Ellie met silver eyes and brushed a kiss on Nicholas's nose. "I've missed you.”

  "I love you, Ellie."

  "I know, you've more than proven how much, now it's my turn."

  Nicholas cupped her face, "you don't have to." He said earnestly.

  Ellie leaned with a kiss. "Not have to, want to." She simply whispered, trailing a path of open-mouthed kisses along Nicholas's alabaster skin, taking time to explore every inch with unbiased care. Under her expertise, Ellie could feel Nicholas's shivers beneath her hands and she inwardly grinned relishing the effect she had on him.

  Her hands roamed over his body and Nicholas's flesh quivered in anticipation, the sweet little kisses Ellie meted out seared a blazing fire in his soul. He ran his fingers through her thick mane and took control of the kiss, pillaging Ellie's mouth with the intensity that stole their breaths away. Without breaking their kiss, Ellie blindingly reached between them and took hold of Nicholas's cock. Nicholas's hips bucked at the feel of her vise-like grip, her thumb skated over the slick head and Nicholas groaned even while he battled the urge to come.

  "Nicky," Ellie called her voice low and beguiling, "look at me," the fire in her hazel eyes nearly undid him.

  "Ellie..." he panted, setting his hands at her waist, gently guiding her down until the blunt tip of his cock kissed her hot wet cunt. "Ellie... fuck." He moaned as her encompassing warmth swallowed every inch of him. It took all of Nicholas strength not to propel his hips upwards, choosing instead to relinquish control to her. He gave Ellie power to set their rhythm. Staring up at her, the look extolled across her flushed features caused Nicholas's cock to twitch involuntarily and he smirked at the moan it induced.

  "What're you doing?" He asked, amused by her actions.

  Ellie interlaced their fingers and brought the back of Nicholas's hand to her lips. "I'm savoring the feeling of having you inside me." She replied candidly, with smoldering hazel eyes. She leaned forward, bracing her free hand on his chest. "I can feel every inch of you," She moaned. "You're pulsating."

  With his left hand anchored on her hip, Nicholas unconsciously dug his fingers into the supple flesh as he felt the constriction around his cock. "Elle, I'm going to come." he whispered huskily, his hand in Ellie's grasp tightening.

  "No," Ellie breathed, meeting Nicholas's gaze, "Not yet,"

  Torture. Blissful torture was all he felt. "Elle…"

  "Touch me, Nicky." She gasped at the feel of his hot mouth on her breasts, teeth expertly biting down until pain and pleasure melted down Ellie's spine. Slowly she began to move, lifting herself just slightly and gliding back down, with the same languid ease. "Harder, Nicky." she breathlessly ordered, increasing her pace until her thighs quivered against Nicholas's sides. Ellie opened her mouth, eliciting gasps and breathless whimpers. A fire, hot and blazing unfurled in the pit of her stomach, branching out to ignite every cell in her body, forming a fine sheen of sweat on her glowing skin. "Nicky." Ellie could feel her orgasm building, it began from her pulsating pussy, holding tight to Nicholas's cock and snaked through her being. Waiting. Anxiously waiting.

  Effortlessly Nicholas matched Ellie's frenzied pace, rising and falling along with her, holding tight to her hand as they both teetered on the brink of ecstasy, unwilling to fall in the abyss just yet.

  "Nicky."

  "Ellie."

  They simultaneously called, gaze intently locked on the
other, they finally fell.

  ~*~*~*~

  Nicholas leaned his head back against the shower glass door while his hands dove and fisted through Ellie's wet curls. He peered down, the image that greeted him only served to harden his cock further. Mesmerized, he watched as Ellie smoothly took him in, her coral red lips wrapped around every inch, readily consuming him. Before he could come, he brusquely jerked her up, spun her around and buried himself in the welcoming heat.

  Nicholas pinioned Ellie's body to the shower door, pressed her hands against the foggy glass and rammed his hips forward, the action causing Ellie to throw her head back, exposing her neck to Nicholas's ravenous mouth. "You like that?"

  "Hmm. Very much...harder."

  Nicholas readily complied, stepping inches back he placed his hands on Ellie's hips, pulling her ass impossibly close, driving his cock infinitely deeper, he slowly withdrew and drove forward with strength, slamming back into with relish.

  "Oh God," Ellie closed her eyes, sure that the stars she saw would disappear. She didn't want to feel her orgasm yet and it seemed Nicholas wasn't giving her any choice as his jarring thrusts pushed her further off the edge, rendering Ellie incapable of any logical thought. The only sounds escaping her mouth were soft moans and throaty whimpers that only served to spur Nicholas on, his thrusts becoming erratic, his grip almost brutal on Ellie hips. But Ellie didn't care; the pain was insubstantial compared to the ecstasy sweeping though her body.

  Nicholas's release preceded her own, his seed dousing the flames at her core. They stayed connected for a few moments more, basking in post-coital euphoria, the powerful jets hammering down on their bodies.

  "I love makeup sex." Ellie croaked.

  "We have a lot of years to make up, Darling." Nicholas kissed the side of her neck with a leering smile. "Ten years. That means almost every day in bed and hours upon hours of hot, steamy sex, for the next few months."