Ronan's manner was rarely gentle except when we were together. I'd seen the way he acted around his brothers from the Druids and "gentle" was about as far from that as you can get. In his life, the chance for a little tenderness must have been sorely lacking and I was glad to give him an outlet for it. I knew that he had been with plenty of woman before me, but I had to imagine that I was giving him something they'd never been able to give. I was letting him show a side of himself that was softer without losing the edge - the fire - that made him who he was.
He pulled aside the neck of my robe and kissed along my shoulder. My whole body shivered at the feeling of his soft lips against my skin. The chill that lingered in my bones from the long, wet ride was quickly vanishing under his attentions. I gave myself over to him and shrugged out of the robe, which fell to my waist, revealing me to him. I had no desire to play hard to get with Ronan. He knew that I was already his, and I wasn't going to stand in the way. I wanted him to see me and to touch me. Giving myself to him was so powerful because, I knew, he gave himself just as fully to me in return.
He pushed his hand against my breast and kissed along my collarbone. I threw my head back and let him in. He danced his lips along my chest while his warm, powerful hands brushed against my breasts. I could feel the incredible effect his touch had on my nipples immediately, and he could see it as well. He bent down further and took one nipple into his mouth, nibbling at it and sucking briefly. I let out a soft moan, knowing it would be the first of many pleasures I would feel that evening. His warm lips were pure magic on my most delicate parts, and he knew just how to make me squirm. Ronan seemed to have boundless energy for making me feel just right. I never had to worry about him taking his pleasure from me and leaving me wanting - it was never over until he knew I'd gotten everything I desired.
At that moment, there was nothing I desired more than to get my hands on his body as he had his on mine. I slipped my fingers beneath his robe and pulled it away from him. His muscles were hard and soft all at once, and I could feel the way they tensed up beneath my touch as I ran my fingers across them. I traced the letters across his chest with one finger as I had done so many times before. When he couldn't take it anymore, he pushed himself forward and my hands went around his back as he kissed me full on the lips once again.
We tumbled against the sofa with him on top of me, alternately kissing and grinning at me. In our new position, I could feel just how excited he was at the prospect of another fun night on my grandmother's sofa. Against my thigh I could feel the thickness of his member pressing through the cloth of our robes. I wanted to stretch our time together here out as long as I could and I kept my hands moving across his back as he pushed himself against me.
Our bodies seemed to fit together perfectly, just as they always did. Every curve and contour of my body was perfectly complemented by his hard muscles and soft kisses. He slipped his hands down along my back and I lifted myself slightly off the sofa so he could get hold of my robe, which he ungracefully yanked out from beneath me and dropped onto the floor. His hands went to my ass, pulling himself towards me. I knew that Ronan loved every part of me, but I couldn't help but feel that he had a particular affection for my rear. He loved to pull me close by it and I was more than happy to let him. All of the attention he paid to the parts of me that were most feminine seemed to perfectly echo the way our bodies complemented one another. His powerful fingers traced across my hips and I shivered with anticipation.
He sat upright for just a moment, untying his robe and casting it aside just as he had done to mine. He was kneeling before me now on the sofa, were I was sprawled out on my back. My eyes searched down his body from his fierce blue eyes to the tattoo on his chest, across his tight abs and finally to the massive cock that hung so powerfully between his legs. It jutted out at me like a spur of rock, daring me to resist it. I had no such desire with me though, and I reached out for it instead, hungry to fill the smooth skin and the remarkable hardness that lurked beneath it.
I stroked his cock towards me and he remained kneeling, unmoving. He smiled at me, closing his eyes and enjoying the way my hands slid along his shaft. With every passing moment he seemed to grow harder and thicker beneath my fingers. My tugs and caresses became more forceful and he couldn't resist any longer. He leaned down and put one hand beside me on the sofa and the other held him aloft for the moment. I took hold of his manhood and guided him towards the wetness between my legs. The moment just before he entered me was always hanging full of promise and power. I spread my legs wide, desperate to feel the way he would fill me up and how he would show me how much he wanted me.
I rubbed the head of his cock against me for just a moment, soaking the head of it in the juices that were already flowing from me. I couldn't wait a second longer and pulled him closer. He obliged and pushed his hips forward, his cock slipping between my lips and into me. I released him from my grasp and let out a loud moan as I felt him push inside me for the first time that night. It had been less than a day, but I was hungry for the powerful feelings of lust that he could produce in me with little effort of his own. Of course, when he chose to make a stronger effort, the effects were nothing short of incredible. As he smiled down at me and I saw the twinkle in his blue eyes, I knew that tonight would be one of those nights.
He began to thrust himself inside of me with slow, full strokes, letting me get used to the thickness of him once again. It always took a minute before I was fully comfortable with the girth of his remarkable manhood. He knew that and started slow, letting the strength within his body rest for a time before exerting itself more fully. I wrapped my legs around his and urged myself forward, lifting my ass off the sofa to meet his thrust. Our bodies pressed together and I could feel the way my hardened nipples brushed against his broad chest, exciting me even further.
He began to pick up speed, pushing into me again and again. With every thrust, I was even more his than I was before. I felt the way his cock stretched me and penetrated me and I wanted him to continue forever, filling me with pleasure in a way that I'd never known before I met him. Ronan had more going for him than just his stunning physique and his impressive manhood. He had shown me skill in sexual matters that I'd scarcely believe possible before we were together. The way he moved his body against mine pulled and tugged at me in just the right ways. He was able to communicate his own desperate longing for my embrace more aptly with his movements than any great poet of Ireland could with words. As much as the man who'd decorated my leg just a short while before, Ronan was an artist. Tonight I was both his muse and his canvas, allowing myself to be moved and formed just as he needed so that he could capture the greatest pleasure from my body.
Already I could feel the incredible pleasure building within me. I didn't resist it for a moment, instead letting myself be consumed by the lustful feelings and desire to be taken by him. I concentrated on the pressure of his body against mine and the thoughts of how his rigid cock was pushing repeatedly inside me. I thought of the animal lust that was possessing him. I thought of these things and I screamed out his name.
"Oh god, Ronan! Oh fuck! I'm gonna - oh fuck - oh god I'm coming so hard! Ahhh!"
I pushed myself against him, gripping his legs with my own. I constricted tightly around his cock as the pleasure overwhelmed me. When I tightened around his shaft, I could feel every inch of him penetrating me deeply. He groaned softly and breathed hard into my neck.
"Oh god I want you to come so bad," I told him loudly. "Fuck me hard, I want to feel your huge cock inside me. Come in me, I want to feel it!"
He stared into my eyes, his hips pounding against me and his cock pushing deep into me. His lips were slightly open and I could hear how hard he was breathing. He whispered my name softly over and over as he stared intently at me. I opened myself further to him and squeezed myself tight around his cock. He groaned more loudly and his pace became erratic, losing all sense of rhythm. In its place was only the fierce animal lust that propelled him
forward. Our bodies felt as one as he came. His manhood exploded deep inside me, and I felt the warm rush of him filling me up. His thrusts continued for long moments afterward, as if he was unable to take even a moment away from the powerful lust that had brought him to this point. We both moaned and I screamed with pleasure. The transition to softer movement and slower, quieter breathing was so subtle that I didn't even notice it happening.
He laid atop me, still inside of me, and kissed at my neck once again. The softness in him was returned, after having vanished during the primal lovemaking. His powerful hands were once again the source of soft caresses and smooth movements. Being with Ronan was like listening to complex music. There were always those loud, exciting moments, but you were carried between them by soft, sweeping gestures. Without either, the other was meaningless. Together, they produced music that had enchanted me completely.
We laid together for a while before the discomfort of the old sofa began to get to us. I pushed Ronan off of me with a laugh and a smile and he cheerfully hit the floor with a loud thud. I rolled over to look down at him, still amazed at my good fortune at finding myself with a man like this. He was so rugged and sometimes morose, but I felt like the way I could break through that rough exterior proved that we were meant for one another. He raised his hand up to me as though he were escorting me across a puddle with his coat thrown charitably over it to keep my feet dry.
"Will m'lady join me on the floor?" he asked with a wide grin.
I laughed again and slapped his hand away, before standing and giving him a haughty look and another small giggle. I gave him a little shake of my rear end before I headed to the bathroom, leaving him there to watch me from the carpet. I turned on the shower and looked myself over in the mirror while I waited for the old pipes to do their magic. Though I looked the same as I had back in Baltimore, I still felt like I was looking at a different person. I was so far from where I started that it was hard to recognize the common threads between my old life and my new life. Back home I'd had trouble finding a date who could keep my attention for more than a minute. Now I was here with Ronan, and my attention hardly seemed to waver from him.
My resolve to not sell my grandmother's house was born partly from wanting to keep myself grounded, but I have to admit that part of what was keeping me from selling it was simply not having the time to deal with the bank, the realtor and all the other things that go into that process. Every day I woke up and thought about what I wanted to do with my day, and inevitably the answer was that I wanted to spend it riding around Dublin, drinking at the pub or just casually sitting around the clubhouse listening to the stories of my new adopted family. Talking business just seemed like something the old Cat would have done. The new Cat had more important concerns - like living life to the fullest.
I hopped in the shower, eager to clean myself up after a night of soaking rain and a flurry of lovemaking with Ronan. I'd only gotten a couple minutes beneath the hot water to myself before the man of my life joined me. He pulled aside the shower curtain just slightly and I had to wipe the shampoo from my eyes to see him smile at me.
"Room for one more in there?" he asked.
"Gee, I'm not sure, it's a very small shower," I told him teasingly.
"Well, we'll just have to make do, I suppose," he said before he pushed has way in. He wasted no time and got his hands on me immediately. The way he had of touching my body was different from any man I'd ever known. When he looked at me, it seemed like he was trying to memorize every curve. It reminded me of the way he rode his bike. He was constantly scanning the road, preparing himself for whatever was ahead with only seconds to make decisions about which way to turn. He touched me with that same attention to detail and quick thinking. I never knew where his hands would go next, but I knew that I would love the results.
We somehow managed to get around to actually cleaning ourselves, and then stepped out into the chilly bathroom. He'd brought our bathrobes in from the living room and I quickly slipped into mine to hold in as much of my post-shower warmth as possible. It had been a long, exhausting day, even if the results had been wholly positive. I walked towards the bedroom with Ronan following behind me.
I slipped off my robe and got quickly under the thick, warm quilts that my large bed was covered with. This room, like all the others, was at a great contrast to the life of motorcycles and cheap beer that I lived for most of the hours of my day. In here there was only warmth, comfort and nostalgia. Ronan got into bed beside me and I barely had time to snuggle up against him before sleep began to take me. I could tell he was tired as well, and without a word between us, we fell into a deep slumber in one another's arms.
The next morning I woke up to find Ronan was already awake and getting dressed. I glanced at the clock on the nightstand and saw that it was only a few minutes after sunrise. I dropped my head back to the pillow and groaned at Ronan.
"What's got you up so early?" I asked him, slurring my words as I spoke.
"Some boys from up north are coming in today," he said, "I need to run a small errand, then I'll be back to pick you up and we can head to the clubhouse together, alright?"
"Sure, okay," I responded, not really listening to more words than "pick you up later".
Ronan came over to the side of the bed and planted a tender kiss on my cheek.
"Sleep well, my sweet, I'll be back soon," he said sweetly. It still astounds me that the gentleness in his voice could ever be hidden. When he let it out, I felt like he was singing me a ballad with every second. There was music in his voice, but he saved it all for me.
I fell back into sleep before he'd even left the room. My dreams were of the first night we spent together. I suppose I'll be dreaming of that meadow soaked with morning dew for the rest of my life. The words "picturesque" and "perfect" hardly do justice to the feelings I have for the morning we had together beneath that tree and for the ways in which my life changed forever after.
I woke up to the sound of Ronan entering the room. He was rushing around between my dressers, opening and closing drawers.
"What's going on?" I asked him, sitting up suddenly.
"It's late! You've got to get dressed and we've got to get to the clubhouse. Terry and his boys will be there any minute!"
I jumped out of bed and tried to put my clothes on as quickly as possible. That ended up taking more time than if I'd spent the time to make sure everything wasn't inside out before hand and I could tell that Ronan was getting impatient. I was glad that he'd stopped back at the house to get me because he was in such a hurry, but I hated to disappoint him like this. I looked at the clock and saw that it was almost noon - I couldn't believe I'd slept as long as I had.
When I had something resembling a coherent outfit on, I grabbed my purse and we were running out the door. His bike was parked outside the house as expected and we jumped on quickly. No sooner had I put my arms around his body than we were flying down the street at top speed. The engine roared and here and there I could see people covering their ears as we passed by. I didn't know anything about the visitors from the north, having just heard about them that morning, but whoever they were, Ronan thought they were important enough to break virtually every motorcycle traffic law on the books as we went.
I was becoming very familiar with the old road that led to the Druids clubhouse. It seemed like some days I was making the journey two or three times a day, always on the back of Ronan's bike. At first I felt bad that he was shuttling me back and forth from home all the time, but I came to realize that he loved having me there. Whenever I clutched him close to me while we rode, I could feel the way his body relaxed rather than tensed up. It was as though he was more comfortable knowing that I was there behind him than he would be if I was off somewhere on my own.
We approached the familiar clubhouse and from the outside it appeared just the same as always - a large farmhouse with many motorcycles parked outside. As we got closer though, I noticed the difference. There were eight Druids i
n the Dublin chapter, each of them with his own bike. Today, however, there were more than a dozen parked outside, as well as a couple of fancy cars that I didn't recognize. Whoever "Terry and his boys" were, they'd come in force. I suddenly became uneasy at the whole situation. Clearly Ronan was now late for some kind of meeting because he had to pick me up at home. I prayed that he wouldn't hold it against me. I couldn't bear the thought of some trouble with the club cropping up because of his commitment to our relationship. Every day I worried over whether I was the woman he really wanted in his life, and this was just the sort of thing that set the butterflies in my stomach churning away.
Ronan parked his bike at the end of the line and I hopped off.
"Sorry you're late. Who are these guys?" I asked him.
He shook his head. "It's alright, Cat," he said, "Some things can't be helped. They're Druids, but from Belfast."
I knew there were other chapters of the club across Ireland, but aside from the occasional solo visitor passing through town, I had yet to meet many. Ronan wasn't saying it, but I could tell that this meeting was important. I wondered if perhaps this Terry person was somehow his boss. I knew surprisingly little of the organization of the club and its chapters. I had already learned that Ronan's father had formed the club in the first place, but he rarely spoke about how things were set up now.
I checked myself over briefly in one of the mirrors of Ronan's bike. He had already started towards the front door and I had to hurry to catch up to him. Even before the door opened, I could hear loud shouting - mostly of a friendly sort, I thought - coming from inside. When we stepped into the clubhouse I saw why - it was packed to the rafters with bikers, old ladies and hangers-on. There were so many people seated around the room and at the bar that nobody seemed to notice us enter.
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