With time, and patience, we’d found each other again.
It’s hard to believe, even lying there on the soft-quilted bed, that this is really happening. It feels like the kind of fever dream I might have had in the hospital, Niall’s hands caressing me with a reverence that I’d hoped beyond hope I might feel again. I kiss him until neither of us can bear it any longer, my hand sliding between us to stroke the thick length of his cock as his hand moves between my thighs, finding my clit and the quick, steady rhythm that he knows I like.
We stay like that, pressed together, my leg hooked over his as we kiss and touch each other, no longer in any hurry. Every time before, it’s felt as if we were running out, as if we had to snatch and grasp for as much of each other as we could get before it was all over. But now I can see years stretching out in front of us, years belonging to us and no one else, all the fears I’ve ever had fading into the distance and turning to dust.
I lose track of how many times we kiss, how long we stay touching each other, until my body tightens under the steady caress of Niall’s fingers and I arch hard against him, shuddering as a slow, languorous orgasm takes over me, the pleasure rippling through me down to my bones.
He rolls me onto my back then, making his way down my body with kisses and caresses, sweeping his hands over my waist and hips and thighs as he spreads them apart, nestling between them as he strokes his tongue over my sensitive, still-throbbing pussy, making me cry out. My legs spread wide, my body arching up with a jerk, and he holds me there, his tongue pushing inside of me as I clench and moan again, rocking against his hungry mouth.
“God, you taste like heaven, lass,” Niall growls against my drenched flesh, his tongue sliding upwards as his fingers slip inside of me. I clutch the blanket, squirming under the pleasurable onslaught of his tongue, feeling as if it’s driving me mad. I gasp and cry out again and again as he thrusts his fingers, curling them as his tongue and lips find my clit, sucking it into his mouth as I writhe against him. It feels so fucking good, and I reach down with one hand, threading my fingers through his hair as he licks and sucks his way to a second climax that leaves me moaning his name, the sound rising to a high-pitched shriek as he pushes his fingers deep inside of me, still sucking on my clit.
“You drive me crazy with how much I want you,” Niall murmurs, moving up my body with his lips glistening from my arousal. “Every second of every day, lass. More than anyone else in the world.”
He kisses me, the tang of my desire on his mouth, and I don’t care. I bury my hands in his hair as he moves between my thighs, holding him to me as he deepens the kiss, his cockhead nestling against my folds as he nudges my thighs wider, and thrusts.
“Oh god, Niall—” I moan as he fills me in one hard stroke, burying himself to the hilt as I arch hard against him, my breasts pressed against his chest. I move with him, meeting his every thrust, our skin hot and slick. He threads his fingers through mine, raising my hands above my head as he drives into me, groaning with pleasure as we meet each other again and again.
“Don’t stop,” I plead, looking up at him wide-eyed, pleasure shivering through my every nerve. “Don’t ever stop.”
“Don’t worry lass,” he growls, just before he kisses me again. “I won’t.”
It seems to go on for a long time like that, hot and slow, but still somehow more passionate than anything we’ve done before. I savor each moment of his hard, muscled body pressed against mine, his hands clutching mine, feeling safe and secure entirely in what we have for the first time. I have no fear of losing him any longer, and that enables me to let go completely, giving myself over entirely to the pleasure of his body pressed against me, filling me up, inside of me, in a way that I haven’t since our first nights together.
“I’m going to come—” I gasp the words, feeling the slow tightening through every inch of my body, the ripples of it starting to dance over my skin, and I know I’m very close to tipping over the edge.
“Aye, come for me, lass,” Niall groans against my lips. “Come with me, my love—”
Something about the endearment, words he’s never said before—and especially not like this—breaks that last thread holding me back in an instant. I clutch my hands around his, locking my legs around his hips, crying out with pleasure as he thrusts into me hard and I spasm around him, feeling his hot cum fill me in bursts that only add to the blissful sensations washing over me. I hold onto him as he holds onto me, and we come apart together, pressed so tightly against one another that it feels as if we’re sinking into each other’s skin.
When we collapse atop the bed next to each other, panting and trying to catch our breath, Niall still has his hand entwined with mine. He holds my left hand up to the light streaming through the bedroom window, seeing the diamond there sparkle, and turns to grin wolfishly at me.
“Took you by surprise, aye, lass?”
“You did.” I roll onto my side, facing him, reaching up to run my fingers through his thick dark hair. “You’re sure this is what you want? Always?”
“Always and forever, lass.” Niall pulls me close again, his damp softening cock nestling against my thigh as he kisses me. “You’ve made me a different man, bit by bit, since the day I met you, Isabella. It frightened me at first. I’ve always been so sure of who I am, my place in this world. I’d made up my mind it was going to be a certain way for me. Even before, with her—” he pauses, as if he wants to make sure not to say her name, not aloud here in our bed, where we made love in this house for the first time. “I offered her things out of desperation to keep her, not because it’s what I truly wanted with her. Marriage, children, a slower life—none of that was in my future then. I didn’t want it, but I was willing to do it anyway, if it kept her. But with you—”
He brings my left hand to his mouth, kissing it lightly. “With you, lass, I tried to run so hard from it, but it caught up to me anyway. And I had to admit at last that no matter how much I tried to place blame or argue it away, it was never your fault that all this happened. It was both of us, from the very beginning, and me like a moth to the flame.” Niall moves closer, kissing my lips. “I would gladly burn up in you for my whole life, lass.”
We kiss like that for a long time again, slow and hot, moving together as if we can’t bear to stop touching. “This house,” Niall says, when he breaks the kissing for a moment to catch his breath. “I got it ready for you, but you can redecorate to your taste as much as you like. This is your home now too, and I want you to love it. Everything here now is old furniture from when I grew up here—it can all be replaced.”
“I love it,” I tell him firmly, arching into him and kissing him again. “I love everything about this house, and I love you.”
Niall’s hands cup my face, his tongue pushing into my mouth, hot and gentle. “Isabella—” he groans my name, and I feel his cock hardening against my thigh again, pushing between my legs as he tenses, going rigid with fresh need. “We need to be careful. We shouldn’t again—not so soon—”
I groan, pushing him teasingly onto his back. “If you’re going to be so gentle with me,” I tell him playfully as I slide my hands up his thighs, hovering over him, “then I’m going to drive you crazy with it.”
His cock is rock-hard now, pressed against his abs, and I encircle it with my hand, stroking lightly. Niall lets out a groan from between gritted teeth, his hands fisting beside him as I stroke his cock, and I know he’s already given up arguing with me.
I lean forward so I can reach him with my mouth, moving between his legs. “I want to taste you again,” I murmur, enjoying the lustful expression on his face as his blue eyes gaze down at me, piercing in his chiseled, stubbled face. “I want to taste myself on you.”
“Oh god, lass—” Niall groans. “You know just what to say to a man.”
I run my tongue up the length of his shaft as I caress the strong muscles of his thigh with one hand, teasing the swollen veins as I trace a path up to his cockhead, already leaking pre-cum for me. It flares as I flick my tongue across it, enjoying the taste of him, and of us, still mingled on his cock. I press my thighs together, feeling an answering throb of arousal at the scent and taste of him, the way he fills my hand and mouth as I part my lips around him, taking his tip in my mouth.
I tease him like that for a moment as he makes a growling sound deep in his throat, pushing himself a little deeper with a frustrated jerk of his hips. I swirl my tongue around the head, flicking it across the soft flesh beneath it, feeling jolts of need rippling through me, my pussy soaked as I suck on his cockhead until I can see that he’s shuddering with the effort not to thrust deeply into my mouth.
I’ve always been greedy for the taste of him, and now is no exception. Niall pushes his cock deeper as I open my mouth for more, and I moan at the hiss of pleasure he makes, rubbing my tongue around and over him as he arches up, wanting to go deeper.