Page 106 of Tiny Fractures

“What are you doing here?” I ask, my voice low as my breathing increases under her soft lips. My heartbeat kicks in my chest. Her touch feels incredible, and my senses are heightened in the pitch-blackness surrounding me.

Her hair falls over my shoulder and caresses my skin as she moves to the other side of my neck, her lips never breaking contact. It’s driving me fucking crazy. “I told Vada you got called in to work at the last minute and how disappointed I was, so she suggested I tell my mom I would spend the night at her house,” she giggles quietly, her warm breath tickling my skin. It sends shivers down my spine. “And since we didn’t get to spend our evening together like I had hoped, I thought I’d take her up on the suggestion. Are you okay with me being here?” she asks, abruptly pulling back.

I hitch my knee onto the bed and finally turn to face her. “Are you kidding? Of course I’m okay with you being here,” I say. “In fact, when I saw Vada’s car outside I was thinking about how badly I wanted to spend another night with you,” I say, my voice gravelly. God damn, I want to touch her so badly. In one swift move, I pull my other leg onto the bed and position myself on either side of her hips so I’m straddling her. She falls back onto my pillow.

My eyes have finally adjusted to the darkness and I can see her perfectly. Her long blonde hair is splayed across my pillow, her eyes dark in the dim light. Her lips are slightly parted and begging to be kissed. I take my time, though, letting my eyes roam her body, taking in her delicate neck, the curves of her breasts under the thin white tank top. I can tell her nipples are hard and I want so desperately to run my tongue over them. My body stirs with arousal, blood pumping hotly. I can’t believe this is all it takes for me to go rock-hard. Seriously, Ran. I mentally warn myself to take it slow and not push her, but, fuck, the want is almost unbearable.

She squirms under my gaze and bites her bottom lip. That’s it. I drop my upper body, lean on my hands on either side of her head, and crash my lips to hers, positively starving for her. They part willingly, allowing my tongue entrance. She tastes like minty toothpaste and her breathing is rapid, matching mine. She nips my lip, and a groan escapes my mouth when her hands snake around my neck, pulling me closer. I deepen the kiss, our tongues entwining. Still holding myself up with my right hand so as not to crush her under my weight, I move my left hand under the blanket covering the lower half of her body. I groan and my dick gives a little jerk when I realize she’s only wearing panties. I begin touching the sliver of bare skin between the waistband of her panties and her tank top, then slide my hand upward slowly, savoring the heat of her skin, her softness, trailing up her side and feeling every one of her ribs before I allow my hand to travel to her front just under her left breast. I outline it with my hand before cupping it, once again marveling at how perfectly it fits in the palm of my hand. It’s like she was made for me. Her breath hitches as my thumb glides over her cloth-covered nipple and a breathy moan escapes from her lips.

I move my lips from her mouth toward her jawline, her neck, her collarbone, savoring every inch of her soft skin, and she turns her head to allow me full access. I lick and suck on her skin, driving us both further and further toward the edge. With my left hand, I slide the strap of her tank top off her shoulder and kiss her searing-hot skin, breathing her in, unable to get enough of her as my heart pounds in my chest. Her breathing quickens even more when I pull her tank top down, revealing her breast and hard nipple.

Gliding my tongue down her shoulder, I make my way toward her chest and kiss the velvety skin of her breast. Then, finally, I lick her nipple before gently sucking it into my mouth. Underneath me, Cat’s hips thrust upward and grind against me as I keep teasing her with my mouth. God, fuck, I’m already so damn turned on.

“Ran,” she moans, moving one of her hands to my shoulder while the other finds my hair, her fingers frantic to hold on to something. “I need this blanket off,” she begs, desperation in her voice.

Giving her what she needs, I sit up on my knees, pulling the blanket off her and from underneath me before I gently situate one of my legs between hers. Her legs fall open of their own volition, making her vulnerable to me. I bring my other leg in, then reach behind me and pull my shirt off, needing badly to feel more of her. Her breathing is erratic, but her eyes, though glossy, fixate on my every move. I allow my gaze to once again roam her body, this time taking in her long legs, the curve of her hips, the way her thighs travel up. Her black panties hint at the sweet spot hidden underneath the thin fabric, outlining that soft, feminine V of her most sensitive flesh. I want to touch her, smell her, taste her.

Fuck, it’s almost too much to take and I have a hard time keeping my head straight, but I nonetheless lower myself onto her slowly. I want nothing more than to make her feel safe in my arms, to let her know I would never do anything she isn’t ready for. I love the feel of her, of my bare chest grazing her hard nipples as she kisses me fiercely. Her hands find my shoulder blades, and she digs her fingers in when I return my mouth to her exposed nipple. I suck harder this time, grazing my teeth against her sensitive skin. Her legs come up and around my hips, gripping me tightly while she grinds against me. Her heat penetrates my jeans and it makes my body ache with primal need. It takes everything in me not to rip off the rest of our clothes and feel her all the way.

“Ran, please,” she whimpers under my touch. “I need…” She trails off with a moan.

“I got you,” I whisper against her. “Do you trust me?” I ask, seeking her consent, and I can feel her nod. Without moving my lips from her breast, I allow my left hand to glide down and over the bare skin of her tight stomach before halting at the waistband of her panties. When she doesn’t protest, I slowly inch my hand underneath the fabric and find what I’ve been craving for weeks now.

Gently, carefully, I begin to caress her most sensitive skin, savoring the feel of her as I glide my hand over that soft, female mound and down between her thighs. God, she is so warm, so soft, so damn turned on. It doesn’t take me long to find the right spot with my middle finger, and her body responds immediately, thrusting rhythmically while I carefully sweep my fingers back and forth over that soft but hypersensitive bundle of nerves between her heated thighs. I feel it swell, her wetness clinging to my skin. Fuck, I love doing this to her, love getting her turned on, and I want nothing more than to keep caressing her until she reaches the edge and finally has her first orgasm.

My mouth leaves her nipple and I pull back, scanning her face for any sign that she wants me to stop, but there’s only ecstasy sketched into her features. Her eyes are closed, her lips parted, and heat radiates off every inch of her skin.

It takes only a few soft strokes, the slightest bit of pressure, before her breathing becomes erratic and I know she’s there. I know it by the way her face contorts with pleasure, her breathing—shallow just a fraction of a second ago—becomes deeper, and her back arches before she seemingly steps into the void of ecstasy. She breathes my name once, twice. Her hips buck against my hand while I continue to caress her, easing up the slightest bit in an effort to draw out the high, to prolong her climax without overstimulating her. I want this to be fucking world-shattering for her.

I watch her as she comes undone underneath me. She lets out the sexiest moan, which I’m sure can be heard by Steve and Vada, but I couldn’t care less. Her face, the way her body moves, and the sounds she makes while she rides the waves of pleasure are everything. Shit, I can’t even put into words how worked up I am just doing this to her. My cock is rock-hard and straining against the fabric of my jeans. I seriously feel high just watching her.

I bring my lips to hers while she works to regain control. My chest presses against hers, and I feel the warmth of her skin on mine. Her climax recedes, but I don’t yet withdraw my hand from between her thighs, relishing the feeling of her aftershocks against my fingers. I want so badly to slip them inside her, to feel her like that for a moment, but I don’t. Not tonight. I move at her pace. Always.

When I feel her body relax underneath me and her breathing slows, I pull back. She blinks her hazel eyes at me, a shy smile on her face.

“Hi,” I say quietly, placing another kiss on her lips. Even in the dark I can tell her cheeks are flushed. “Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she says, breathless. “More than okay. I’m really glad I decided to sleep over at Vada’s,” she giggles underneath me.

I laugh quietly. “Me, too.” I look into her eyes, still hooded from the high a few seconds ago. “You are perfect.”

She gives me a wide smile, places her hands on my neck, and pulls me in for another deep kiss.

Cat

I’m absolutely lost to this boy, that much is clear to me. I finally felt brave enough to open up to him, to share at least part my story with him, to tell him what happened between Adam and me. Ronan didn’t judge, he didn’t run. He chose to stay, and although I still haven’t worked up the courage to tell him about the photos—I desperately hope I’ll never have to come clean about my ex having nudes of me—I realized in that moment that I’m head over heels in love with him.

I feel so safe with him, physically and emotionally, and I let him touch me in ways no one ever has. I felt like I was flying. He was gentle and respectful, seeking my permission before touching me in the most intimate way imaginable. And it felt so, so good.

I’ve never felt anything like it. Even when I was by myself, exploring my body, I never managed to take myself all the way. But I could tell things were different with Ronan. I could feel it the first time he ever touched me. Even just the way he kisses me ignites something I didn’t know could exist. I don’t know what it is or what exactly he does; maybe it’s how patient he is with me both physically and emotionally, never putting any pressure on me to take our intimacy further than what I’m absolutely ready for. Or maybe it’s how committed he is to making sure that whatever he does to me feels incredibly good. I truly don’t know. I just know that when I finally let down my guard and trusted him enough to take it further than I had ever gone before, it was more than I could have ever hoped for: his warm hands caressing my skin; his mouth kissing, licking, nipping, sucking; the weight and heat of his body on mine. It was everything, and when he asked if I trusted him, I gave him my answer without hesitation. Yes, I trust him.

It took Ronan no time at all to find the right spot, the perfect pressure and speed. He touched me so softly, so sensually as he varied the patterns his fingers were drawing, and all I could focus on was the way it felt against my most sensitive flesh. Good god, I never anticipated how incredible it would feel, how all-consuming, how intoxicating, until Ronan skillfully got me there.

I can’t stop kissing him, relishing the feel of his body on mine, running my hands up his back and through his dark-blond hair. After another deep kiss, Ronan rolls off me and sits up on the edge of his bed. His eyes are happy, although I can see the exhaustion in them.

“I’m going to take a quick shower,” he says quietly when he stands up.

“But it’s late and you look so tired,” I protest, wanting him to lie down next to me again. “Can’t it wait until the morning?” I give him my best puppy-dog face.

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