Redemption (The Bet) (52 page)

Ellie's heart stopped for one eternal second then picked up speed as she drew in a sharp breath; she chomped down on her lip to stifle her scream as a deluge of sensations overtook her core. She thrashed like a woman crazed, but Nicholas's hold kept her well and truly in his clutch as he toyed with her. Nicholas suckled and teased at her clit, his oral caresses in sync with the languorous strokes of his fingers as they gently eased in and out of her tight pussy.

Ellie was at a lost, thought completely abandoning her she surrendered to the sensations. There was no way of describing how she felt, only that this was most erotically beautiful thing that's happened to her in a very long time. He simply put to shame all her previous sexual encounters, as Ellie knew he would. Nicholas made her feel like a Maenad to his Dionysus, decadent and wholly inhibited. She rode his fingers, thrust her fingers in his hair and breathed for him to lavish her with all his skill as consummate lover. He French kissed her clit and fucked her with his tongue.

"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 ca
pable 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 hi
s 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 mo
tionless 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.

"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 ot
her 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 alwa
ys 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. H
e 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 pewt
er gaze gleamed with amusement.

"Oh yes and if you keep misbehaving I might be tempte
d 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, trackin
g lazy circles across her back.