“Ronan—” she gasps, thighs trembling.
I pull away, making her whimper. “Not yet.” I crawl back up her body, kissing her deeply so she can taste herself on my tongue. “I want to be inside you when you come.”
I strip off my boxers, my cock heavy and aching between us. Her eyes widen at the sight.
“Worried?” I smirk.
“Y-yes. I don't think that will fit.”
“It will, sweetheart. Your body was made for me.”
“O-okay.”
“I’ll go slow.” I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock teasing her wetness. “Until you beg me not to.”
I push in slowly, watching her face as I fill her inch by inch. Her body stretches around me, so tight it takes every ounce of control not to slam into her.
“That’s it, baby. Take all of me.”
“Ronan, it’s so good. God.”
I begin to move, setting a slow pace, letting her adjust to my size. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her hips rising to meet mine. Beneath us, the lights of the tree reflect off our sweat-slicked skin.
“More,” she says, wrapping her legs higher around my waist. “Deeper and faster.”
I growl, picking up the pace. “Greedy girl.”
I lift her suddenly, carrying her to the wall without breaking our connection. I pin her there, driving up into her from below, using the wall for leverage. Her head falls back, exposing her throat to my mouth.
“This body,” I grunt between thrusts. “Every inch is mine.”
“Yes. Yours. Take me, Ronan.”
I carry her back to the floor, this time lying on my back, positioning her above me. “Ride me,” I say. “Show me how much you want this.”
She straddles me, sinking down on my cock with a moan that nearly undoes me. My hands grip her ass, guiding her movements. She’s glorious above me—hair wild, breasts bouncing, face transformed with pleasure.
“Look at you, sweetheart. Taking me so well. Such a good girl.”
The praise makes her clench around me, her rhythm faltering. I sit up, wrapping one arm around her waist, the other hand tangling in her hair to pull her face to mine.
“Are you close?” I ask against her lips.
She nods, eyes half-closed. “So close.”
“Come for me.” I shift my angle, hitting deeper. “Now, Rayne.”
She shatters around me, her inner walls clamping down so hard I follow immediately, emptying myself inside her with a hoarse shout. We cling to each other, trembling through the aftershocks, our skin damp and hot despite the cool air of the room.
Slowly, I cradle her against my chest, my heart feeling like it’s about to escape its cage. My head spins, my emotions all over the place.
Above us, the Christmas lights twinkle, casting multicolored shadows across our entangled bodies.
“I think,” I say after our breathing has calmed, “we should finish decorating the tree.”
She laughs, the sound vibrating against my chest. “Maybe we should put some clothes on first.”
“Eventually.” I stroke her hair, enjoying the weight of her body on mine. “No rush.”
