“You have me, Ciara.”
“That’s not what I meant.”
He chuckles. “Ah, you mean, you need my cock?”
“Yes.”
That earns me another finger, and I cry out again.
Ronan kisses along the underside of my breasts. “I don’t think you’re quite ready for my cock just yet. I think I need to get you a little…wetter.”
As Ronan kisses down my body, giving plenty of attention to both of my nipples and my stomach, he slowly pumps his fingers inside me, working me so close to the brink that I almost climax.
“Fuck, you’re so sensitive,” he groans as I writhe beneath him.
I grind my hips against his hand. “It’s the… hormones.”
“I think we’re going to have a lot of fun these next few months.”
“I want unlimited orgasms as payment for carrying your twins, which, given the size of you and your brothers, will likely be enormous.”
Ronan laughs before pressing a kiss to my belly. “You can have whatever you want,Tine Bheag.”
“I want you to stop taking your sweet time and put your mouth on my pussy.”
Ronan chuckles again before moving lower.
His fingers continue to move inside me, but when his mouth finally reaches my clit, every nerve ending in my body comes alive.
“Yes!” I cry out as he flicks his tongue over my clit. “Oh fuck, right there.”
My wrists pull against the restraints, and I groan.
I want to reach down and sink my fingers into his glossy hair, holding him against me as I grind against his face. But of course, that’s not how this is going to go. I’m completely at Ronan’s mercy, which means he’s going to take his time torturing me like I did with him.
He slowly runs his tongue along my pussy as he slides his fingers in and out of me, sucking and licking at my arousal like he has all the time in the world. He purposely avoids my clit until I’m practically begging him to suck on it.
When he finally wraps his lips around the sensitive bud, my back bows off the bed, and a rush of wetness soaks the sheets beneath me.
“I’m close…”
Ronan immediately pulls his mouth away, and I choke on a sob as my orgasm vanishes.
“Wait, what?”
Ronan pulls back and looks down at me, watching as he pumps his fingers in and out. “So swollen and wet.”
I whimper as he brushes his thumb over my clit, the rush of pleasure making me squirm. I screw my eyes shut and let out a cry of frustration.
My body feels so tightly wound that it’s unbearable. But every time I think he’s finally going to send me over the edge, he pulls back.
“Please…”
“Not yet, baby.” He bends down to kiss along my inner thigh.
“Ronan.”
“Yes, Ciara?”
