The kiss isn’t so much about seduction as it is about reassurance, for both of us.
Ronan’s fingers tangle in my damp hair, causing the towel to drop to the floor, leaving me naked and wet before him.
I should pull away. I should tell him to stay focused, but I don’t. Ican’t. Not when my body is begging me to hold him closer.
Maybe our enemies can wait ten minutes…
As if he can read my mind, Ronan lifts me into his arms and carries me into the bedroom. He lays me down gently on the comforter before taking hold of my ankles and yanking me to the edge of the bed.
Before I can even register it, he’s on his knees with my legs over his shoulders and his tongue on my pussy.
My fingers sink into his dark hair. “Oh, God.”
Ronan groans as he licks a long, lazy stroke along my slit before flicking the tip of his tongue over my clit.
My body jerks off the bed, and a rush of wetness spreads between my thighs as my climax starts to build.
My clit starts to throb. “More. Please.”
I hold his face against my core, desperate for more friction, and for once, Ronan doesn’t make me work for it.
He licks along the length of my pussy before swirling his tongue around my clit. It feels incredible, and I can’t help but start to move my hips so that I’m grinding against his face.
“Fuck, that’s it, baby.”
A strangled sob escapes me as my breasts start to feel heavy and my thighs start to clench around Ronan’s head.
I keep one hand in his hair as I trail the other up my bare torso until I’m cupping my breast.
He growls. “Come for me.”
Ronan wraps his lips around my clit and sucks on the sensitive bud as I rub my thumb over my nipple. The resulting bolt of pleasure through my body is enough to send me over the edge, and I arch off the bed, practically sobbing as I come on his tongue.
By the time I collapse back against the bed, Ronan is on his feet and unbuckling his belt.
When he pulls his cock free, my pussy clenches at the sight of it, so thick and hard and already glistening with precum.
My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him. But I also need him inside me. I need to hold his big, powerful body against me because even though I know Ronan can take care of himself, there is always a risk that when he walks out that door, he might never come back.
I spread my thighs apart to offer myself up to him. “Fuck me.”
Ronan doesn’t bother to shed his clothes. Instead, he climbs onto the bed and grips the base of his cock in his hand as he lines himself up with my entrance.
He slowly starts to move his hips, giving me one glorious inch at a time.
Even though I’m warmed up, I still gasp at the slight sting that follows as he stretches me.
“I can’t get enough of you,” he groans before kissing me deeply.
I moan into his mouth, tasting myself on him as he starts to move his hips, slowly sliding his cock free before sinking back all the way to the hilt.
“Me neither.”
Ronan takes one hand and buries it in my hair, while the other moves to my hip, holding me steady as he starts to increase his pace.
His tongue strokes against mine, matching the movements of his cock as he claims both my mouth and my pussy.
Already, another orgasm is building, and I know Ronan can tell. He knows my body better than I do, so he pulls back and lifts my legs over his shoulders so he can hit me even deeper.
