I lean back on my elbows as Ronan pulls my leggings and panties down my thighs in one swift movement, leaving me completely bare from the waist down.
“Fuck.” His eyes glaze over as he takes in the sight of my glistening pussy.
I spread my thighs wider. “I need you.”
His eyes darken as he pushes down his sweatpants, and his cock springs free, the tip already glistening with precum. “Come here.”
I push myself into a sitting position and wrap my arms around his powerful shoulders, holding myself against him as Ronan teases my entrance with the tip of his cock.
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs before thrusting his hips.
I cry out as I stretch around him, digging my nails into his back as he gives me another inch.
“You’re going to need to be quiet,Tine Bhaeg.” He chuckles in my ear, but that only makes me moan louder.
I tighten my legs around his waist, trying to pull him closer, needing to feel every inch of his cock. I realize I’ve never taken Ronan like this before. It’s only ever been from behind, but this time, I want to see his face when he comes inside me.
“More,” I moan.
He moves his hands to my ass to angle my hips so his cock can sink even deeper inside me.
I bite down on his shoulder, trying to muffle my cries as he starts to pump his hips, but the pleasure is overwhelming.
He keeps one hand on my ass, the other buried in my hair as he holds me steady, his lips hovering over mine as he drives his cock into me, hitting the spot inside me that makes me see stars.
“Oh, god.” I thought I knew what pleasure felt like at the hands of Ronan Sullivan, but having him like this is on a whole other level.
His breath on my skin, the look on his face as he chases his release, this is my undoing.
“Ronan,” I gasp against his mouth as my thighs start to shake.
“I’m right here. You can let go, Ciara.”
I screw my eyes shut as my orgasm hits, my body trembling uncontrollably as I clench around his cock. “Ronan!”
“Fuck.” He pumps his hips faster as he works me through my orgasm.
I forget that I need to be quiet. All I care about is watching Ronan Sullivan lose complete control because of my body, and the more my pussy pulses around him, the faster he thrusts inside me.
“Oh, shit, I’m coming,” he chokes.
“Yes! Give it to me.” I sink my fingers into his hair, pulling hard on the dark strands, which elicits a deep, guttural groan from Ronan.
I try my best to match his pace, but my body is weak in the aftermath of my orgasm, so it’s all I can do to cling to him as he pounds into me.
I watch as his eyes glaze over, and then he spills inside me, his hips jerking as he works to empty himself completely.
“Ciara,” he groans against my lips when he eventually stills.
I hold him tighter, not wanting to let him go just yet, and for a moment, we stay like that, completely intertwined. The only sound is our heavy breathing as we both come down from the high of our release.
“Let me clean you up.” He presses a soft kiss to my mouth before slowly sliding free.
I lie back against the counter as Ronan goes in search of something to clean us up, and once he’s done, he gently pulls my panties over my ankles.
“Come here.” He reaches to help me off the counter.
I stand in front of him, resting my hands on his shoulders as he helps to dress me. Neither one of us speaks, but we don’t need to. I’ve said everything I need to say.
