“I want this,” she said,
He looked into her eyes again, before kissing her lips once more, then kissing her throat, and her shoulders, and spending a little time with each breast before he lifted his head suddenly.“I really want to spend a lot of time, like whole fucking days worshiping your body, but I have to hurry up and move my way further down your body.”
“So, I’ll get this and a promise of doing it all again? Why would I complain?”
He grinned at her, then kissed her ribs, and her belly, quickly moving down to the place he coveted most at this point in time. That heated crevice between her legs. He spread her legs, then planted himself between them, holding himself up on one elbow as he used his other hand to stroke and explore her. He looked down at her swollen flesh and stroked her clit with his finger. Her entire body twitched, and her breath caught. He smiled at her, but he didn’t look quite the same. There was something wild in his eyes, in his demeanor.
“Don’t be afraid of me. I’ll never hurt you.”
“I know,” she whispered.
With his gaze on hers, he lowered his head, licking his lips as he got closer to her body.
“Oh, God,” she whimpered, her body involuntarily lifting her hips up off the bed toward him.
His mouth contacted her, his lips settling over her as his tongue swept between the folds of her vulva. His chest rumbled as he got his first taste of her, and her moans answered. He teased her with his teeth, pressed his tongue as far inside of her he could get it, before settling for sucking her clit and flicking it with his tongue as he pressed two fingers inside her.
She was panting, her eyes long ago closed and her head thrown back as her hands fisted the blanket beneath her.
His cock ached, needing to be freed from the confines of his shorts. All of a sudden he was standing at the foot of the bed, his shirt being torn off with one hand as his shorts were shoved down with the other.
Giada sat up quickly when he was suddenly no longer touching her, her eyes asking why he stopped as she panted and tried to catch her breath.
“I can’t wait anymore. I promise it will be better next time. But I need to be inside you now,” he growled.
She nodded rapidly, and lay back down, spreading her legs wide for him.
Ronan crawled back up the bed to where she waited, holding himself over her with both hands as he looked down their bodies at his cock prodding her entrance.
Giada raised her head and looked down between their bodies, too. “You’re beautiful,” she said breathlessly.
He raised his head and looked her in the eyes. “I am yours,” he said, as he found his target and rolled his hips.
Giada cried out as he pushed himself all the way inside her, but he didn’t stop. He pulled back his hips and got down to it. He rode her fast and hard, giving her barely a chance to take a breath between strokes before he was slamming into her again. He pushed her all the way up the bed until her head was against the cushioned headboard, then he rode her some more.
“Ronan! Ronan, please, Ronan.”
“What do you need?” he asked, his voice gruff and snarly.
“Faster,” she begged.
“Hold on,” he said.
She wrapped her hands around his biceps and braced her feet on the bed at his sides, and he let his Wolf take over. He slammed into her so fast and deep that when she came she was screaming and clawing at his back. And he loved it. It drove him into another level of pleasure he didn’t even know existed. He didn’t stop riding her when she was completely through her orgasm. Instead, he kept at it, slamming his hips against her as he felt his cock begin to swell. He would usually wait to make her come again, but at this point in time, all he could think of wasfilling her with his come. So he let go of his control, bellowing his pleasure at the top of his lungs, as his cock pumped stream after stream of his release deep inside her.
He didn’t know when he stopped. All he knew was that all of sudden he was collapsed on top of her and she was whimpering beneath him.
He had the conscience of mind to roll off of her so she could breathe.
Giada was still whimpering, so he reached out and pulled her up next to his body. She rested her head on his chest and curled up against him.
“You alright?” he managed between breaths.
“Mmhmm,” was her only answer, as her hand spread out across his chest and they lay there catching their breaths.
“Ronan?” she finally asked.
“Yeah.”
