‘Good girl,’ he purrs.
Every cell in my body tingles.
My eyes widen as he places the silicone to his lips and wets it with his tongue. Our eyes meet with a longing so intense it strips me right back, and I swear he can see my soul.
He lowers the toy, nudging it against my entrance, sliding it in, inch by glorious inch. The sensation is exhilarating. It’s exquisite. It’s fucking everything, and it’s all down to the man driving it into me.
Back and forth, he works me in a delicious, decadent rhythm, watching as my body unfurls before him. I can’t focus on anything other than where the next thrust is coming from. That and the huge twin pools I’m drowning in.
My limbs tremble, my vision blurs, and wave after wave of hedonistic pleasure winds from my head to my toes and every inch between. ‘Ronan, I’m going to come.’
‘Come for me, baby,’ he demands, in a voice that’s thick with a lust that matches my own.
He pumps me harder, pushing the precise point I need pressure, and I whimper as I’m catapulted into the most intense climax I’ve ever experienced. My pelvis arches off the bed, chasing every drop of the endorphin-charged high I’ve been so fucking deprived of.
Because I have.
Nothing has ever felt so intense.
And it probably never will again.
My body eventually stills, but my heart continues to hammer in my chest. Hammering because I crossed the line. Hammering because I want to do it again. And hammering because it’s wrong, but it feels so fucking right.
Ronan rocks back from his knees to balance his ass on his calves. That’s it. He got his show. Now he’s leaving. Panic rips through me.
He-Who-Has-Never-Been-Named left.
Everyone leaves.
I cover my eyes with my hands, waiting to hear the soft padding of his feet across the carpet, but it doesn’t come.
‘Are you seriously hiding from me now?’ His voice is mystified and mocking.
‘Are you still here?’ I part my fingers to peep through the cracks. ‘Show’s over. You got what you wanted.’ It comes out harsher than I intended, my defence mechanism kicking in in full force.
‘Wow.’ Ronan discards the dildo on the bed and appraises me with huge, soulful eyes. ‘I know you’re probably a little out of practice, Savannah, but when someone hand-deliversthe best orgasm of your life, it’s polite to say thank you, not ask if they’ve left yet.’
He’s right. I am out of practice, but even when I was ‘in practice’ my ex never hung around after we’d finished fooling around. Probably because he had to rush home to his wife.
‘What makes you think it was the best orgasm of my life?’ I pout, peeping through my fingers.
‘Because that’s what you screamed when I made you come harder than a freight train.’ His eyes rove unashamedly over my body again. ‘I don’t know what you were used to before you became who you are, but let me tell you this, Savannah. If you were my woman, and I were allowed to touch you, just know that right now I’d be cleaning you up with my tongue, worshipping every millimetre of your satiny skin and working you into another fantastic fuckfest.’
My greedy clit pulses at his filthy, alluring description.
‘But given I promised not to touch you, I’m going to get you a hot washcloth, and then I’m going to tuck you into your bed and wish I could get into it with you. Instead, I’ll go home and wank myself senseless over what we did tonight.’
‘You’d do that for me?’ Surprise colours my tone.
‘You have no idea what I’d do for you, Savannah Kingsley.’ He stands with the protuberance in his trousers still putting a painful amount of pressure on his Levis. ‘But yeah, I’ll wank myself senseless for you, like I have done almost every other night since I laid eyes on you.’ He cranes his neck over his shoulder and winks as he disappears into my ensuite, presumably in search of a cloth.
I slide up the bed, my limbs weighted with the exhaustion that only sublime sex brings. He returns a minute later and drops onto the bed beside me. ‘If I wash you with a cloth, I’m still not technically touching you, okay?’ He gently nudges my legs open and I marvel at how tender he is. How hot thisaftercare is. And how much I never knew I needed someone like him in my life.
When he’s finished, he pats me dry with a towel and stands to leave.
‘Wait.’ I bolt up in the bed. The thought of him leaving sets my heart plummeting to my toes.
‘Yes?’ He perches on the edge of the bed.
