She’s so tight. So wet. So fucking perfect. She’s everything I fantasised about, and so much more. My hips pin her in place, but so does my stare. I can’t tear my eyes from her. Can’t bear to miss a single second of pleasure that twists her lips.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lower lip as she shifts and adjusts beneath me. I withdraw an inch before sliding back in, deeper this time. Her eyes roll back in her head.
‘Say you’ve been staring at my cock. Wondering what it would feel like inside you.’ I give her another inch and her fingers grip the cotton sheet.
‘I’ve been staring at your cock, wondering what it would feel like inside of me. Wondering if I could take it.’ Her lips lift in a smirk. ‘Wondering if you knew what to do with it.’
I pull back slowly and thrust into her again.
‘You take it perfectly.’ I grab her right wrist and pin it above her head, grinding into her as deep as her body will allow, our pelvises melding as one. ‘And don’t worry baby, I know exactly what to do with it.’
‘So I see.’ She gasps as I slip my thumb between us and circle her swollen clit, slamming into her again and again and again.
‘You’re so tight. So wet. So fucking perfect.’ I wanted her for so long and now she’s here, giving herself to me. It’s taking every ounce of willpower I have to hold it together.
‘Ronan, I…’ Her chest rises and falls as she shatters around me, her core clenching my cock in a vice-like grip, dragging me into the most decadent devastation known to man.
‘I’ve got you,’ I murmur, kissing her breasts as her chest expels ragged heaves in the aftermath of our fun.
But who’s got me?
Because I’ve fallen so hard for Savannah, one lifetime won’t be long enough, let alone one night.
Chapter Twenty-Five
SAVANNAH
Waking up in a man’s arms is one of the most underrated pleasures of all time. Waking up in Ronan’s arms is practically a religious experience. With his chest pressed against my back, his strong muscular arm slung around my waist in a protective and possessive position, I’ve never felt so desired, so cherished, and he hasn’t even so much as muttered good morning.
Everything he did to me last night, the magnitude of pleasure his body offered mine, pales in comparison to this simple, sublime moment.
Slow, deep, even breaths brushing my neck suggest he’s still deep in dreamland.
What does he see behind those closed eyes?
Me?
Or is that just wishful thinking on my part?
In our haste to get to bed, neither of us drew the blinds. Sunlight streams in through the balcony doors. The golden rays cast a luminous glow on every inch of the room, including my soul, which flickers with an unfamiliar warmth from the inside out.
A hundred words flit through my mind while I try to find the right one that justifies this one moment in time.
Finally, I settle on one. Contentment.
The sound of the sea slapping the shore and the gentle rhythmic rolling of rocks dragged out with the tide would be enough of a lullaby to send me to sleep again if I wasn’t determined to make the most of these last few hours before we both have to go back to the real world.
I wriggle my hips, deliberately grinding myself against Ronan’s morning glory, and how glorious it is. He’s as hard as steel.
‘Good morning, Sassy Sav,’ he murmurs, nipping my ear playfully with his teeth. ‘Did you sleep well?’
I let that one slide, given the satisfaction he bestowed on my body. ‘Too well,’ I admit. Satisfied and secure in Ronan’s arms, I’ve never slept as well in my life. It doesn’t bode well for “Single Sav”, but I shove that thought to the back of my mind. No point ruining the moment when we only have a precious few.
His hand reaches beneath the covers, cupping my breasts before slowly sliding down over my stomach like he’s committing every inch of skin to memory. ‘I know you said one night, but how about one for the road?’
As if I could say no.
This time when we move together, it’s gentle, tender, less frantic, as if both of us are savouring it. Our last time.
