“Yes, please, faster,” she whispered, her voice shaking as her head fell back again and she tried to buck her hips against me.
I grasped her hips firmly and held her still.
“Settle down, baby. I decide the pace,” I grunted, my mouth sliding lower to follow the line of her throat.
Her skin was warm, flushed, and tasted sweet as I pressed open-mouthed kisses down to the edge of her shirt. The neckline dipped just enough to give me a glimpse of the soft swell of her tits, the hint of cleavage making my teeth clench.
I dragged the fabric down with a growl, exposing more of that perfect fucking skin. Then I let my tongue flick against the edge of her bra. She sucked in a sharp breath and pressed herself into me harder.
“Fuck.” My hands slid up to cup her tits through her shirt, feeling the soft weight of them fill my palms. “Been thinking about these all damn day.”
Her legs squeezed around me even more, her heels digging into my back as a broken sound fell from her lips.
“You like hearing that?” I dragged my mouth back up, my breath hot against her ear. “Like knowing how much I’ve beenthinking about getting my hands on you? How you’ve been driving me fucking crazy all night.”
She nodded jerkily, as if she was struggling to make her head move while her whole body trembled.
“Testing my control with every breath,” I growled, squeezing her again rougher this time, earning another gasp. “I’ve been thinking about these tits in my hand. And every time you put something in this sexy mouth, all I could think of was your lips around my cock. Can’t fucking wait to this tight pussy wrapped around me.”
Her breath stuttered, her fingers digging into my hair now, holding me close like she didn’t want any space between us.
“Ronan,” she moaned, completely fucking gone for me.
“Say it again,” I demanded, grinding into her harder. “Say my name exactly like that.”
Her head dropped forward until her forehead pressed against mine, her voice barely holding together. “Ronan.”
“Damn…makes me so hard. My cock is trying to punch through my fucking pants.”
“I need?—”
“I know,” I cut her off, my tone controlled, even though everything in me was riding the edge. “I fucking know what you need, baby.”
My hands slid under her ass, gripping firm and lifting her higher.
She let out a startled breath. “I’m too heavy?—”
I snorted, already moving, easily carrying her down the hall. “You don’t weigh shit, baby. Like a fucking pillow.”
She huffed out a soft laugh that died quick when I shifted my grip and pulled her even closer against me.
My voice dropped lower, right against her ear, “And you’ll still be light as a feather when you’re round and swollen with my baby.”
Her body went still against mine, her breath catching hard. Like she didn’t even know what to do with what I’d said. I didn’t give her time to process it, carrying her straight to my bed, my grip firm on her ass and her legs still locked around my waist.
When we reached the bedroom, I set her down slowly, savoring every inch of her body sliding along mine until her feet touched the floor. Her eyes were wide, the amber depths darkened to honey. A flush stained her cheeks and spread down her throat.
I grabbed the hem of her shirt and dragged it upward as my eyes devoured the soft, bare curves I’d grown addicted to. Clara lifted her arms, her eyes locked onto mine as I tossed the garment aside, revealing the delicate, lacy bra that held her full tits so fucking perfectly it made my mouth water.
But it had to go. I stripped off her bra, then dropped to my knees and made quick work of her jeans, sliding them down her lush hips, my hands stroking her bare thighs as she stepped out of them. Her lace panties were soaked through at the center, the dark patch of evidence showing exactly how turned on she was by the filthy words I’d whispered moments ago.
“Fuck, Clara.” I pressed a kiss to her belly before hooking my fingers in the delicate fabric and dragging it down, exposing her pussy inch by tempting inch. After she stepped out of her underwear, I surged to my feet and gave her another hard kiss. Then I yanked down the comforter before ordering, “Get your sexy ass on the bed and spread those pretty thighs wide for me.”
Clara’s breath caught, and her lips parted. Her eyes glazed with desire and a hint of sweet embarrassment at my explicit command. I loved that after all the dirty things I’d done to her, and all the filthy words that had fallen from my mouth since the first time we’d fucked, she still blushed like a virgin.
She climbed onto my over-sized bed, scooting back until her head rested against the pillows. Her chestnut hair was spreadlike silk across the sheets, her irresistible body bathed in the moonlight filtering through the slats between the blinds. She was so damn gorgeous. My cock pulsed hard enough that it strained painfully against my zipper.
“Wider, baby,” I ordered roughly, already tearing off my own shirt and discarding it. “Let me see what’s mine.”
