“Ronan,” she moans, but she doesn’t move. “Your cock. In me. Now.”
Well, okay, that’s some instruction I can follow. Releasing her breast with a pop, I let her settle back over my hips and roll the condom down my already leaking dick.
“He’s eager.” She giggles, and my cock jumps in her hands.
“He likes you.” I grin. “But he likes being inside you even more.”
Her impish smirk as she lines up her hips and sinks down slowly is pure perfection. “I happen to like him inside me, too.” Leaning down, her lips graze across mine. “And I likeyou.”
I don’t get to respond before she kisses me harder and starts to bounce her hips up and down. I grab her ass, digging my fingers in as I help her rock along my length. Her lips break away from mine, her forehead landing on mine as she starts to pant.
“Fuck, yes.”
She pushes up, her hands coming to my chest as she arches her back and undulates forward and back, the change in motion obviously stroking something inside of her, judging by the cries and whimpers escaping from her mouth.
“How. The heck. Do you. Do this. To me,” she pants, her head tossed back. She’s a fucking goddess above me, working me up into a frenzy. Recovery time? What the hell is that? I can feel myself ready to blow, and start reciting All-Star stats to try and push away my orgasm.
“Oh my God, Ronan.” She’s close, but somehow, I can sense that wall from earlier, the one that wouldn’t let her relax, starting to creep back in. She’s getting caught up in her head again.
Not on my watch.
With her upright, I can access her clit easily, and I pinch it, rolling it between my thumb and fingers as I start to lift my hips up to meet her movements. “You’re gonna come for me, Cherry. Squeeze my fucking cock and explode all over me. You can do it.”
Her nails dig into my chest as her moans grow deeper.
“That’s my good girl.”
I feel the clench of her pussy around me, and then she’s pulsating, every wave pushing me further over the edge into my own orgasm. I stop trying to hold back and let it come over me with a roar as she screams my name, collapsing onto my chest.
We stay like that for a moment before she rolls off me. “That was amazing,” she murmurs, a soft smile on her face. I take advantage of her closed eyes and just drink her in. Her skin is flushed with a sheen of sweat, her lips swollen. God, she’s stunning.
I move to get up, figuring I should deal with the condom, find my clothes, and get going, even though it physically hurts to think about leaving right now. But we still haven’t talked about what we’re doing or what happens next, and I don’t want to push Willow too far, too fast.
There’s also the not-so-small matter of my kid at home, and the fact that I didn’t tell my mother I’d be gone all night.
“Where are you going?” Her soft voice hits me, still husky with pleasure but now with a thread of confusion and hope that I don’t want to read into too much.
Glancing over my shoulder at her, I try to ignore the part of me that really doesn’t want to leave.
“Home?” I phrase that one word as a question, partly because I don’t know what’s the best course of action here, and partly because I know just how easily I could give in and stay just a little while longer without a second thought to the repercussions.
Her lower lip is tugged between her teeth, and my hand automatically reaches out to free it.
“You could stay.”
Her whisper is so quiet, I would have missed it if I wasn’t so tuned in to everything Willow says and does.
“I could,” I reply softly, moving back to lie down on the bed. “But only for a little while.”
She shifts over, into my open arms, laying her head on my chest. “I know, Peyton needs you.” She lifts her head so we’re eye to eye, her hand resting on my skin right above my heart. “I would never want to come between you and your daughter; I know she comes first.”
I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear, rising up just enough to meet her lips in a gentle kiss. “And that’s exactly why I’m still here.”
Awareness comes to me slowly. The tickle of soft hair under my chin, the rise and fall of someone else’s chest against mine. For a second, I’m back in Hawaii, waking up with the ocean shores right outside our hotel room, the warm tropical breeze waiting for us, nothing to worry about, no one to interfere. Just me and Willow.
But we’re not in the islands anymore.
Real life is waiting for us just outside this apartment. It’s pitch-black outside, and I panic, realizing I fell asleep with Willow in my arms.
