“Yes.” He choked out.
I licked and sucked, taking in as much of him as I could. I cupped his balls, teased the crown, and lapped at the length of him. He groaned and gasped. Fisted my hair and arched into my mouth. He wasn’t rough, and he didn’t try to go deeper, letting me set the pace. He murmured my name, praised my efforts, and watched me. I discovered a sensitive area just below his belly button that made him whimper and strain to get closer when I brushed my fingers over it. I teased him endlessly, working him into a frenzy. I had never been big on blow jobs, but with Ronan, it was different. He was different. Doing this for him turned me on as much as it did him, and I ached for him, my body yearning for what only he could give me. He tugged at my hair, his voice deep and pleading.
“I need to be inside you.”
I lifted my head, slowly pulling my mouth away. “How do you want me?”
He reached for a condom. “On top. Please get on top of me.”
I rolled the condom on him and hovered over him. He was so large, my legs were stretched to their limit. I felt the soft stroke of his fingers, and I moaned.
“Jesus, baby, you’re soaked,” he whispered, amazed. “You liked my cock in your mouth?”
I nodded, throwing back my head as he guided himself inside me, flexing his hips. I opened my eyes as his girth and size filled me, gasping in pleasure.
“Ride me,” he demanded. “Move on me, Beth. Take whatever you need from me.”
I began to move, the feel of him already bringing me to the edge. He gripped my hips, guiding me, and I rested my hands on his strong chest. We moved together, the pleasure spiking fast. My breathing quickened and I whispered his name, tightening around him. He rode through my orgasm, gripping my hands.
“You’re going to give me another.”
And I did. He sat up, enveloping me, driving himself deeper. He wrapped me close, covering my mouth with his as he moved, hard and fast, his body like a tidal wave that surged against mine. He controlled our movements, and all I could do was cling to him and take what he was giving me. His mouth was hot and wet, his tongue relentless as he kissed me. His body was rigid, his grip tight, and his touch possessive. I felt the stirrings of another orgasm, and I clutched at his shoulders, whimpering.
“Give it to me, little bird,” he whispered in my ear as he came, his arms becoming bands of steel around me, his breathing harsh, and he groaned and gasped.
I exploded, every nerve in my body on fire. I felt him everywhere. Sensation after sensation rolled through me. Ecstasy so intense it brought tears to my eyes rippled under my skin. My orgasm went on and on, until I collapsed in his arms, too weak to lift my head.
He kissed my hair, sliding his hands down and cupping my face, lifting it from his chest. He rained kisses over my face, tiny little brushes of his mouth, then settled his lips on mine, kissing me slowly. Softly. His tongue lingering and lavish.
“Look at me, little bird.”
I opened my eyes and met his verdant green.
“You are amazing.”
I blinked.
“We are amazing together.”
I managed to smile.
“I’m going to tuck you into bed now.”
“Stay,” I mumbled.
He kissed me again. “Beth, I’m not going anywhere.”
The last thing I heard before I fell asleep was one other word.
“Ever.”
* * *
Ronan
I glanced at my phone, wondering what Beth was doing. How she was feeling. I couldn’t stop thinking about her.
Last night had been unbelievably erotic. The sight of her, my cock in her mouth, the vision of her riding me, the sounds of her pleasure as she shattered were all I could think about.
She was all I could think about.
I hated leaving her this morning. I woke about four, her draped over me, asleep on my chest, our legs entwined. I had noticed that the other night I had stayed. She liked to be close when she slept, held tight. I didn’t mind, finding comfort in her closeness as well. But unlike the previous morning, I didn’t wake her, instead carefully slipping out from under her and dressing quietly before heading up the stairs. I paused for a moment, watching her sleep. Her hair was a mass of curls around her face, her long eyelashes resting on her cheeks as she slumbered. Her lips pursed as she shifted, her hand reaching for something. I slid the pillow I’d been sleeping on toward her, and with a sigh, she buried her face into it and kept on sleeping. I was unable to resist bending to kiss her cheek and stroking my hand through the curls. I loved her hair. It suited her—wild and beautiful—just like her.