Willow
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S ilence filled the room. He had to know this was where we were headed, right? But Ronan was always so careful, of course he’d want to take things slow.
I just didn’t realize his level of slow would be a snail’s pace.
I rolled over to face him. The low light coming in through the open bedroom door reflected in his eyes as he stared at me.
“Are you sure?” he breathed. Reaching up, he tucked my hair behind my ear. “I’m not expecting anything.”
Without a word, I leaned forward and pressed my mouth to his. He was still for a moment, like he was scared to move. But then I ran my tongue along the seam of his lips, and it was like opening a cage.
His fingers dove into my hair, and he gently gripped the strands as he rolled me onto my back. He hovered above me, just like he had the other day on the beach. I spread my legs, and he slotted between them like he was made to be there.
My body trembled with each roll of his hips against my sensitive core, the aching need building inside me again. I wrapped my arms around his broad shoulders, my fingers digging into the hard muscles of his back.
“I want to taste you, but I’m about to explode,” he rasped against my lips.
“Next time.” I dragged my fingers through his hair and tugged on the ends, smiling at the sound he made. “Do you have a condom?”
Reaching across the bed, he fumbled in his nightstand for a minute before leaning back on his knees. Our eyes met and held. I could sense the question before he asked it.
“I’m sure,” I told him.
“You understand what this means?”
I wanted to scream at him to just fuck me already, but I wouldn’t. Instead, I took a deep breath.
“You’re mine, Ronan Caldwell. And I’m yours.”
He reached up and yanked his shirt off over his head, giving me the first glimpse of his strong, broad body. It was too dark to fully see, but that wasn’t what tonight was about. Next time, I’d ogle him. I’d lick every inch of him. But tonight…tonight was about connecting. It was about finally coming together.
I ran my hands over his stomach, feeling the ridges of his abs and the softness of his hair. It took me back to that moment a year ago when I saw him wipe the sweat from his brow, watched his abs glisten and his hair stick to his skin.
I can’t believe this is my life .
“Your turn,” he rasped, tugging on the end of my shirt. I hesitated for only a moment. It was dark after all. He couldn’t see much. But then he flipped the lamp on and flooded the room with golden light.
I squinted, the sudden brightness nearly blinding me. But as everything came back into focus, all I saw was him.
He looked like a Greek god above me, his muscles flexed and rippling. Perfect . He looked perfect.
His throat bobbed as I dragged the shirt over my head. “I haven’t worked out in a while,” I admitted, laughing nervously. He didn’t say anything—his eyes took in every inch of exposed skin.
I didn’t know why I was so anxious. He’d already seen me naked last night, so this was nothing new. But I hadn’t seen him look at me. He hid in the shadows behind the door. I could pretend like he wasn’t there, like I was home alone.
Now I had to watch as his eyes roamed over me, lingering on my full breasts and soft stomach.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed. “ Perfect .”
If it were coming from anyone else, I wouldn’t have believed them. But it was Ronan. He never said anything he didn’t mean.
His words gave me the last bit of confidence I needed to lift my hips and drag my panties awkwardly down my legs. He helped me pull them the rest of the way off with a small chuckle, then tossed them to the floor with the rest of our clothes.
He was still in his sweatpants, and his cock strained against them, begging to be let free. My mouth was dry as he wrapped his hand around the waistband, his eyes on mine.
“Last chance to back out,” he said, and I gestured to myself.
“I’m naked in your bed,” I grumbled. “Please, just fuck me.”
He laughed again, but it was cut short when he pulled his sweatpants down his strong thighs and kicked them off with far more grace than I would’ve had. I could barely focus on that, though. Because his cock was big—bigger than I had anticipated when I felt it in his pants.
There was a thick vein wrapping around the length of him, and his tip was a deep red shade. Precum leaked from it, and my mouth watered. He gripped himself, pumping his fist a few times.
“Stop looking at me like I’m just a piece of meat,” he teased, and I rolled my eyes.
“That’s all you are.” I grinned as he shook his head, a smile creeping along his lips. His hands shook as he ripped the condom open and rolled it down his length. “Are you nervous?” My voice was so quiet, I wasn’t sure he’d heard me.
But then his eyes met mine, and he nodded. “I’m so fucking nervous. I haven’t been with anyone in a decade. I feel like?—”
“Like a virgin?” I huffed out a laugh. “Me too.”
“I’ll go slow,” he said softly. He leaned over me, propping himself up on his forearms by my head.
I rested my hands on his biceps, stroking my thumb along his smooth, warm skin. His lips pressed gently to mine as he guided his cock to my entrance.
“Breathe, baby,” he murmured. “Breathe for me.”
He was bigger than my vibrator, bigger than any man I’d ever been with before. My breath was caught in my lungs as he stretched me, the size of him almost too much. But he paused and stroked my hair gently from my face.
“You’re alright, baby.” He kissed the tip of my nose, then each cheek before finally kissing my mouth. His hand snaked between our bodies, and he found my clit again.
He rubbed small circles until I was writhing beneath him. With a snap of his hips, he slid deeper, stretching me more. But it wasn’t as painful anymore.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He dropped his forehead against mine as he pulled out before slowly sliding back in. “I’ve dreamed about this for—” He cut himself off and bit his lip.
“I have, too,” I admitted. His eyes flew open. They were only an inch from mine, but I saw everything in them. Everything he felt but was too scared to say.
Instead, I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him closer. He buried his face in my neck as he pushed deeper, settling himself all the way inside me. I’d never felt so full before— so loved .
I pushed the word away and focused on this moment. His fingers gripped my ass as he spread me apart, angling himself deeper. Slowly, he dragged his hips back before he pushed in. It was an agonizingly slow pace, and I groaned.
It felt good, but I needed more.
“Harder,” I gasped. “Faster.” He pulled away to stare down at me, unsure. “You won’t hurt me. Just use me, Ronan. Use me to make you feel good.”
His neck strained as he pulled out again, almost all the way. But this time, he slammed back in, his hips slapping against mine. The headboard banged into the wall, and I braced my hands on it.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “God, can you feel how deep I am?” His hips pressed flush against mine, and my eyes rolled to the back of my head. A gasp caught in my lungs as he pressed even deeper, letting me feel every inch. “Fuck, you’re doing so good, baby. I’m so proud of you.”
Warmth spread through my body at the praise. I didn’t know I’d love it so much, but god, it was driving me insane. He leaned back on his knees and gripped my waist, dragging my ass onto the tops of his thighs. My back arched, and my legs were spread wide as he fucked into me at a faster, harder pace.
Each brutal thrust made my breasts bounce. The headboard kept hitting the wall, and a scream ripped from my throat. Sweat beaded along his forehead before dripping onto my body.
“Rub your pussy,” he gasped. “I want you to come again.”
His hips snapped forward, the tip of his cock hitting me so deep, all I could do was scream. My shaky hand moved down my body until I got to my clit.
“That’s it,” he grunted. “Fuck. You’re such a good girl, doing what you’re told.” His gaze stayed between my legs, sweat beading along his forehead as he watched his cock fill me. “You look so fucking good taking my cock, baby. Your pussy is stretching around me—so fucking tight and wet.”
My hand was a blur, each swipe sending electric zaps through my body. I screamed his name, and he dropped his head back, the veins in his neck straining.
“I wish there wasn’t a condom separating us,” he muttered. “I want to feel your pussy raw. I want to fill you up with my cum until you’re stuffed and overflowing. I want you to walk around this fucking town with my cum seeping out of you so everyone knows who you belong to.”
Fuck .
My toes curled as I wrapped my legs tighter around his waist. His hands slid up my body to my breasts, and he roughly squeezed them. Suddenly, he bent forward, wrapping his lips around my peaked nipple.
I cried out at the sensations rushing through my body. His thrusts never stopped, never got gentler. He fucked me hard and fast, until I was shaking and barreling toward a release I knew would shatter me.
His teeth sank into my nipple, and that was it.
My back bowed, my body tensing and convulsing as wave after wave of pleasure washed through me. He grunted and groaned, his fingers digging into my waist as he fucked deeper into me, pushing his cock in as far as he could.
With an animalistic growl, I felt him spill inside me—in the condom. He froze, his body like marble as he rode his release with me.
I panted, trying to catch my breath as I ran my fingers through his hair, waiting for him to come back down. Finally, he pulled away, his eyelids hooded.
“Are you alright?” he murmured, kissing one eyelid, then the next. “Did I hurt you?”
I knew my smile was lazy as I threw my arms around his shoulders. “I feel amazing.”
He kissed me again and held me tightly to his chest. I’d never felt like this before—this warmth filling my chest. It bloomed and spread to every corner of my body, of my soul.
Gently, he pulled out and rolled off the bed. “Stay here,” he said softly. “I’ll get a cloth to clean you up.”
I opened my mouth to protest, but he just lifted his eyebrow in a way that said he dared me to argue. So, I grinned and relaxed into the pillow with a sated smile. He disappeared into the bathroom, and just a few moments later was back with a damp washcloth.
He sat between my legs, and I felt my face heat with embarrassment. “You don’t have to?—”
“Let me take care of you,” he grumbled, swatting my hand away. The cloth was warm as he cleaned me up, his eyes fixated on the spot between my legs. I could tell all the gears in his head were working, but I didn’t know what he was thinking. Was it good? Did he hate it? Was he regretting it?
He disappeared into the bathroom, and when he came out, he grabbed a pair of briefs from a drawer and another T-shirt. “Sit up,” he instructed, and I did. I let him drag the shirt on over my head, then watched as he flipped the light off and settled into bed beside me. “Come here.”
I slid my body against his and rested my head on his chest. His heart thundered beneath my ear, but quickly slowed to a normal pace. He dragged his fingers along my back in long, soothing motions.
“Thank you,” he finally said, his voice almost too loud in the quiet room.
“For what?”
He was quiet for a moment. “For trusting me,” he murmured. “For wanting to be with me.”
Tears burned the back of my nose as I nestled closer to him and pressed my lips against his chest. “Thank you for choosing me, too,” I whispered.
Neither of us spoke after that. His heartbeat thrummed steadily, gently lulling me to sleep.