Chapter 13 Kira #2
My fingers went to his sweaty curls, the braids and beads winding around my fingers as I held on. “Sweet Jesus.”
“No Jesus here. No God at the moment either, I hope. He won’t want to see what I do to you.”
I giggled because I couldn’t do anything else. And then I was arching up off the cushions as he twisted one, then two fingers inside of me and tasted every inch around and above.
My heel dug into his back and he groaned louder. The wet sounds made me glad I was still a little drunk or I would have surely rolled off the couch to die. I kept trying to get away from him, from the scorching pleasure I couldn’t comprehend.
He followed until we were at the other end of the couch. “I’ll keep chasing you as long as I have to.” He leaned back and swiped at his face with his forearm. “You taste amazing.”
“You’re killing me.”
He grabbed my ankle and pulled me back under him so he could slide his cotton covered cock over my sensitive pussy. He hovered over me, his knee pressed into the edge of the couch, caging me in. “I won’t be happy until you come for me again. I don’t care how long it takes.”
I reached between us, and into his boxers. Bold on wine and lust. And I needed a minute. I swear, my brains were scrambled from his touch. “What if I want a taste?”
His dark eyes went a little wilder.
I wasn’t sure that was possible, but here we were.
And it had been a damn long time since I had a man’s cock in my mouth. Funnily enough, it watered at the thought. Just what kind of wine had he bought me?
Or maybe it was just this man.
Open and so giving. I didn’t know what else to do, other than try to do the same.
As terrifying as that was.
He straightened up and I pulled down his boxers. He dragged in a ragged breath as I swirled my tongue around the flared head of him. He gripped the arm of the couch behind me and his whole body locked above me.
“Fuck.” His voice was little more than a guttural growl as he slowly slid his shaft over my tongue.
The room darkened a little as I got slightly overwhelmed at the angle. He pulled back, but I gripped his hip and blew out a slow breath through my nose as I took him a little deeper. He had more length than I could manage but the fullness and salt gave me a rush.
My pussy clenched in reaction as he slowly canted forward and back in my mouth. We found a rhythm and his whispers of praise left me shaking and wetter than before.
“Kira,” he groaned and I held on. He tugged my hair. “Baby, I’m way too close.”
I gripped the base of him and kneaded his balls as I sucked.
He cupped the back of my head and pulled at my hair as he came. The quick bright flash of pain as he lost himself in me made me slide my other hand between my thighs to chase his orgasm with one of my own.
Ronan curled around me for a moment, breathing hard as his muscles slowly unlocked and he eased a knee back on the couch.
“Up for me, sweetheart.”
Disappointment lanced through me. I was so close, but I managed to get up on unsteady legs.
He stretched out on the couch then urged me closer. “On my face. Let me take care of you.”
“On your what?” Horror choked back the sparkly orgasm I’d been ready for a moment before.
He dragged me closer and turned me so I could straddle his chest. His hair was curling and wild around his face as he looked up at me.
He gripped my ass and pulled me higher until my knees hugged his damn ears.
“Take a gulp of wine if you need it, but I told you this isn’t over until you come again. ”
“I’m good.” The lie was there because I couldn’t quite get past the intimacy of my situation. What if I killed him, for God’s sake? Death by lack of thigh gap, news at eleven.
“No, you’re not. You’re pent up.” He kissed my inner thigh. “I’d never leave you hanging, even if my brain is scrambled eggs right now from your mouth.”
I spotted my glass on the floor and leaned down to get it, tossing the last of my wine back like a shot. I reached over him to put it down on the tiny end table at the other end of the couch and yelped as he lifted his chin to swipe his tongue over my center.
“Hang on to something, it’s about to get dirty.”
I gripped the arm of the couch and my other hand instantly went to his hair. “Ronan, you—fuck.”
He laughed against my pussy. Literally laughed and then melted my brain. I was already so close from before, from getting him off, from the warmth and the wine and the odd, wonderful night.
The last of the wine hit me, and I rolled my hips in time with his mouth, with his amazing tongue and fingers that knew me better than I knew myself.
I cupped my breasts and the swirl of his tongue found exactly what I needed. I shook above him as darkness and streams of light shifted together like cosmic puzzle pieces. I rode the roughness of his chin, the softness of his mouth and the wicked edge of his tongue until everything faded but Ronan.
I sagged over the back of the couch and couldn’t seem to catch my breath.
He grinned up at me, nipping my knee. “Goddamn, woman. Let me go again.”
“God, no. I’m going to pass out.”
He laughed and lifted me up and over his shoulder.
“Ronan! Did you hear what I said?”
“I did.” He strode across the living room to the kitchen. He stopped at the pizza box and grabbed that and the bottle of red. He handed me the wine opener. “Round three!”
“No round three. You’re insane.”
But I was laughing as he took me to bed.
A drunken round three sounded really good right about now. Especially since I had condoms in my bedroom.