Chapter 5 #2
“Beautiful,” I whisper, trailing my fingers along her collarbone. “Every inch of you.”
Her hands fumble with my shirt buttons. “You too. Please.”
I strip quickly, efficiently, never taking my eyes off her. When I’m down to my boxers, I lower myself over her again, the contact of skin against skin drawing groans from us both.
“Tell me what you want,” I say, kissing down her throat.
“You. Just you.”
I unclasp her bra, revealing full breasts that fit perfectly in my hands. I take one nipple into my mouth, circling it with my tongue, drawing a gasp from her.
“So responsive,” I murmur against her skin. “So perfect.”
My hand slides between her legs, finding her already wet through the thin fabric of her panties. “Look how ready you are for me.”
She arches against my touch. “Please…”
“Please what?” I tease her through the fabric, watching her eyes glaze with need.
“Don’t tease.”
“Tell me what you need.”
“You,” she gasps. “Inside me.”
I hook my fingers into her panties, dragging them down her legs. “Spread your legs for me. Let me see that pussy.”
She complies, face flushed but eyes determined. I kneel between her thighs, taking in the sight of her completely bare before me, illuminated by Christmas lights.
“Good girl,” I praise, watching her reaction to the words. Her pupils dilate, body responding. “Look at you opening for me. Look at that glistening pussy ready and waiting for my cock. But not yet.”
I lower my head, tasting her with a long, slow lick.
She cries out, hips bucking against my mouth.
I hold her thighs apart, devouring her like a man starved.
Her hands tangle in my hair, pulling just enough to make me growl against her.
I flatten my tongue on her clit as I slip a finger inside her tight pussy.
Fuck, she feels good. I need my cock inside her.
“Ronan—” she gasps, thighs trembling.
I pull away, making her whimper. “Not yet.” I crawl back up her body, kissing her deeply so she can taste herself on my tongue. “I want to be inside you when you come.”
I strip off my boxers, my cock heavy and aching between us. Her eyes widen at the sight.
“Worried?” I smirk.
“Y-yes. I don't think that will fit.”
“It will, sweetheart. Your body was made for me.”
“O-okay.”
“I’ll go slow.” I position myself at her entrance, the head of my cock teasing her wetness. “Until you beg me not to.”
I push in slowly, watching her face as I fill her inch by inch. Her body stretches around me, so tight it takes every ounce of control not to slam into her.
“That’s it, baby. Take all of me.”
“Ronan, it’s so good. God.”
I begin to move, setting a slow pace, letting her adjust to my size. Her nails dig into my shoulders, her hips rising to meet mine. Beneath us, the lights of the tree reflect off our sweat-slicked skin.
“More,” she says, wrapping her legs higher around my waist. “Deeper and faster.”
I growl, picking up the pace. “Greedy girl.”
I lift her suddenly, carrying her to the wall without breaking our connection. I pin her there, driving up into her from below, using the wall for leverage. Her head falls back, exposing her throat to my mouth.
“This body,” I grunt between thrusts. “Every inch is mine.”
“Yes. Yours. Take me, Ronan.”
I carry her back to the floor, this time lying on my back, positioning her above me. “Ride me,” I say. “Show me how much you want this.”
She straddles me, sinking down on my cock with a moan that nearly undoes me. My hands grip her ass, guiding her movements. She’s glorious above me—hair wild, breasts bouncing, face transformed with pleasure.
“Look at you, sweetheart. Taking me so well. Such a good girl.”
The praise makes her clench around me, her rhythm faltering. I sit up, wrapping one arm around her waist, the other hand tangling in her hair to pull her face to mine.
“Are you close?” I ask against her lips.
She nods, eyes half-closed. “So close.”
“Come for me.” I shift my angle, hitting deeper. “Now, Rayne.”
She shatters around me, her inner walls clamping down so hard I follow immediately, emptying myself inside her with a hoarse shout. We cling to each other, trembling through the aftershocks, our skin damp and hot despite the cool air of the room.
Slowly, I cradle her against my chest, my heart feeling like it’s about to escape its cage. My head spins, my emotions all over the place.
Above us, the Christmas lights twinkle, casting multicolored shadows across our entangled bodies.
“I think,” I say after our breathing has calmed, “we should finish decorating the tree.”
She laughs, the sound vibrating against my chest. “Maybe we should put some clothes on first.”
“Eventually.” I stroke her hair, enjoying the weight of her body on mine. “No rush.”
Looking up at the half-decorated tree, with Rayne warm in my arms, I realize something that should terrify me but doesn’t: For the first time in years, I actually want Christmas for myself.
And I know with absolute clarity that when the weekend ends, I’m not letting her go.