Chapter 5 #2
"Don't what?" He chuckled lowly. "Weren't you waiting for me?"
"I wasn't!" I nearly jumped. "I was just tired... I wanted to soak a little... Who knew you'd come back so soon?"
He laughed softly, then turned and pinned me against the edge of the pool. In the dim light, I couldn't clearly read the emotion in his eyes, but I could feel the scorching heat of his gaze, even hotter than the bathwater, threatening to burn me.
I couldn't take it and looked away.
"Look at me," he said, turning my face back toward him.
"I—you—don't—"
Before I could finish, he kissed me hard.
"Still Damascus rose."
His kiss lingered, deep and demanding. He pulled back just enough to let me catch my breath.
One hand clamped the back of my head, fingers tangled in my wet hair, holding me in place as his tongue delved in again.
It twisted and explored every inch like he owned it.
The taste of him, smoky and masculine, mixed with the faint mineral tang from the water, had me moaning into his mouth.
His other hand slid down my side. Then he reached over to the side ledge and grabbed a small jar I had barely noticed before. Honey. Thick, golden honey. My eyes widened in surprise.
Ronan smirked with that wicked grin. He lifted me out of the water with effortless strength and set me on the cool marble edge.
The steam swirled around us. The air felt electric.
He popped the jar open and tilted it, drizzling the sticky liquid first over my chest, right onto my hardened nipples.
The honey pooled and dripped in slow, viscous trails.
It was warm from the bath's heat. Its sweet scent bloomed in the air and mingled with the lingering rose aroma.
He poured more, letting it cascade down my stomach, over the curve of my belly, and straight between my legs. It coated my most sensitive spot in a thick, golden layer. I gasped at the sticky warmth clinging to my skin and teasing every nerve.
"Ronan..."
He leaned in and started at my collarbone. His tongue flicked out to lap up the first drops. Hot, deliberate strokes traced the path of the honey down my neck. He sucked lightly at the skin, making me arch.
"Look at you, covered in honey like my sweet little treat," he murmured against my skin. "I'm going to lick every drop off this gorgeous body."
He moved to my cleavage, licking in broad, hungry swipes and gathering every bit.
Then he zeroed in on one breast. His mouth closed over the nipple, pulling it in deep.
His tongue swirled around the honey-coated peak and sucked hard.
He tugged with his teeth, gentle but firm, before switching to the other.
He left both glistening, wet, and aching.
My hands fisted in his hair. My body trembled as he worked me over.
The sweetness turned salty with my sweat.
His tongue trailed lower. It swept across my abdomen, circled my navel, and dipped in to tease out the honey pooled there.
I squirmed as heat built fast. He did not rush.
Down he went, burying his face between my thighs.
His tongue parted my folds with expert precision and lapped at the mix of honey and my own slick arousal.
He focused on my swollen clit, flicking and circling, then sucked it between his lips while his fingers joined in, probing and stroking.
My legs shook violently. Water splashed around us as I bucked. "Ahh..." I cried out softly. I tried clamping my thighs around his head, but he pried them open with strong hands and held me wide open.
"So fucking sweet," he growled between licks.
The dual assault pushed me over. My back arched sharply. My walls clenched in spasms. The orgasm crashed through me like a wave. I shuddered hard, breathless sobs escaping as pleasure ripped through every nerve.
Panting, I snatched the honey jar from his hand. My turn. I squeezed a generous glob into my palm. The sticky warmth coated my fingers as I wrapped them around his cock, already rock-hard and throbbing. I stroked from base to tip, smearing the honey all over. It glistened on his thick length.
He groaned low. His hips jerked at the touch. "Fuck, your hands feel so good like that."
Emboldened, I bent down. My tongue swirled around the head, licking up the honey and tasting the mix of sweet and his salty precum.
I sucked deeper. My lips stretched around his girth as my throat worked to take more.
Wet, slurping sounds filled the air as I bobbed.
Honey and saliva dripped down my chin and onto my chest. He grabbed the back of my head with one hand and fisted my hair with the other, guiding the rhythm and pushing me down further until he hit the back of my throat.
I gagged a little but kept going. The messy sounds and the filthy heat of it only made me wetter.
He sped up, thrusting into my mouth. Honey flew in sticky strands.
Finally, he drove deep one last time. His cock pulsed as he came, hot cum flooding my throat, thick and sweet with the honey.
I swallowed what I could and gasped for air as he pulled out. The overflow spilled down my lips.
Still breathing hard, he hauled me back into the water and positioned me against the smooth stone edge.
My back pressed to it. My legs spread wide over his arms. With one powerful thrust, he buried himself inside me.
The honey-slick length slid in deep, bottoming out at my core.
The heat of him filled me completely. The angle was so perfect it hit every sensitive spot right away.
"God, you are so tight," he groaned.
He pounded hard. Water churned into waves around us and splashed everywhere. Reaching for the jar again, he scooped more honey and drizzled it right where we joined. The sticky sweetness heightened every slide, making the friction slippery and obscene.
Then he flipped me over. My hands gripped the edge, and my knees rested on the shallow steps. From behind, he slammed in again. My ass cheeks rippled with every heavy smack. Water slapped loudly against skin. The angle was brutal and deep, making me cry out with each thrust.
He shifted, sitting on the stone bench and pulling me onto his lap, facing away, my back to his chest. From below, he drove up fiercely.
One hand snaked around to rub my clit, forcing me to ride him.
I bounced desperately on his cock. The hot water enveloped us.
Bubbles foamed. Our skin slapped together slick and loud.
My moans echoed off the walls. The air grew thick with rose and honey scents.
Tension built again. My body tightened until I shattered, clenching around him in waves of ecstasy. "Ahh... Ronan!"
Only then did he bury himself one final, brutal time. He held me tight as he followed, pulsing deep inside me. Both of us were spent in the steaming haze, bodies trembling and breath ragged.