10. Ronan
ronan
. . .
With a few simple sweeps of my tongue against hers, I’m gone.
Since our last kiss I’ve thought of nothing other than putting my lips on hers again. And other things.
I’ve never randomly got hard just thinking about the curve of a woman’s lips as she smiles, the way her hands move as she uses her camera, holding it like it’s something precious to her.
I’ve fucking dreamed about her. I was excited when I saw the polaroid’s she sent me, but that was nothing compared to the fucking vision strolling into my house earlier.
The dress isn’t overtly sexy, it’s short and shows off her legs but it’s kind of demure. Nothing like that sexy red dress I first saw her in. But it’s been driving me crazy all night.
One tug and the tie at her waist comes undone, spreading the fabric to reveal the tan skin of her stomach, the silky fabric of her bra. Fuck I want to bite her tits, suck on them, fill my mouth with them.
My brain is firing in a thousand different directions, thinking of all the things I want to do with her. With no hesitation, she slips the dress off her shoulders, and it pools at our feet, leaving her in matching black lingerie.
“Christ,” I mutter, taking in every inch of her, cataloging every little freckle, every dip and curve. I don’t know where to touch her first.
Before I decide, Cora steps into me and puts her hands on my waist.
“Keep up, Ronan.”
Then she lifts the hem of my T-shirt. I help her out, pulling it up and over my head. Her eyes trace my body, the tattoo on my pec muscle. Lower and lower. That perusal has my dick hardening so fast, it’s almost painful, pushing against my zipper.
Cora quickly deals with that too, tugging it down and pushing at the jeans so they drop down my legs. I step out of them and kick them away. I kind of like her taking over but holding back on touching her is killing me.
She lets out a little sound of surprise as I reach around and cup her ass, kneading the flesh through the silk panties.
Her breath comes in small pants as my hands slip beneath the fabric.
I keep one hand inside the back and cup her jaw with the other, tilting her mouth up to mine. I can’t wait a single second more.
She falls into the kiss like it’s the only thing in the world that she wants to do. I don’t stop kissing her as I dip my other hand down into the front of her panties. Cora parts her legs, and I push a finger through her folds, hot and wet and so ready for me.
“You’re stunning,” I murmur against her mouth, not giving her a chance to respond as I devour her again.
Cora clutches my biceps, holding herself upright as I add two more fingers, pushing in and out in a steady rhythm. A beat starts up in my head as I work her body.
As I pump into her, my fingers trail along the crack of her ass and she moans. Good to know. She grabs onto my underwear and tugs it down. When she takes hold of my cock, I almost lose my mind.
Fuck I need to slow this down. I want to savor her, worship her, but she is making me crazy.
I remove my fingers from her pussy and grab her ass again, lifting her. Cora understands my intention and hops up, her legs wrapping around my waist. We kiss over and over as I turn and head down the hallway.
My house is one story, with the bedroom easy enough to get to. I walk in and kick the door closed, then move to the bed, lowering her down and climbing over her.
“Now you’re the one slacking.” I trace her jaw with my finger, following it with kisses, down her collar bone, between her breasts.
A small lace flower sits on the center clasp of the bra.
I pop it and both sides of the bra fall away, revealing her tits to me.
“Fucking hell,” I take one in my hand, then do what I’ve thought about too many times, sucking a nipple into my mouth .
“Yes,” she sighs, cupping the back of my head. “Fuck me with your fingers,” she says.
“Are you bossy in bed, Cora?”
“I know what I want.” She gives me a stare that’s full of lust and promise.
Who am I not to oblige? My fingers go back between her legs, slowly moving in and out. “You’re fucking dripping all over my bed, baby. Your greedy pussy is desperate for this, isn’t it?”
“More,” she moans.
I press another finger inside and my thumb to her clit. Her back arches off the bed, and I go up on my knees, pressing between her breasts to lower her back down. She bucks, almost like she’s fighting me, but I pin her down and fuck my fingers into her faster, harder.
Then I steal her breath, swallow every pant and moan as her hips lift and drop. Fuck I need to taste her. She lifts her head as I pull out my fingers, an angry little scowl on her face.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I tell her. She’s about to protest but I slip back, dropping my knees to the floor. I grab her thighs and spread them wide, opening her up to me.
My gaze locks onto the perfection of her pussy, dripping with her arousal. Leaning down, I spread her wider with my thumbs, then bury my tongue inside her. Cora cries out and her arms go above her head, fisting the sheets.
I spear my tongue in and out of her, flicking her clit, then going back in, repeating the motion until she is screaming. When she’s almost there, her hips lifting and her pussy clenching, I press two fingers in and suck her clit into my mouth.
“Ronan,” she cries out and her hips thrust up. I grab her ass, holding her up as I delve in harder. Hearing her scream my name is like a fucking red rag to a bull.
She’s still working through her climax as I sit back, grab my aching cock and guide it to her opening.
“Can I?” I ask. I’m not asking permission to fuck her, that’s inevitable. I just need inside of her, but I can’t do that without being certain she is okay with me fucking into her bare.
“Yes, I’m good, you?”
My answer is to thrust into her. Jesus fuck. “Oh god, you’re tight, so fucking good.” I move up onto the bed, crawling over her and kissing her. Letting her taste herself. Some women don’t like that. Cora isn’t fazed. She kisses me like her life depends on it.
I can’t stop. I’m like a wild animal, and Cora gives back as much as I do, her hips rising to meet every thrust. I’ll never get enough of this, of her. She wraps her legs around my waist, her feet on my ass tugging me into her.
In the middle of this, I’m thinking about all the other ways I’m going to fuck her. If I have my way, she isn’t leaving this bed.
Her hands go to my chest, and she pushes me.
“What?” I blink as she moves, sitting up and pushing me with more force.
With some kind of crazy hip action and grip of her thighs, she shifts me, and I roll over onto my back, staying inside her as she straddles me, gripping me tight inside of her. Damn this woman.
Cora arches her back and grabs her tits, riding me hard. She looks like a fucking goddess, and all I can do is watch her as she takes what she wants. My hands fall to her hips, dragging her over my cock.
“You feel so good,” I grunt out. “That’s it,” I coax. “Ride my cock, take everything you want.”
Her hands drop to my chest, and she leans down, her hair falling around my face. She slows the rhythm, rising and falling in deliberate strokes.
No woman has ever taken control of me like this. It’s right, fitting, that she is like this. It’s inherently more sexy that Cora knows what she wants.
We stare at each other, her eyes have softened, and the desperate need to fuck is dissipating as her hips roll slowly, her fingernails biting into the skin of my chest. Everything centers on us, around this moment.
I’ve never experienced anything like this.
Pure ecstasy, but there is something deeper here.
“You feel it?” I ask.
She understands what I’m asking, and her head dips on a nod. Cora cups my cheek and lowers her lips. They come together in a slow, deliberate kiss, our tongues stroking in rhythm with her hips.
The beat starts up again, like the sound of my drums, matching how my heart is thudding in my chest.
I’ve got no idea what she is doing but Cora has bewitched me. She’s taking over my every sense. My fingers glide over her skin. Over her back and her tattoo. I almost imagine I can feel the dragon.
The need to come takes over. I’m so fucking desperate to fill her. The urge to pump into her builds, but Cora cups my face and leans back. Our eyes remain firmly locked on one another as her body tenses and shudders, the telltale tightening of her walls around my cock. I push up as she bears down.
We never lose eye contact as she whimpers. I grab her wrists holding her against me as my cock pulses.
Cora moans and thrashes as her eyes squeeze shut.
“Watch me,” I whisper.
Her eyes open and she loses it, dragging me with her. I want her to keep moving, but she stops, using the muscles of her pussy to grip me, milk every last drop out of me as she lets out a sharp cry. I grunt as I keep coming, and she rides out every aftershock, rocking her hips.
When the pleasure subsides and I’m breathless, she drops onto me, and I hold her against my chest. Our hearts crashing against one another.
Cora pulls away, but I take hold of the back of her neck. “Stay.”
Her brow creases a little as she looks at me, as she takes in the word. I’m not sure what I’m asking, but it isn’t just about staying here like this, our bodies pressed together. Her eyes flick back and forth on mine as she tries to read me.
A few long beats of silence grow between us, then she sighs. It’s a sweet sound, followed by the words I’d hoped for.
“I’m not going anywhere. ”
The ache in my chest goes away even though my heart keeps thundering. I don’t know what this is, but I’m not done with her. In this moment, she’s mine. All mine.
I grab her hips and lift her. Her palms fall to the bed above my head as I drag her body up and over me, sliding down the bed so her pussy is lined up with my mouth.
“Ronan,” she protests, but it dies on her tongue as I push mine inside of her, tasting our mixed release but not caring one bit. She only hesitates a moment, caught between embarrassment at what I’m tasting, and the way I’m making her feel.
I grip her hips and lap and suck until she’s panting and writhing again. Right after she climaxes, I roll her over, move over her body and push my already hard cock back inside her.
“Ronan,” she whispers my name this time.
One thought solidifies in my mind. She might not like it, in fact she’ll probably argue with me, and I sincerely look forward to that.
“I’m not letting you go, Cora.”
And just like I thought, her brow arches. I thrust into her. She melts, along with any argument.
Later, after a shower and some snacks, I lay behind her, soothing a hand over her hair as she toys with my fingers on her stomach. The sky is going pink outside the window. This moment is perfect.
“‘Truly, Madly, Deeply’,” she says. “That is the next song.”
I know it, a song from the late nineties. The meaning is clear, at least, I hope it is. This could be the start of something.
It’s too fast. I don’t believe in falling for someone this fast. We’ll both fight it, but it will be futile. Something is happening here.
Because she’s Cora, the unapologetic, self-aware woman that she is, she tilts her head back to look me in the eye. “It’s perfect. Just like me.”