Chapter 28 #2
The ride back to Callahan House is charged with tension. Instead of the hostile and angry energy from the early parts of our marriage, it’s more anticipation and excitement. It’s the fact that we’re so completely attracted to each other we can’t behave for much longer.
By the time we pull into the driveway, we’re both feeling worked up, ready to tear off our clothes.
We barely make it through the bedroom door.
His mouth covers mine as it’s swinging shut behind us, the kiss hungry and demanding. Fingers sliding into my hair, his grip is deep enough to tilt my head back. He kisses me so intensely it’s clear he has no plans of letting go any time soon.
I can’t say I do either as I grab fistfuls of his dress shirt and mold myself to him. Our mouths fuse together as we taste each other and a rush of endorphins hit.
Ronan swipes at my bottom lip then delves his tongue deep, so aggressive and dominant it’s hard to keep up. He sends a tremor rocking its way down my spine.
But I give as good as I get. I tease him back, nipping at his lips to his low and throaty grunt of approval. His way to declare he wants more.
We stumble toward the bed less than well-coordinated in our haste, bumping into the dresser and accidentally causing a ceramic vase to titter precariously close to the edge.
Only a split second later, my heel catches on the area rug and I pitch sideways, almost falling entirely if not for his fingers in my hair and hand on my hip.
We break apart long enough for breathless laughter that he quickly muffles against my mouth with another kiss.
“Careful,” he murmurs, his hand steadying me.
“Make me,” I purr, the corner of my mouth quirking.
His eyes darken. The laughter dies, no longer to be found. “Don't tempt me.”
He finds the zipper on my dress and drags it down slower than necessary, holding my gaze with his own vibrant emerald eyes.
Goosebumps raise on my skin as we do. His wide, tattooed hands peel away the dress, sweeping down my spine as it falls away, and I’m left in only my lacy bra and panties and the stilettos I wore tonight.
He makes it no secret his gaze travels over the length of me.
Ravenous hunger fueled by desire so intense it’s visceral.
“Look at you,” he rasps, voice hoarser than usual. His gaze drags back up to meet mine. “So gorgeous. So goddamn sexy. Every single fucking inch of you. You know exactly what you do to me.”
“Less talking,” I reply coquettishly, reaching for his shirt. “More touching.”
He releases a laugh as low and guttural as his voice, and then he’s claiming me by the mouth again.
More heat flushes onto my skin. More tremors rack through me.
I flick my tongue back to his and focus on unbuttoning his shirt. I’m reaching the last button within a few seconds, spreading the fabric open and pushing it off his shoulders.
Our breathing grows heavy in between kisses until Ronan’s impatience kicks in and he spins me around.
My back to his front.
Suddenly I’m pulled against the solid wall of his chest and his hard erection is poking against my ass.
His lips graze over the curve of my neck, breath warm and ragged. My eyes flutter shut as my head falls to the side, giving him access to whatever he wants.
“You feel what you do to me?” he growls into my skin. “How fucking hard I am for you right now? How badly I want you?”
I almost smirk. “Then stop making me wait.”
The groan he exhales against my neck sends a vibration straight through me. It winds up fueling the arousal heating me up from the inside, making my pussy throb.
He reaches up and unclasps my bra. The straps are still sliding down my arms when his palms are cupping my breasts and giving them a firm, appreciative squeeze.
Then he bends me over the edge of the bed and strips off my panties. Cool air brushes my naked skin, but the shudder I let out is more about the anticipation as Ronan’s belt clangs and he undoes his pants.
He’s grabbing me by the ass and thrusting himself inside me before I can even prepare myself for how intense it’ll be. The moan I release is shameless and throaty, eyes screwing shut and fingers twining in the fabric of the duvet.
Ronan stretches me like he always does, making me feel so full and complete that he becomes all I know.
He’s everything in this moment as he grips my flesh and braces himself over me, and then his hips start to move.
I don’t hold back, crying out and rocking my body back against his. He’s so damn big, so damn thick, his strokes so damn smooth and deep, I’m already on the edge.
We’ve been through hell in recent weeks. The pleasure chemicals rushing me are a welcome change to my nervous system.
“YES!” I scream, fisting the duvet. “Fuck my pussy with your big fucking dick!”
He rumbles out a growl in answer, the primal and masculine sound straight from his chest. His pace increases, hips slamming forward in faster and harder thrusts.
I love every second of it, as the large bed rocks and creaks and our bodies become slicked with heat.
He pushes me down ’til my face is buried in the duvet and my ass is round and raised high. Squeezing my flesh tighter, he spears into me and forces more sharp cries out of me.
I can only take his huge dick as he fucks me, his strong hands gripping me so powerfully I’ll have bruises tomorrow.
More than welcomed as my ass bounces back and my pussy swallows up his dick.
He’s so deep, I question how it’s possible. But mind hazy and pussy gushing with pleasure, it doesn’t even matter.
I’m basically babbling as I cry and whimper and he fucks away.
The orgasm comes almost out of nowhere. One thrust, the pleasure is a pool I’m diving into. By the next, it’s washing over me, submerging me in its deep waters.
My spine bows and pussy contracts, gripping at him even tighter. He smacks a hand to my ass and pumps into me faster, dragging his dick back and then sliding deep.
Completely lost to my orgasm, I hardly notice. It doesn’t even register with me when Ronan rolls me onto my back and resettles between my thighs.
“I’m not done with you yet,” he growls, his hips gyrating.
His stroke’s slower but just as intense. If anything it’s even worse, the unhurried pace stimulating the thousands of nerve endings inside my slick, sensitive pussy. My hands wander up his broad, tattooed chest, and I pull him down for more kisses.
We move together, panting and kissing and barely holding on. I’ve already come, yet I’m close again.
My pussy’s clenching around Ronan’s dick, pleasure radiating through me. It’s as he’s switching up the motion of his hips and grinding against me that the next orgasm hits.
I freeze up under him, sinking nails into his broad shoulders. Ronan merely grunts in response and grinds harder, his dick buried at just the right angle.
He can only hold on for so long himself as my hot, wet pussy pulsing and fluttering around him proves to be too much. He crushes his lips to mine a final time, and then he’s spilling inside me, his large, muscled body tense and shuddering.
It takes minutes before we’re over the pleasure that’s washed us out.
Ronan drops his head to my chest and nuzzles his face to my breasts, my heart racing just under him.
“Ronan…” I mutter.
He kisses my chest and produces a grunt thick from his throat in answer.
“Thank you…” I say. “For tonight. For everything.”
He lifts his head and looks at me, his piercing green eyes more unguarded than I’ve ever seen them. He squeezes at my hips and then moves up to press his lips to mine.
“Don't thank me, princess,” he says. “We're a team, remember?”