I was totally naked on top of him, he was still dressed… and as he groaned with pleasure, I’d never felt so fucking sexy in my life.
His big, strong hands… his big body beneath me, making me stretch my knees wide… Christ, he was an animal. A tamed animal, in this moment… letting me have my way with him as he groaned and grunted with every thrust.
I couldn’t get enough.
“Yeah, baby… Fuck, that’s good,” he growled, helpless.
I pulled his hair so his head snapped back. I looked in his eyes. They were sex-drunk, and I kissed him deeply. We were fused at mouth and sex, and I never wanted to let go. I wanted to suck him dry… and then do it again.
I wanted to make him come.
I wanted him to lose that tight control he always had over himself and everything around him. I wanted to drive him to orgasm, make his body rock and tremble and explode with pleasure that he couldn’t control.
So I kept fucking him, harder. His dick was like velvet-coated steel, and the way he was breathing, there was no way he could hold on very long.
“Babe…” He squeezed my hips, trying to slow me, but now I was fucking drunk—on his pleasure. I couldn’t stop. “Sweetheart, slow down,” he practically begged me.
“Don’t… wanna…” I gasped between kisses as I plundered his mouth.
He kinda chuckled into our kiss and slapped my ass again. “Then you better keep up with me,” he growled.
He shifted his hips, sliding down a few inches in the seat, taking me, impaled on his dick, with him. The new angle dropped me tighter against him and gave my clit all the feels as I dragged back and forth, riding him a little slower. I had to slow down now and catch my breath.
It was getting fucking hot in here.
“Look at us, keeping warm…” I panted over him.
He licked his lip as he watched me riding him. Then he shoved a thumb between us, massaging my clit—and sending shivers of pleasure through my core. I made a desperate mewling sound that he seemed to like, a lot, as my body shuddered and my hips lost their rhythm.
“Yeah, Summer… let’s get you off…” he muttered, as he watched his dick disappear into me again and again. I rode him slower and slower as his thumb worked its magic… those incredible, warm shivers rippling through me, building toward climax.
Then he caught my left nipple in his teeth. He sucked it slowly into his mouth and teased with his strong tongue, and I shuddered in all the right places.
Deep inside, I felt the first deep pulses of orgasm, and I gasped.
“Yeah, fuck, Summer. Come on me.”
Oh, yeah. I was not gonna last. Not gonna win this sweaty, desperate race to push him over the finish line first.
Oh well.
I squeezed down on his dick, deciding not to worry about triggering his orgasm. If he came, he could shove me off and pull out like he’d promised.
I trusted him enough, and he was strong enough.
So I just enjoyed what he was giving me… that fullness inside me… Giving in to it, my body softening, the rhythm of my hips getting looser as I flowed over the first waves… And then the lightning bolt shot right through me, gripping me, inside-out. My pussy seized on his big cock. A scream tore from me and I slammed my hand on the ceiling, pushing myself down on him. My hips bucked and he swore softly, holding his rigid, muscled body completely still.
He was holding back. Letting me finish first.
Like the gentleman he was.
I rode him wetly as my body shuddered with the pleasure. I was slippery beyond reason, with the release of all this pent-up lust I’d had, for him, for too damn long.
“Oh fucking hell,” I moaned, shimmying my hips against him a little with the aftershocks, “… that was good.” I blinked my way to seeing again; everything had gone pretty fucking galactic there for a bit.
Ronan’s face looked up at me, his brown eyes in a daze. “That was… beautiful,” he said, entranced, as his hands slid up my body and cupped my breasts. He squeezed, and I picked up the rhythm, riding him a little faster. He was still rigid, and his breathing was rough and unsteady.
“Tell me…” I said. “Tell me when you’re close, baby.”
“Yeah… fuck… now.”
I shifted off him, but instead of wrapping my hands around his dick to jerk him over the finish line, I scrambled into the other seat on my knees and leaned over him. I swallowed the head of his cock, and my hands strangled the base of his shaft; I couldn’t take all of him in my mouth. Not even close.
I could taste myself as I slid my lips down over him, wrapping my tongue around him… but I could taste him more. That salty, needy warmth as he stiffened inside me. He groaned, digging his hands into my hair. Then he squeezed my hair in his fist, pulling on it a bit as I sucked him off.
Three. Long. Sucks.
That was all it took.
Then his cock spasmed in my mouth, his hips bucked, and his pleasure erupted from deep inside. His come shot into my throat, coating my tongue in thick waves.
I swallowed it all.
He made the sexiest, most desperate growling noises, and somewhere in there, I heard my name.
I laved his shaft and his head until he was finished.
Then I came up for air, falling back on my seat.
Jesus Christ.
“Why the hell were we not doing that from day one?” I panted.
“Uh… because I’m a fucking idiot,” he said.
We both just lay sprawled and panting for a long moment.
Then it started to get cold. We looked at each other.
I fucking laughed.
Ronan kinda smirked. He still looked dazed, and his usually neat hair was nicely
