The boat brushes against a rock in the water, and he catches me as I lose my grip on the headboard, pinning me down onto his mouth again, but further back.
He places his tongue at my entrance, teasing the soft hole as I feel him take his cock in his hand. He nudges me gently with his other hand, and I lift off his mouth to let him speak.
“Is this what you want?” he asks. “Do you want to feel me come undone?”
I can’t see him touch himself, but I can feel it in his feelings. It’s unbelievably hot. His body can barely handle the feeling of his hand pulling his foreskin over the swollen head of his cock. His hips jerk, and he has to let himself go for a moment before he loses control.
“I want you to bring yourself so close you can barely stand it. And then I want you to fuck me. Will you do that for me?”
“Gods, Sylvie,” he says, kissing my clit and raising my heart rate through the roof. “I’ll do anything for you. But first, I need you to come for me.”
Then he pulls me down onto him again and thrusts his tongue inside me. He fucks me with it relentlessly as I grind on his face, grabbing his hair and pulling his head into me until his tongue is as deep inside me as it can go.
His hair is going to be an absolute mess, and I do not give one solitary fuck.
He moans into my wet heat as he jerks himself off, and I swear to all the gods it’s the hottest sound I’ve ever heard. I’m pretty sure I could come from hearing it alone, even if he wasn’t touching me at all.
But he is touching me. Touching me and kissing me and ravishing me with his lips and tongue, his mouth warming from the heat building within me. His face is red beneath me, his eyes closing from pleasure, hands gripping my thighs and reaching for my breasts.
And then he’s pulling me back to suck my clit so hard I see stars as he thrusts a finger inside of me.
I can’t hold on. My body’s desperate need for release can’t be denied, not while I can feel his feelings in my mind. Not while I can feel him in my body.
I cry out, covering my mouth to muffle the sound as I buck my hips into his mouth, hearing him moan and let go of his dick just in time to stop his own release as I ride the waves of mine.
“I need—I need—” I say, the words refusing to form as my thoughts are swallowed in my ecstasy, my body shaking and clenching on his finger, on his tongue, my legs squeezing his head.
“I know what you need,” says Ronan, pulling me back and down onto his cock. I’m so soaked from his mouth that he slips all the way in, opening me in one single thrust.
He groans, low and guttural, a primal sound that makes my eyelids flutter, that makes my knees shake and my back arch.
Fuck,thatsound.
And thefeelof him. He feels enormous inside of me, as hard as he’s ever been, and I fucking love it. I love knowing I’ve made him feel this way. And I love the stretch of my body around him, the last of my climactic contractions helping me adjust to him.
It’s so good to feelfull. To feel all of him inside me again.
“Is this alright?” he asks, his body tense.
“Gods, yes. Fuck me,” I beg, and he sits upright, pulling me to him and kissing me as he thrusts up once before throwing me back onto the bed underneath him with his cock still within me.
He leans over me, pulling out and then thrusting back in one more time before closing his eyes and stilling, his face hovering inches above mine.
“What’s wrong?” I ask. I know he’s close and likely wants to make it last longer, but I can feel that it’s not the only issue. I reach up and brush his lips with my fingertips.
“Nothing,” he murmurs, kissing me softly and looking deep into my eyes. His hand brushes my hair from my face, and his touch is so gentle, so feather-light that it nearly breaks my heart.
He’s looking at me with so much love in his eyes I can hardly stand it.
His lips brush mine as he reaches his hand into my hair to pull my face up to his, to press his cheek on my cheek. We’re as close as two people can be. “This is the only place in the world where everything is right,” he whispers. “This is the only thing in the world that I need. You and me. I don’t want to be anywhere else but here, with you, forever.”
Forever. I should be afraid to hear it. I should be terrified or full of doubt, especially after everything I’ve just been through. Especially considering that this is what life with him will always be like, always in danger from someone or something. I’ll always be worried for him, or he’ll be worried for me, or both.
And yet I feel nothing but comfort when he says it. Because it’s exactly as he says: nothing in the entire world feels right but this.
“I will love you until the day that I die, Ronan,” I say, pulling back so I can look him in the eyes as I say it. “And the day after that too.”
“And the day after that, Sylvie,” he says, kissing me softly at first but then deepening the kiss until he’s claiming my mouth with his tongue again. Until he’s thrusting inside me, and I’m gasping against him.
