“I missed you,” he told me, grinning. “All of you.” His hands came up to grasp my breast, fingers traveling inward until he was holding me only by my nipples. He squeezed, and I gasped.
“Sensitive there, aren’t you?”
How did I even go four months without feeling Ronan wrapped me?
I nodded, my eyes widening again as another surge of pain—and pleasure—came from his probing fingers. “Yes!” I gasped.
He twisted, hard enough to make me feel the burn as my nipples stiffened and grew in his fingertips. Pressing his mouth to mine again, he slid his arms around my back and lifted me.
He looked down at me, drawing me into his gaze. “Let me do all the work,” he told me, as he quickly undressed and went to his knees.
Thank God.
This was my favorite part about Ronan—he always knew the right way to use his mouth.
I watched as he pushed my thighs wider and moved his head toward my throbbing pussy.
“Oh my—fuck,” I whispered, trying my best to keep quiet, then I thrust my hips forward with haste.
He started slowly at first, teasing me until out of nowhere, he started devouring me, and I couldn’t find the words to scream. My hands ran through his hair, then lowered to clutch his neck as my orgasm hit. I arched, almost falling off the edge of the bed.
He held me firmly and began licking again as soon as my breathing slowed.
He glanced at me briefly, then, before I knew it, his head dipped and he was back to eat my pussy, while his fingers found their way to my clit. My teeth were clenched, and when he started tongue–fucking me, I groaned, and my shaking thighs involuntarily gripped his head.
“Baby,” I moaned, as I felt a second orgasm wash me. “God, yes!”
My legs shook as I draped them over his shoulders, and after a minute, I pressed my body against him. Then, I gripped his head in my hands.
“You make me…” I gasped. “I can’t even…”
He stood up, then, without missing a beat, captured our lips again. “Taste your cum on my tongue.”
I threw my head back, but not before he kissed me again, and I tasted myself.
“Your pussy is so wet,” he whispered.
“Because of you.” I looked into his eyes, losing myself again. I couldn’t form sentences as he dropped his boxers. I drop to my knees, where I can see how hard he is. He grasps it at the base, slowly stroking its length. As my lips closed over the head, my fingers went to massage his balls.
“You’re gonna suck, or you want me to face-fuck you?”
I swallowed. “Option two.”
He slid into my mouth, first with ease. Then after a while, he sped up, moaning softly and muttering curses.
His hips thrust forward harder, pegging the head of his cock against my throat, and I gagged.
He paused, then looked down at me. “You okay?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
“Relax your throat,” he whispered, and I did, allowing him to push further.
“Good girl,” he praised, then slid forward in my mouth again.
I gasped loudly, strings of saliva streaming from my lower lip onto my breasts.
He cupped my cheek. “Dio, sei bellissima così.80”
