“So very gracious, indeed,” Ronyn allows, submitting to her.
Rule number four: Give her what she fucking wants.
“But if I make you come this time, I get full permission to be absolutely insufferable about it later,” he adds.
Jax smiles, her lips full of temptation and taunting.
“Deal. Now wash the forge off you, Ronyn. You’re not leaving this room until you deliver.”
Ronyn has never bathed so quicklyin his life. He scrubs his body raw in less than sixty heartbeats, plunging himself under the water like his life depends on it happening as quickly as humanly possible.
It doesn’t.
But gods, it feels like it.
Jax lies naked and waiting on the bed, legs spread wide like temptation given form.
Ronyn slides out of the bath, stumbling over his own feet.
“You look absolutely fucking delectable, Jaxxy,” he praises, his voice dropping low and heady.
He approaches her, cock already beading at the tip.
Jax’s finger finds her clit, and she arches her back off the bed in pleasure, a drawn out, soft moan escaping her lips.
“Then come devour,” she purrs.
And Ronyn accepts the invitation like a man starved.
He drops to his knees at the end of the bed, hooks his arms around her thighs, and drags her ass to the edge for better access.
She drags her hand away—a subtle invitation.
Ronyn’s mouth finds her pussy instantly.
He licks her, plunging his tongue into her center, and not stopping until the tip of his tongue drags all the way to her clit.
“You taste so fucking good, Jaxxy,” he groans, and her hips grind against his mouth for more friction.
His tongue laps at her pussy, swiping, licking, tasting her center like a man possessed.
“A little to the left,” she groans, trying to move her hips.
He obliges, willing to give her the exact pleasure her body demands. Ronyn is nothing but accommodating with his lovers—he prides himself on it.
He moves to the left, applying the same steady pressure his lovers have taught him to apply. Ronyn has always believed that pride has no place in the bedroom. A smart man listens to his lovers and willingly acquiesces—wonderful training, he always thought.
“No,” Jax instructs. He stops immediately. “Use your fingers.”
Ronyn drags his head from between her legs, wiping her from his face with a feral grin. “As you wish, my lady,” he obliges.
Ronyn plunges two fingers into his mouth, and licks them thoroughly. He glides them in, feeling her squeeze around him. He does it slowly, allowing her to adjust. He curls them just slightly, hitting that spot that so many women love. Thatsheloves—though he’s now questioning that.
“Faster,” she instructs again, tone brash, moving her hips awkwardly.
Ronyn picks up the pace, and her hand finds her clit.
“No,” she snaps. “That’s not it.”
