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She wastes no time in pulling her shirt over her head. Once the material hits the floor, she looks up at me.
"Your turn."
I pull my shirt off and gesture to her pants.
She unbuttons them and slides them down her legs, kicking them into a neat little pile on top of the rest of the clothing. Then she gestures to me with a smile. She's enjoying this little game.
I take my pants off, but I have nothing else on, and I'm guessing she wasn't expecting that. Her gasp is audible. I grab her around the waist and tear her panties off, then I unclasp her bra. I toss her on the couch and kiss her as my hands find her soft folds. My fingers enter her roughly. She's soaked.
"Oh, my God. Ronan! Fuck!"
I pump my fingers in and out of her. Each moan, each cry of delight hardens my cock further. As the pleasure builds within Cheyanne, I watch her squirm on the couch, her body writhing under my touch. Her skin glistens with sweat as her breaths come in ragged gasps. I can't help but revel in the power I have over her, knowing that I'm the one driving her to such ecstasy.
She arches her back, her nails digging into the leather upholstery as she bucks against my hand. I can feel her walls clenching around my fingers, hungering for more. With each thrust of my hand, I push her closer to the edge.
"Please," she pleads, her voice dripping with need. "I want you inside me."
"Not until you come," I tell her.
As Cheyanne writhes in pleasure on the couch, I can't help but feel a surge of dominance and control. Her body tenses and quivers beneath my touch, urging me to take her further, to push her boundaries. I am captivated by the raw desire that emanates from her in the way she surrenders herself so willingly.
I lower myself onto her, my mouth capturing hers in a passionate kiss. Our tongues dance together hungrily, intensifying the heat between us. The taste of her lips ignites a fire within me, fueling my hunger for her.
My fingers curl inside of her, and she arches her back. Then I lower my head between her thighs and begin licking her clit.
Cheyanne's body trembles under the onslaught of my tongue, and I relish every gasp and moan that escapes her lips. The taste of her arousal is intoxicating, driving me to explore every inch of her with my mouth. I flick my tongue over her sensitive bud, teasing and coaxing her closer to the edge.
Her legs wrap around my head, pulling me impossibly closer as she grinds against my face. The desperation in her movements ignites a primal possessiveness within me, fueling my need to claim her completely. With each swipe of my tongue, I push her further into the abyss of pleasure.
As Cheyanne's moans grow louder and more desperate, I increase the pressure of my lips against her clit, sucking and nipping at it with enough force to send waves of ecstasy crashing through her. Her body tenses beneath me, muscles coiling with anticipation.
"Ronan," she breathes, her voice filled with longing.
I can feel the immediate surge of pleasure coursing through Cheyanne's body as my tongue expertly flicks against her swollen bud. She lets out a guttural moan, her hands gripped tightly onto the cushions, her legs trembling with anticipation. Her hips lurch against my mouth, urging me to continue my ministrations.
I delve deeper into her wetness with relentless fervor. The taste of her arousal floods my senses, pushing me to devour her even more. I circle my tongue around her clit, applying just the right amount of pressure that has her squirming and gasping for breath.
“Ronan,” she cries. “More, please, more!”
Her moans echo throughout the room, growing louder and more desperate with each flick of my tongue. I know she's close and on the edge of surrendering herself completely to the pleasure that I'm giving her. I can sense it in the way her thighs clench around my head, trapping me in her ecstasy.
As she approaches the peak of her pleasure, I increase the intensity of my movements, twirling my tongue around her sensitive bud with an unyielding desire to bring her over the edge. Her body tightens, all muscles coiling and ready to release.
A wave of pure bliss washes over her as she reaches her climax. Her back arches off the couch, a primal cry escaping from deep within her throat as she shatters under the intensity of her orgasm. I continue to lap at her dripping core, prolonging her pleasure until it becomes almost unbearable.
Finally, when she can take no more, I withdraw from between her trembling thighs and rise to my feet. Cheyanne shakily sits up on the couch, her chest heaving as she tries to catch her breath. I can see the dazed look in her eyes. It’s a mixture of satisfaction and desire that fuels my own hunger.
I stand up to adjust my position and give her a moment to recoup. My erection is throbbing, aching for release as I stand before her. Her gaze flickers down, her pupils dilating with raw need.
She reaches out for me, her fingers trailing along my chest and down to my hardened length. The touch is electric, and I hiss through gritted teeth. But this isn't about me. This is about giving Cheyanne what she wants and needs.
I guide her hand away from me, shaking my head slightly. “Not yet,” I murmur, my voice low and husky. "I want to taste you again."
I lower myself back onto the couch, positioning myself between her legs which are still trembling with aftershocks. The scent of her arousal lingers in the air, drawing me closer. My tongue darts out to wet my lips as I hover over her drenched folds.
With a primal growl, I dive in once again, devouring her with an insatiable hunger. Her back arches off the couch. My tongue slides along her slick entrance, exploring every crevice and curve.
Her taste is intoxicating. The sweetness mixed with the tang of desire sends a surge of pleasure through me. I feast upon her hungrily once more, lapping at her clit and thrusting my tongue deep inside her.
