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As I continue to pleasure Cheyanne with my mouth, her moans fill the room, mingling with the sound of our breaths intertwining in a symphony of desire. The taste of her arousal on my tongue is like a drug, addicting me to her pleasure, pushing me to explore every inch of her quivering core.
Her hips buck against my face, urging me deeper, and I willingly comply. I take her swollen nub between my lips, sucking gently and flicking my tongue against it in a rhythm that matches the increasing tempo of her gasps and cries. Her body writhes beneath me, the intensity building within her like an inferno ready to consume her whole.
I reach up with one hand to grasp her breast, squeezing and teasing her hardened nipple between my fingers. The combination of pleasure from both ends ignites a torrent of sensations throughout Cheyanne's body.
"Please fuck me, Ronan!" she begs.
With one last flick on her clit, I move up her body and position myself at her entrance. I can see the desperation in Cheyanne's eyes, the raw need that consumes her.
Her body is aching for release, and I can't deny her any longer. With a slow, deliberate thrust, I slide into her wetness, feeling the tightness wrap around me. She moans out my name and arches her back, urging me to move.
I start with a steady rhythm, my hips grinding against hers, each thrust pushing us closer to the edge. The sounds of our bodies colliding fill the room, mixing with our gasps and moans. I grip her hips firmly, my nails digging into her skin as I increase the intensity.
Cheyanne's hands grip the cushions beneath her, her knuckles turning white as she clings onto anything for support. Her legs wrap around my waist, pulling me deeper into her. I bury myself inside her over and over again, losing myself in the primal pleasure that engulfs us both.
Our bodies move in a dance of carnal desire. We push each other to our limits, exploring every angle of passion and vulnerability. The sweat drips down our bodies, mingling together as our pace quickens.
I lean down to capture her lips in a searing kiss. Our breathing becomes ragged, the tension mounting with every thrust. It's an unspoken understanding between us that we're both on the precipice of release.
I feel Cheyanne tightening around me, her walls clenching as she nears her peak once again. Sensing her impending orgasm, I increase the pace and depth of my thrusts, determined to send her tumbling over the edge.
Her moans and gasps grow louder, filling the room as pleasure courses through her veins. I can feel the heat radiating from within her, a sign that she's rapidly approaching her climax. I can't deny the primal urge that takes over me. I want to witness her unravel under my touch.
With one final thrust, I bury myself deep inside her, hitting that sweet spot that sends shockwaves of ecstasy through her body. Cheyanne's back arches off the couch, her nails digging into my back as she cries out in pure pleasure. Her walls clench around me, pulsing with each wave of her orgasm.
I can't hold back any longer. The intensity of her release triggers my own impending climax. I continue to move within her, riding out the waves of pleasure coursing through us both.
As our orgasms collide, a shudder runs through me, and I spill myself deep inside Cheyanne. The release is powerful and all-consuming, leaving me breathless and weak in its wake.
We collapse onto the couch in a tangled mess of limbs and sweaty bodies. Our chests heave in unison as we try to catch our breath, basking in the aftermath of our shared pleasure.
I turn my head to look at Cheyanne, still dazed from our encounter. Her eyes meet mine, and in that moment, I see a reflection of our raw desire and connection. No words are needed.
Our bodies have spoken for us.
CHAPTER 17
Cheyanne
I feel completely sated. My body is relaxed and tingly. Ronan was incredible just now. What a performance. That tongue...
I shiver just thinking about it. He lays beside me on the couch, one arm behind his head. The picture of ease.
"Did you know," he asks casually. "That wrestling is the world's oldest sport?"
My mind was so far away from this topic that it takes me a moment to answer.
"Um, yes, actually. I did. They found paintings in caves thousands of years ago."
He nods. "I think that's awesome. I feel like it gives it more meaning."
I pause. I never thought about it like that before. "Yeah, I guess it kind of does. I feel like, despite the brutality of the sport, it's really very intimate."
"Yes! It is. It's just everything. Ever since I started wrestling when I was a kid, I knew that's what I wanted to do. It was just my thing."
You can tell just by his tone how much he loves the sport. And I guess that's what it's all about. You do have to love it in order to participate. It's certainly not for everyone.
Ronan moves away from me and stands up.
