God, she’s spectacular. The smooth lines of her neck and shoulders, her full round tits, narrow waist, protruding hip bones. I get on my knees in front of her and lean in, running my tongue down her belly. I pull her panties off and slide them down her legs, kissing as I go. I let them drop to the floor and turn my attention back to her phenomenal body.
“Where should I start?” I ask. I pull down my underwear, releasing my very solid erection. I love Selene’s hungry expression as she looks at me.
“Ronan, you better put that cock in me,” she says, her voice breathy.
I climb onto her and lean down, pressing the tip against her opening. She widens her legs, tilting her hips into me.
“Do you need me to get a condom first?” I ask, speaking low into her ear.
“I have it covered,” she says. “I need you. Now.”
I thrust into her and she clutches my back. I groan into her neck. Holy fuck, she feels good. Even better than I remembered. How is that even possible? I’m overcome, consumed with a heady surge of passion. I slide out, reveling in the feel of her sweet folds surrounding me, and plunge in again. I don’t want to lose myself too quickly, but she’s intoxicating.
“I don’t think I can do slow and sweet with you.”
“I don’t like slow,” she says, meeting my eyes, “and I’m not sweet.”
I keep my cock buried in her, as far as I can go, and kiss her mouth. Her tongue slides along mine, hungry for me. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
“I don’t care,” she says, her voice tinged with urgency.
I hold myself up with one hand and grab her ass with the other. She pulls her knees up higher and groans as I start moving in and out.
The rush overtakes me, sending me flying. I want to make this last, but her heat beckons me on, and I thrust faster.
“Fuck, Ronan,” she says.
Her pussy tightens around me and I almost unleash. I slow my pace, drawing out the agonizing bliss. I’m ready to burst inside her, my cock pulsing. I almost can’t think, my mind and body consumed.
Selene’s eyes are half-closed, her lips parted. I devour her mouth, the pain in my jaw disappearing in the mind-numbing flood of pleasure. She presses her hands into my back and grinds her hips against me as I pound her.
An orgasm hits me out of nowhere, knocking the breath from my lungs. My body stiffens as I release into her and I feel her pussy pulse around me, heightening the pleasure. I keep thrusting while she calls out, the waves of my climax washing over me, filling me with ecstasy. I don’t stop until she’s finished, plunging into her over and over while she comes.
I touch her face with a gentle hand while we catch our breath. I’m as high as I’ve ever been on a wingsuit jump, but it’s more than the euphoria of adrenaline and danger. I’m sated and content, but still fully alive. I don’t understand how she makes me feel this way.
“God, Selene, I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” I kiss her lips softly, careful not to hurt her. I’m still inside her, but I’m not ready to break free. “You’re incredible.”
She kisses me back, running her hands through my hair. I enjoy the feel of her for another moment before I get up. She stands and smooths down her hair.
“I’ll be right back.” Her eyes linger on mine for a moment before she heads for the bathroom.
17: Selene
I slip into the bathroom and close the door behind me. I’m somewhere between “floating on air in bliss” and “banging my head against the counter at my stupidity.”
I just fucked Ronan. My boss. On my couch.
And holy hell, he was incredible.
All that pent-up desire I’ve been trying to deny flooded through me at his touch. I knew I was a goner as soon as I came downstairs and saw he’d made me breakfast. After the way he comforted me last night and held me while I slept, a crack in my carefully crafted facade began to grow. I could feel it opening, letting in Ronan’s heat. It made me crave him all the more, and when he touched me, I was done for.
But I might have just made a very big mistake.
I take my time cleaning up, to give my head a moment to clear. I want to tell myself the only reason he rocked my world is the fact that it’s been so long since I’ve been with someone. My self-imposed dating moratorium, and subsequent time spent dating Aidan, means it’s been months—a lot of months—since I’ve had sex. But I’d be kidding myself if I try to believe that. I know it isn’t true. Ronan got under my skin five years ago, and he just reminded me why.
I come out of the bathroom to find him back in the kitchen, dressed in just his boxers and open button-down shirt. God, he looks sexy like that.
He gives me a relaxed smile. “I think our breakfast got cold. Maybe we should just go out.”
I smooth down my hair, although I already fixed it in front of the bathroom mirror. I feel like I need to keep a little distance between us, so I sit down on the bar stool across the island.
“Sure, we could do that.”
He pauses with his hands resting lightly on the countertop, and meets my eyes. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.”