“I don’t want to hurt you,” he says, his voice low. His fingers brush my folds and I try not to moan. “But I will drive you crazy, like you drove me crazy today.”
He slips a finger inside and I arch my back, trying to get more. He presses against my ass, not letting me move.
“Not yet,” he says, circling his wet finger around my clit. I shudder and bite my lip again. “Fuck, Selene, I want to taste you. Look at me.”
I turn my head over my shoulder and watch as he slides his fingers into me, then brings them to his mouth and licks. His eyes flutter closed for a second and I see the tight grip he’s trying to maintain on his self-control start to waver. He puts his fingers in again, rubbing me just how I like it, hard against the front of my pussy where I’m so sensitive. Relief floods through me as he rocks my hips back and forth, letting me grind against his hand.
“Is this what you need?” he asks.
“God, yes.”
He slides his fingers out and I’m left panting, my arms starting to ache. A whimper escapes my lips.
The bed shifts beneath my knees and suddenly Ronan is lying on his back, his head between my legs.
“Get down here,” he says. “I want my mouth on you.”
He pushes my knees apart, widening my legs, until I’m straddling his face. The new angle relieves the strain on my arms, but his mouth on my pussy almost sends me tumbling over a cliff. His velvety tongue slides up and down, putting exquisite pressure on my clit. I moan as he licks me, clamping my mouth shut so I don’t make too much noise. I’m afraid if I talk, he’ll stop what he’s doing, and I need him to make me come. I need it so bad I can hardly think.
He drags his tongue in and out of my pussy, his hands grabbing my ass, rocking me back and forth over his mouth. I’m rolling toward climax, my core clenching. He sucks on my clit and I throw my head back, unable to contain the shriek that rips from my throat.
He stops, holding me right on the edge, his tongue suddenly soft and gentle. I try to grind into him, but he grips my ass with hard fingers and stops me from moving.
“Not yet, dirty girl,” he says, and flicks my clit again. “You didn’t have my permission to make noise.”
He gets out from under me while I take panting breaths. My entire body aches for release. I’m so desperate I’ll do anything he asks.
He runs his hands along my arms and loosens the knot at the headboard. With my wrists still tied together, he turns me over onto my back and kneels in front of me. He still has his pants on, although at some point he took off his shirt. I don’t remember him doing it. He leans forward and kisses down my arms. “Do your arms hurt? Is this better?”
I nod, still breathing hard.
“Tell me what you need,” he says.
“I need you inside me,” I say, barely able to get the words out.
“What do you need inside you?” he asks, brushing his fingers up my thighs. “My fingers? My tongue?”
“No.”
“Tell me.”
“I need your cock inside me,” I say. “Please, Ronan.”
“I need it, too,” he says, his voice a low growl. “I’ve needed it all fucking day.”
He pulls off his pants, his thick erection springing in front of him, and sinks on top of me, his chest over my hips. He runs his tongue up my stomach as he crawls forward. When he gets to my breasts, he lingers, tracing my nipple with his tongue.
“Fuck, Ronan, please,” I say.
He kisses higher, and I feel the tip of his cock teasing outside my opening. I want to grab his hips and push him into me, but my wrists are bound. I’m helpless, totally at his mercy. He nibbles my collarbone, digging in his teeth until it almost hurts.
With a hard thrust, he plunges in. I close my eyes, reveling in the feel of his thickness stretching me open, filling me completely.
“Are you okay?” he asks, speaking low in my ear.
His sudden concern for my well-being unmakes me, opening me to him more fully than I’ve ever been. “Yes,” I say, almost breathless. “Just make me come. Please. I can’t stand it anymore.”
“Neither can I,” he says. “I’m going to make you come. Then I’m going to come in you so fucking hard.”
He picks himself up, holding onto the headboard with one hand, giving me a perfect view of his exquisite body. His broad chest, muscular arms and shoulders, the hard edges of his abs. He drives into me, fierce and frenetic. I lose myself, any sense of control I had completely gone.
“Yes, fuck yes, harder,” I say. There’s no more punishment for talking. He gives me what I need, his cock so deep, his pelvic bone grinding against my clit with every thrust. My eyes roll back in my head, and the power, the agony, the bliss all sweep me away. My muscles tense, so tight I can’t breathe.
And then, the release. Blinding waves of pleasure tear through me. Ronan’s cock pulses and we both call out, primal and unrestrained. I’m soaring, free-falling through nothing. Ronan doesn’t stop, his hips driving hard.