Page 43 of Save Me
“I believe it.” His thumb joins in below, drawing slow circles over my clit as he strokes in a skilled, unhurried rhythm.
If he keeps this up, I’ll be sitting in wet lace all night long. “Wait.” I wriggle my hips, working my panties down.
He frowns curiously. “You said no sex, right?”
“A girl can change her mind.” Or rather, my body has changed it for me.
Heat blazes in his eyes as I hike my gauzy skirt up around my waist until the cool metal of the fridge presses against my bare skin and my lower half is exposed. “Don’t get my dress dirty.” It’s already going to be creased.
“I’ll try.” He steps back and guides my panties the rest of the way off, setting them on the desk. But instead of unbuckling his pants, he drags the chair over and settles into it.
His intentions are clear the moment he guides my legs over his shoulders. “You know how long I’ve been thinking about making you come on my tongue?” His hot breath skates across my bare flesh, his gravelly voice stirring a hum deep inside me.
“Get on with it, then,” I rasp, my body trembling as my nerves erupt over how exposed I am, even in the dim light.
Ronan leans forward.
I cry out at the first swipe against my core and spend the next few moments trying to process the reality that I’m sitting on the minifridge in the Sea Witch hut with Ronan’s face buried between my thighs, the fine stubble from his jaw scratching against my sensitive flesh. It normally takes me months to trust any man before I can allow him here. But with Ronan, things are different. I feel safe.
“Do you enjoy doing that?” I ask after a moment.
He pauses and pulls away to look up at me with hooded eyes. “Do I enjoy eating your pussy?”
I swallow, his dirty words spiking my pulse. “Yes.”
Holding my gaze, he seizes the backs of my thighs with strong hands, hiking my legs up until they’re completely folded at the knees and spread wide. A billow of gauzy pink fabric bunches around me.
I grip the corners of the fridge beneath me to keep from sliding off—not that Ronan would ever allow me to fall.
“It’s the best thing I’ve ever tasted in my entire life.” He leans in and pushes his tongue into my center.
A breathless “oh my God” escapes me. I gasp as I feel it slide deep inside, and then he’s devouring me, his lips and tongue teasing and swirling and stroking, while the firm grip on my thighs never relents. The fleeting thought of fingerprint bruises skitters through my mind but vanishes in the next moment when he releases one leg, freeing up his hand to thrust two fingers inside me.
“Watch,” he demands softly.
A guttural moan crawls out of my lungs as I do as told, as he pumps mercilessly and my body respondsshamelessly, his fingers slipping in and out without resistance. Have I ever been this wet for a man before? It won’t take long for me to orgasm. In fact, it’ll be a record. I can feel it building along my spine.
As enthralled as I am by this erotic spectacle, I struggle to keep focus, my head falling back as all my senses are consumed by Ronan. It’s almost too much. He’s almost too much.
I’m caught off guard a moment later when Ronan’s slippery fingers slide out of me and glide farther back. “One day, when we have the time, I’m going to lick every fucking inch of this gorgeous, tight body,” he promises, stalling at the puckered skin. “There won’t be a part of you that I can’t perfectly see every time I close my eyes. That I won’t know how it feels.” He gently prods, his meaning clear. “But right now, I need you to come. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes?” It comes out like a breathless question. Ronan sounds like he’s in pain.
“Good girl.” His mouth on me again, this time sucking on my clit while his fingers thrust at a new, punishing beat meant for one reason and one reason only.
I reach down, collecting a fistful of his hair as I roll my hips in tune with the rhythm, my body coiling tighter and tighter as I watch, vaguely aware of the pinkie finger that prods, invading a part of me that has never been touched by a man before. Cody tried, but I refused. With Ronan, though, it doesn’t faze me. All I want to do is come for him.
And a moment later, I do.
In a wave of shudders and cries, my orgasm explodesin the tiny Sea Witch hut, every muscle in my body tightening as he drags the euphoria out of me. My hips grind against his face without concern for anyone but myself and chasing this high for as long as I can.
When the moment finally fades and my body is nothing but a quivering, boneless rag, Ronan jumps to his feet. His fingers quickly work over the buttons of his dress shirt, stripping it off and tossing it to the desk in record time.
I watch with eagerness as he unfastens his pants, pushing them and his briefs down in a rush, and suddenly, his perfect, taut body is in front of me, his hard length looking ready to explode. He takes a step closer, stroking it once … twice… before angling the swollen head toward my center.
“Fuck me,” he mutters, stalling.
“I’d really like to.”
