Page 79 of Ruthless Savior
“Slow,” I groan as I slip my fingers under the edge of her panties.Christ, she’s already wet for me. “Slow and firm.Fuck, like that… yes.Christ, you’re a quick learner, Leila.”
I can practically feel her glow from the praise, and I hear a soft moan slip from her mouth as she slides her hand up and over the length of my cock again. Her palm rubs over the head,her fingers searching out and teasing the underneath, and I feel a dangerous jolt of pleasure ripple through me.
“Fuck, that’s good,” I breathe as I slide two fingers through her folds, all the way up to her clit. I feel her fingers curl against my shoulder, her nails sinking against the fabric of my sweater as I start to stroke her clit, timing my rhythm with her strokes along my cock. Leila’s lips part, her breath coming faster, and I know I can make her come like this.
She’s new to all of this. Every touch, every sensation, it’s all new. I can see the wonder of it in her eyes, hear it in her sharply indrawn breaths, as she learns what it’s like to have someone touch her like this, play her body like a finely tuned instrument.
That thought, the reminder that I’m her first, the first one to ever touch her like this, has me so close to the edge that it’s an effort to hang on to my orgasm. I grit my teeth, stroking her clit firmly as I feel her muscles tense, her hand on my cock bringing me closer to the brink with every passing second.
Her fingers brush my base, her rhythm changing to short, quick strokes, and my head falls back as I flatten my hand against her abdomen and press my thumb to her clit, rubbing back and forth as I bring my other hand up and slide two fingers into her. “That’s so fucking good, Leila,fuck?—”
“I—” She gasps as I thrust my fingers in and out. “I’m going to—oh god, Ronan?—”
I feel the moment she starts to come. Her body tightens around my hand, her clit pulsing as she arches up and bites her lip to keep from crying out, her hand stuttering on my cock. The break in her rhythm is the only thing that keeps me from coming all over us both, as I fight to hold back just long enough to stay with her through her climax.
The moment I feel her start to relax, I grab the nearest hand towel, shoving it between us as her hand moves over my length, and I start to come. My cock throbs painfully, and I grit my teethagainst a groan as I spurt over the luxury fabric, soaking it with my cum as Leila strokes me to a hard, messy orgasm.
“Fuck,” she breathes as she stares down between us, her hand still wrapped around my cock as cum drips from the head onto the hand towel. “That was?—”
“Something we can’t do again,” I tell her firmly as I step to one side, turning on a faucet to clean up. Leila slides down from the counter, tugging up her jeans and washing her hands, and neither of us looks at each other as I open the door for her to step out.
I’m sure at least one of the flight attendants is aware of what went on in there, but neither of them would dare say a word. We go back to our seats, and Leila pauses.
“I think I’m going to go lie down,” she says finally. “Good night, Ronan.”
I draw in a breath, meeting her eyes. I can’t read her expression, what she’s thinking, and I finally just nod. “Do you know where the bedroom is?”
“I’m sure I can find it.”
“Alright then.” I pause, wanting to say something more, but unsure of what that might be. “Good night, then.”
19
LEILA
I'm still shaking when I slip into the bedroom of the private jet, my legs unsteady and my heart hammering against my ribs. The door clicks shut behind me, and I can hear the attendants moving around, getting things together for dinner, probably. Meanwhile, I'm falling apart.
What the hell did I just do?
I press my fingers against my lips and try to make sense of what happened. He didn’t kiss me. Hehasn’tkissed me, not since that brief, perfunctory kiss at the altar. I can’t help but think there must be a reason for that.
But the rest of it…
One minute we were talking aboutnothaving sex, about needing for me to not get pregnant, about staying safe, about keeping our distance until this is all over. The next minute, I was pressed against the bathroom wall with Ronan's hands all over me, both of us completely out of control.
And God, it felt so good. Too good.
I egged him on. I know I did. I don’t remember half of what I said. I was so caught up in the moment,wantinghim. I’m still confused over what I felt when I walked in on him.
Startled. Hurt. Disappointed.
I hadn’t realized until that moment that he had no intention at all of repeating our wedding night. We’d agreed it was a necessity, but I thought once we’d done… that… we’d do it again. That if we slept together once, there was no point in denying ourselves in the future, for as long as we were married.
Clearly, I was wrong.
And I don’t fully understand why Ronan is keeping his distance.
It’s clear he wants me. It’s not for lack of desire. And if he’s so worried about a baby, I’m sure using a condom could take care of that. He might be so worried about it that he won’t even trust protection… but something tells me it’s not just that.
