17. Cheyanne

Ifeel 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.

"Bathroom," he murmurs at my questioning gaze.

I nod, feeling slightly awkward. I thought for sure things would be super weird since we just had sex, but it"s not. I"ve never done something like this before, never had sex with someone I work so closely with.

I hear the water turn on, and I wonder if he"s being so casual right now because that"s all he wants from me. Truth be told, Ronan can have any woman he wants. It would make sense if he thinks I"m just a one-night stand. My heart sinks a little at the thought.

If I"m being honest with myself, I want him again. The sex was incredible, and I"d love to feel him inside me once more. He brought me to the most mind-blowing orgasms I"ve ever had.

The more I think about that, the more I know what a bad idea it is. Both for future me, who has to get up in a few hours, and for present me. I"m not even sure if he feels the same way.

It was probably a fluke. He probably doesn"t want me again. If he did, he wouldn"t be lying here chatting about wrestling.

Fuck, what if he doesn"t want me at all? I have to work with this guy. How do I forget about tonight and move forward? My heart does a little pitter-patter as I hear the bathroom door open. The water is still running, and he comes out butt-ass naked.

"Want to shower?"

My gaze snaps to him. "What?"

He"s eyeing me hungrily. Those eyes of his come to rest on my tits.

"Come shower with me," he growls.

He walks over to me, takes both my hands, and pulls me to my feet. His hands move to my breasts where he pinches my nipples playfully. The smirk on his face tells me that he does, in fact, want me again.

He lowers his head to kiss me again, all the while backing me up into the bathroom. Since we"re already naked, we step right into the shower. The hot water cascades down in a warm torrent that feels utterly incredible.

His cock is rock hard and already probing my pussy. An ache forms deep within my core. I want him so badly.

"I"m going to fuck you into tomorrow," he mutters into my neck.

I gasp as his words send a delicious shiver down my spine. The steam from the shower fills the bathroom, enveloping us in a hazy embrace. My body responds to his touch, the ache between my thighs intensifying with each passing second.

In the steamy mist, our lips meet again, hungry and desperate. His hands roam freely over my body, gripping and caressing with an urgency that matches the pulsing desire within me. I surrender to his touch, letting him explore every inch of my trembling form.

The water cascades over us, mingling with our moans and sighs as our bodies move rhythmically together. Ronan"s thrusts are powerful and deep, filling me completely with each stroke. I cling to him, my nails digging into his muscular back as waves of pleasure crash over me.

With each thrust, the boundaries between reality and fantasy blur. Lost in the intensity of our passion, time ceases to exist. There is only this moment, this connection between us that transcends words and logic.

As he whispers promises of ecstasy against my skin, my body quivers in anticipation. The steamy air amplifies every sensation, heightening the raw intimacy we share.

Lost in the haze of pleasure, I surrender completely to him. My mind fills with sensations that drown out any lingering doubts or fears. At this moment, it doesn"t matter if I am just a one-night stand or something more. All that matters is the connection we share now.

His massive hands find my clit, and he starts to rub me gently. The urgency of our first time melts away to the slow, intimate pace he's setting now.

"I want you to come hard for me," he says quietly. "I want you to scream my name."

His voice, husky and commanding, reverberates through the steam-filled air, heightening the sensual atmosphere. Each word carries a promise of ecstasy that sends shivers down my spine. With every flick of his fingers, he brings me closer to the edge of bliss.

My body tenses with anticipation as he expertly strokes my sensitive nub. The pleasure builds within me, coiling tightly like a spring ready to release. I can feel the intensity of his gaze on me, watching my every reaction, eager to witness my surrender.

I arch my back, offering myself fully to him. The cascading water blends with our mingling moans and gasps, creating a symphony of desire that echoes off the tiled walls. Steam envelops us in an intimate embrace, amplifying the electricity in the air.

As his rhythm quickens, I feel myself teetering on the precipice of release. My breath hitches in my throat, and I close my eyes, surrendering completely to the pleasure coursing through me. Ronan"s touch becomes more urgent, and I can sense his own arousal building.

My breath becomes ragged as he skillfully manipulates my clit, expertly bringing me closer and closer to the edge. I can feel the pressure building within me, aching to be released. Ronan"s touch is relentless, his fingers caressing and teasing with a delicious rhythm.

His voice, low and commanding, resonates within me. "Scream for me, let me hear how much you want it," he whispers seductively against my ear.

With a surge of desire fueling my every nerve ending, I surrender myself completely to the pleasure coursing through my veins. My mind becomes consumed by pure bliss as an overwhelming wave crashes over me.

I arch my back and cry out his name, unable to contain the ecstasy that ripples through my entire being. The sound of our mingled moans and the rush of water fill the bathroom, creating a symphony of passion and desire.

Ronan"s fingers continue their relentless assault on my throbbing clit, prolonging my orgasm and sending aftershocks of pleasure through my body. The intense stimulation becomes almost too much to bear, but I revel in the exquisite agony, craving more.

He smiles triumphantly, his eyes filled with a mix of desire and satisfaction. Without a word, he pulls me into his arms, holding me tightly against his chest as I ride out the waves of pleasure coursing through my body.

Ronan"s grip on my waist tightens as he feels my release wash over me. He slides his cock inside me and begins to rock his hips against mine. Soon, his thrusts become more urgent, fueled by both his own desire and the unspoken connection we share. We move together in perfect harmony, lost in the intoxicating dance of pleasure.

The steamy haze envelops us as we chase our climax relentlessly. Our bodies collide with fervor, each movement driving us closer to the precipice of ecstasy. The world outside this shower ceases to exist. There is only the raw, primal connection between us.

Every powerful stroke drives us further into a world of pleasure and abandon. I cling to him desperately, nails digging into his shoulders as our bodies move together in perfect harmony.

I lose myself in the rhythm, surrendering to the overwhelming ecstasy building within me once again. Ronan"s hands roam greedily over my drenched skin, igniting every nerve ending with his touch.

As my walls clench around him, I feel his body tense, his breath coming in ragged gasps against my neck. He"s so close to his own release. Our bodies move in unison as we chase that final moment of bliss together.

I can feel the tension building within me once again, the relentless ache of need clawing at my core. I lock eyes with Ronan, our gazes filled with an intensity that mirrors the electric energy pulsing between us.

With one final thrust, Ronan"s body tenses as he finds his release. A guttural groan escapes his lips, mingling with my own cries of pleasure as we unravel together. Waves of ecstasy crash over us, washing away any lingering doubts or fears.

As our bodies come down from the heights of passion, we stand there for a moment, breathless and connected. The water continues to cascade down on us, washing away not just the physical evidence of our intimacy but also any remnants of hesitation or uncertainty.

Ronan pulls me into a tender embrace, holding me close as we catch our breaths. The steam surrounds us like a veil of intimacy, as if it knows the depths of what we have shared. At this moment, time stands still, and I feel a warmth settle deep within my chest.

"I never expected this," Ronan murmurs against my damp skin.

I smile softly and press a gentle kiss to his lips. "Me, neither."

But here we are, caught in this whirlwind of passion. Our bodies still tremble from the aftershocks of pleasure, our connection stronger than ever before.

Ronan"s arms tighten around me, his embrace conveying a mix of tenderness and possessiveness. I feel his heart beating against my chest, its rhythm matching mine, as if we are two halves of a whole. In this moment, there is no doubt in my mind that what we share is something truly extraordinary.

I just hope Ronan feels it, too.