38. Ronan

Ronan

Her taste explodes on my tongue as Willow cries out in surrender. I'll never get tired of this. Of her, of us. I continue licking and sucking her clit, my arms tight restraints against her writhing hips, until I feel her body sag under me, the pleasure-fueled tension leaving her. Only then do I press one final kiss to her sex, then start moving up her body, kissing her damp skin.

"That was amazing," she murmurs when I reach her breasts. "Is it my turn now?"

Ignoring that statement, I don't respond. Instead, I nuzzle her skin, letting the rough scratch of my scruff turn her pink. My hands cover her tits, fingers plucking at her nipples. I can't stop toying with her, teasing every last drop of pleasure from her. She'll come again, there's no doubt. The only question is, how soon and how often.

But I need to stop underestimating Willow's determination. Because in a move I honestly don't see coming, her legs wrap around my waist, heels digging into my ass, and with her hands on my chest, she pushes firmly until I give in and flip over.

"I was planning on you having both ways before anything else, you know. My tongue and my cock, remember?" I say, arching my brow.

Her answering smile is so bright, it's almost blinding. "I mean, if you insist." Her hips wiggle from side to side.

I chuckle. "Oh, I abso-fucking-lutely insist, Cherry." But instead of getting straight to it, I find myself pausing, an overwhelming sense of wonder hitting me.

"You're exquisite," I say lowly, running my hands along her thighs that are pinned to my sides. "A fucking goddess among men. How the hell did I get so lucky to call you mine?"

Willow gives me an impish look before leaning down. Her hair falls to form a curtain around us as her breath ghosts across my lips. "Fate."

My laugh is swallowed by her kiss, her tongue plundering my mouth, giving me everything I gave her and more. She starts to grind on me, her already wet core rubbing against my dick, making me impossibly harder. With every move of her hips, it's clear how easy it would be to just slide inside of her bare. But with all the chaos around us lately, we haven't had that discussion.

I can tell she's reached the same observation when she lifts her head. "I need to feel you, Ronan. All of you. If you're mine, then I want it all."

"Fuck, Cherry. I want that, too. You're sure?" I ask, tucking a piece of her hair behind her ear. "Before you, there was no one for a long time."

Willow's hips are still rocking, the movement involuntary, as if her body can't help but seek pleasure even as we have this important conversation.

"I trust you. My annual exam was a couple months ago, all good here. And I've been with other men, but no one since I met you." She leans down and kisses me lightly. "You ruined me for anyone else."

"Good," I grunt as her petite hand reaches between us to grab my cock. Lining us up, she slowly sinks down. "Oh, holy shit." My head presses back into the pillow as the overwhelming sensation of taking her bare hits me in waves. Her wet heat is amplified by a thousand. I swear to God, every nerve ending in my dick is turned on high.

"I feel you. I feel everything," she says, her voice thready with desire. Placing her hands on my chest, she starts to rock back and forth, slowly at first, then picking up speed. I let her be in control, find her own rhythm. Because honestly? Nothing has ever felt this good. And anything she wants, I know I'm gonna want, too.

My fingers dig into the flesh of her hips. Her eyes close as she lifts herself up, bringing her hands to her breasts. Fuck me, watching her play with herself as she chases her release on my cock is the most perfect thing to witness, ever.

"Goddamn, Cherry, your pussy is fucking strangling my cock. Tell me you're close," I grind out as I feel my orgasm looming. Her head bobs up and down in response.

"So close."

I bring my thumb to her clit as she bounces up and down, and she cries out, losing her rhythm. I could watch her come undone every day for the rest of my life and never tire of it. Her hands fall to the bed beside my head, her hair once again tickling my shoulders.

"Ronan, Ronan," she starts to chant as she thrusts herself along my length. "Oh my God. Yes. Yes. Yes!"

Her shriek trails off as I feel her squeezing me so tight my dick throbs. Then I'm grunting out her name as I shudder through my own orgasm, filling her with my release.

Some day, I'd like to make a baby with this woman.

The thought makes me grin like a fool, which Willow notices when she lifts her head from my shoulder where she collapsed, spent.

"What's got you smiling like that?" she asks, tracing my lips with her finger. I can feel myself softening inside of her, but there's no chance I'm going to lose this connection until I have to.

"Just thinking about our future," I answer evasively.

"It's a good one, isn't it?"

I kiss her in response, drawing her face down to mine, pouring everything into the kiss. "It's more than good, Cherry. It's amazing."

Last night was incredible. But nothing beats waking up with Willow in my arms. Her hair tickling my chest, the feeling of her pressed into my side, our legs tangled together, and my hand holding her ass possessively is everything I thought it would be and more.

Not gonna lie, being woken up at 3 am by Willow sucking my dick into her warm, willing mouth was another perk to spending the night with my girlfriend. A really fucking good perk.

But apparently, we managed to forget to close the blinds, so now, the morning sunshine is streaming in, illuminating Willow as she's lying draped over me, my fingers lazily drawing up and down her spine. She wriggles and huffs out a small sigh, and it's so fucking cute, I just smile and kiss the top of her head.

"Mmph. Why are we awake so early," she mumbles into my chest, burrowing in closer. I chuckle, tightening my hold around her.

"Hate to tell you this, Cherry, but it's 10 am."

Willow pushes herself upright, blinking sleepily. "What? It is not. There's no way. I don't sleep in."

My grin widens as I tilt my head over to the alarm clock. "You do when you're up most of the night fucking me."

Willow's throaty chuckle stirs up memories of last night and my dick starts to harden. With her still half sprawled across me, she feels it and arches a brow. "Listen, buddy, you might have the stamina of a twenty-year-old, but I need a little downtime. And a lot of coffee. Especially with the way you ravaged me last night"

"It's not me, it's you. You do this to me," comes my honest answer. Her eye roll is accompanied by the faintest of blushes and a smile that tells me she likes my response. "And you say ravage, I say cherish. Worship. Adore."

"Okay, charmer." She laughs, pushing at my chest to sit up. "What time do you need to be home for Peyton?"

My heart warms that she's thinking of my daughter, even now. "Whenever. Mom has their day all planned with preschool and gymnastics. I'd like to see her before I head to the field for warm-up, though." I reach up and tug her back down, loving how easily she falls back into my arms. "Are you sure I can't cherish, worship, and adore you one more time? For good luck in the game later, of course," I say with a mischievous smirk.

"You don't need to fuck me for good luck, Ronan Sinclair." Willow rolls her eyes.

Taking her by surprise, I roll us so she's underneath me, grabbing one of her legs to draw it up to my hip so I can grind against her. "You're right. I don't need to fuck you. I need to make love to you." When her face softens into that expression of pure love that I finally get to see from her, I know I've won this round. Notching myself to her entrance, I slide into her pussy as if I'm sliding into home.

And when I hit the field later that day, I find her immediately, standing off to the side of the dugout where she's coordinating the media coverage for the day. Walking over, I lean in close to whisper so no one else can hear. "I'm gonna hit a home run because of this morning, Cherry."

Three innings later, I do just that. And as I jog around the bases toward my teammates ready to celebrate, my gaze finds her again. The woman I love as much as I love this game and my daughter. The woman who's smiling back at me just as widely as I'm smiling at her.

"Told you," I call out as I jog off the field toward her, her camera crew, and all the Tridents coaches, players, and staff. And right there, in front of a stadium full of fans, a dugout full of my teammates, and who knows how many others watching, I sweep her off her feet and into my embrace, my lips finding hers.

And the way she gives herself over to our kiss, regardless of who's watching, makes me feel like the luckiest guy alive. Because getting Willow to decide I was worth breaking her rules?

Best play I've ever made.