THIRTY FOUR
Justine
I rub at my eyes as Ronan shakes me gently. I feel like I only just got to sleep.
"We're here. I hate to wake you, but my crew have to clear the runway in twenty minutes."
I sit and he helps me up. "What time is it?"
"7:15 am. There's a car waiting to take us to breakfast in the park."
I stumble down the steps and into the waiting car. Then I sleep on Ronan's shoulder almost all the way to the Jardin des Tuileries. I have to sit up and press my nose to the window when we drive past the iconic building of the Louvre, though. Ronan just smiles when I turn to point it out to him.
He surprises me with another thoughtful gesture when a young man is waiting at the garden entrance with a basket for us. "Please enjoy, sir."
Ronan tips him and takes the basket. We walk into the garden along a small path to an isolated picnic spot. Ronan takes a blanket out of the basket and lays it out on the ground.
"It's so quiet here." I look around, but I can't see anyone else in the park. We passed a few people at the gates. People jogging or walking their dogs. Here there's no one.
Ronan shrugs. "That's because I reserved this part of the gardens just for us."
I stare at him in astonishment as he takes a breadstick, croissants and little packages of jam and butter from the basket. He sets out two glasses with orange juice and a little dish of fresh fruit.
"Does this come close to fulfilling the fantasy?" he asks quietly, as he hands me a plate.
My throat is tight as I answer. Honestly, I'm not sure words could do it justice. I manage to say, "It's perfect." It hardly does it justice.
I'm longing to ask him how he's been, but I settle for asking how progress on the show is going.
He recounts the work his marketing team have been doing and some of his excitement at the amount of interest shown from the initial testing for this series. "It looks very promising. And best of all, the board is off my case for now. It was a very good idea." He gives me a warm and meaningful look, and I squirm with pleasure.
When Ronan finishes eating, he stretches out on his elbows with his hooves crossed in front of him while I finish the last of the fruit. "I'm afraid this morning's activities are fixed, but what would you like to do after lunch? I can easily arrange a pedicure or a cooking class."
I'm supposed to choose? "Whatever you'd like to do."
He shakes his head. "No. This trip is for you. Whatever you would like to do."
I set aside the empty plate and lean forward, intending to kiss him. I expect him to take charge of the kiss, like he always seems to. But although his lips are soft against mine, and although he makes a soft groan as he brushes my hair back behind my ear, after only a moment, he pulls away.
"Are you finished? Our tour guide at the Louvre is waiting. We'd better hurry."
I jump up in delight and help him pack away the picnic things. For a little while, I get lost in beautiful art and the gorgeous architecture of Paris.
Something is bugging me, though.
Don't get me wrong. Today is amazing. A contender for the best day of my life! But I keep expecting Ronan to find an excuse for us to be alone together. To take me back to the hotel and undress me slowly, and do the things to my body I'm longing for him to do.
It's been weeks since he made me come harder than anyone else. Even though Paris is beautiful, and even though this is the most special, romantic day anyone has ever organized for me, I kinda wish he'd blow it off and drag me away to make passionate love to me for the rest of the afternoon. Well, not love, exactly. I don't think that's what this is. Perhaps we've graduated to friends with benefits, though.
Things certainly seem warm and friendly and relaxed where they never have before.
I'm being unreasonable. I can wait.
Of course I can.
I just thought he and I were on the same page about this. I never thought Ronan Kernos was a guy I'd have to beg to fuck me. Well, not unless that's part of the fun.
Of course, now I'm all hot and bothered in the taxi on the way to the spa for my pedicure thinking about the last time Ronan made me beg. Surreptitiously, I press my legs together, trying to squash the urge to just climb in his lap and ravage him.
Ronan sucks in a sharp breath and lets it out on a groan. "Justine."
I look around at him, wary of the warning in his tone. "Yeah?"
He leans a little closer and lowers his voice. "You're thinking dirty thoughts, aren't you?"
Of course, my cheeks heat up. I give him a tiny nod.
Another groan. He doesn't respond with words. Instead, he hooks an arm behind me and yanks me toward him on the seat. Then his mouth crashes over mine and builds the longing I'm feeling into desperation.
His lips tease mine. His tongue slicks into my mouth and gently caresses me. All the while he drags me closer until I'm practically in his lap.
When he breaks away, we're both breathing hard.
Ronan trails kisses down my neck.
I'm determinedly not looking at the driver in the rear view mirror to see if he's noticed what we're doing. I can't bear to stop and it will only make me embarrassed if I catch him staring.
I moan when Ronan licks my earlobe, his huge tongue and agile lips nibbling at the place on my neck that makes my panties instantly flood with moisture. "Ronan!"
In answer, he slides a hand under my skirt and rubs at the damp patch with his thumb, narrowing in on it as if he has x-ray vision or something. I gasp. I can't help parting my legs as much as I dare, silently begging him to find just the right place. "Oh, God!"
He finds it and presses harder, giving me pressure right where I want it.
"Ronan, please say you've booked us a hotel and we can go there now." My voice is shaky. If there was a divider between us and the driver I would climb into his lap right now, free his cock and impale myself over his huge thickness to ease the ache between my legs.
"You don't want the spa treatment?"
"No!"
"You don't want to go shopping?"
"No! I want you!" I whisper urgently.
He lets out a low groan. "Thank God. I don't know how much longer I could have lasted."
He pulls away and I whimper, but he turns to the driver. "Il y a eu un changemont du plans. Emmenez-nous a l'hotel Ritz, s"il vous plait."
I recognize one word in his sentence, but that one word is enough to have my heart beating faster and my pussy throbbing with excitement: hotel!
Ronan is the civilized gentleman he has been all day except for only a little more groping in the taxi all the way until the elevator doors shut in the hotel.
In a heartbeat, he has me pressed up against the wall and his hands are all over my body. He groans as he fondles my breasts over my dress. Then he tugs the material down to free one nipple from my clothing and bends to lick it.
My head thunks back against the wall and I clutch him so I don't fall down. My knees are weak and my core is tight with anticipation of being truly alone with him.
He torments my breasts until the bell rings to signal the elevator is stopping. At the last moment, he rights my clothing. The doors open and let in a snooty-looking naga with flashy silver scales and a thin nose. She sniffs as she looks us over.
The doors close and I smother a giggle when Ronan pulls me in front of him, using me to cover up his bulging erection that now presses against my back.
The next floor is ours and we stumble out and hurry to our door. When I try to step away from Ronan to let him open it, he yanks me close again. His cock throbs against me and I feel it all the way to my toes curling in my shoes.
"Hurry!" I gasp.
"You think I'm not trying?"
A moment later, he somehow fumbles the door open and picks me up, charging into the room. I don't have time to take in more than the enormous space and the notion of a few vases of fresh flowers before Ronan tosses me on the bed.
"You have as much time as it takes for me to get naked to take your clothes off, too, or I rip them off and buy you new ones."
He's already pulling at his belt as he says this.
Giggling, I wriggle out of my underwear while Ronan makes short work of his belt and pants. He slides the tailored slacks and his designer briefs off his hips in a single motion, freeing his tail and his cock. I lick dry lips at the sight. His cock is even thicker and larger than I remember.
Thank God, he pauses to stroke a leisurely hand up and down his length while he watches me or I'd have lost a dress by now. I pause in the act of lifting it over my head to stare unashamedly at him.
"Hurry, Justine."
His words break me out of my trance and we race to get off the last few garments.
My bra hits the floor just as Ronan pushes me back onto the bed and sinks on top of me groaning. For a long moment, he lavishes feverish kisses over my neck and breasts until I'm panting.
I roll my hips, trying to get him to touch me where I really want it. He won't even take pity on me and suck my nipples. All he does is tease me, despite his apparent desperation earlier. "Ronan!"
"Mmm?" he murmurs against my skin, continuing his torment.
"Ronan, please!"
He lifts his head to look down at me with a sexy smirk. "What is it, Justine? Did you want something? I'm rather busy." To illustrate this point, he dips his head again and licks a long line up my neck to suck on my earlobe.
I whimper and clutch his horns. He's too strong for me to move, though, when he doesn't want to be moved.
Finally, he stops. "If you want something, ask for it, Justine. Whatever you ask me for, I'll give you. You know that."
I barely even hesitate. Maybe it's the way he's worked me into a frenzy. Maybe it's the fact I know he likes me like this. Whatever it is, I open my mouth and the filthiest, most demanding thing pours out. "I want you to lick my pussy until I come."
Ronan groans. That only makes me bolder.
I'm not done. "I want you to make me wetter than I've ever been before, and then I want to feel your hard cock inside me over and over, until I can't take anymore."