Only then did I close one hand over her breast, framing her nipple with two fingers, and drew her other nipple deeply passed my lips and teeth.
I sucked on it with ravenous hunger even as I massaged it with my tongue.
“Oh God.” She bucked beneath me, clawing at my shoulders.
I sucked harder, my own lust threatening to undo my resolve to drown her in tender passion.
“Lucas…” She panted my name over and over as I continued to suck, shuddering as she came, gouging at my back with her nails.
Finally, the trembles left her, and her hands slid from my shoulders to the bed.
“Oh boy,” she murmured. “Oh man, that was good.”
Unable to stop my smile, I levered back onto my knees and watched her attempt to recoup from her orgasm.
Ronnie, post-climax, is the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life.
Chest heaving, she looked up at me through her eyelashes, a smile curling her lips. “Wow.”
“Wow,” I echoed, shifting one of her legs until I no longer kneeled between them.
“I’ve told you before how incredibly talented you are, right?”
I chuckled at her husky question. “You have.”
She nodded, her eyes closing, one hand tangling in her bangs. “Good. I’d hate for you not to know that.”
“I’d hate for you to think we’re finished,” I said, hooking my fingers beneath the elastic waistband of her sweatpants. I tugged them down over hips.
“Oh God, yeah…” she whispered, wriggling on the bed enough for me to remove them completely from her body.
A soft gasp escaped her, an arousing mix of anticipation and delight.
Risking loss of control, I removed my own clothes and spent a lifetime exploring her beautiful, naked body with my mouth and hands. I touched her with delicate fingers and caresses. Explored the sensitive dips of her elbows, the backs of her knees, the angles of her hipbones.
I bathed her pussy over and over with my tongue; I laved her clit time and again, bringing her to that incredible edge more than once.
When she begged me to be inside her, I made her come with my tongue, and as she was riding the crest of her climax, I slid up her body and sank my entire length into her, embedding myself to the balls in her tight, wet heat.
“Oh God,” she cried out, arching into my thrust.
I rolled my hips, moving inside her. Thank fucking God she was on the pill, because I couldn’t have handled the feel of a condom separating us.
“Yes,” she moaned. “Oh yes. Yes.”
Pleasure filled her voice, her face.
If I died right then, I would die happy.
I watched her reach the pinnacle of pleasure once again, felt her sex contract around my cock over and over, every nerve ending thrumming with my own pleasure. And then that pleasure erupted and I, too, was coming, my seed pumping into Ronnie, wad after wad, my thrusts wild and powerful, my heart racing, my gaze on her face
.
And as she opened her eyes and moaned my name again, as she wrapped her legs around my hips and squeezed my dick with her pussy, I knew what I had to do.
She’d hate me. For the rest of her life. But as long as it was a long life, one free of danger and violence, I could accept that hate. Better she hate me and be alive, than love me and be dead. Or worse.
And believe me, where Trinity was concerned, there were worse things than death.