Page 27 of Ronny

I gasp at the sight before me, in awe at the effort he has gone through. The bed is covered in rose petals in the shape of a heart on the center. Candles are covering the nightstand and the chest drawer to give a soft, romantic glow.

My heart is aching at the effort he put into all of this.

This moment has been a long time coming and it feels like it’s happening all at once at the same time, but seeing Ronny standing there at the end of the bed waiting for me?

“Come to me, angel,” he says, and I don’t hesitate for a second to make my way over to him, dropping my towel along the way.

This, I know, is cheesy to some, but cheesy is what I have been missing, and for my first time he is making sure I have it all.

I’m going to call it my first time because in my heart it is; this is the first time I will be loved.

The fear I felt when that was taken from me, feeling used and broken, I honestly never thought someone could love me after that, but I was projecting how I feel inside.

I didn’t love myself.

I slipped into the darkness and it had taken over me.

Little by little, year after year, Ronny broke down my walls and has stolen my heart. He protected me, gave me the space to heal so he can love me fully.

He is in a pair of boxers and his hair is wet, so I’m guessing he went to shower in one of the guest rooms.

“The way you’re looking at me right now is fucking killing me. You’re so beautiful, you were made for me.” His voice is deep, gravelly, and I can’t resist shivering at his tone.

He bends down, gripping my ass with his hands. Lifting me off the ground and climbing onto the bed, he rests my head against the pillow with him hovering above me.

He lifts my arms so they’re above my head, our fingers intertwined. “First, I need to get you ready for me.” He kisses my cheek, his eyes never leaving mine as he slides down my body. I keep my hands above my head the way he wanted them.

I shiver at the heated look he gives me before he runs his tongue around my nipple, before sucking hard. My back arches, lifting off the bed to chase his mouth, not wanting him to pull away.

The pull of his mouth sends pleasure straight to my pussy. I gasp and run my fingers through his short hair, forgetting all about keeping my hands still.

“I love how responsive you are. Such a good girl,” he praises me. His comment has me flooding between my legs. I know he can feel it because his stomach is pressed against me.

I catch his smirk before he ducks his head and moves to my other breast. Little by little, he makes his way down my body until his mouth is right above my pussy.

“God, again?” I moan in anticipation that he’s going down on me again. “I didn’t know men like to do this.”

He licks my inner thighs, then my clit. “Baby, the way you fall apart under my mouth and hands is intoxicating. I could eat you for all meals, twenty-four seven.”

I open my legs wider, allowing him more access. My fingers drag through his hair, loving the way his head moves as he pleasures me. It turns me on to no end.

The sensations are intense, I’m still sensitive from all of the orgasms he gave me earlier today.

I can feel my body stiffening from my toes up to my hands, my legs straightening, and I’m probably close to strangling him. His hands clamp down on my inner thighs, holding my legs open.

“Crap! Crap!” I repeat loudly, over and over, when he slips two fingers gently inside me, wiggling them like he is trying to stretch me so he won’t hurt me when we have sex.

The thought of him filling me to the brim sends me over the edge, my body dying to be filled by him.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises me again. He licks his lips like I’m the best tasting thing he’s ever eaten.

I let out a deep breath, my breathing ragged. He smirks, before licking my inner thighs like he doesn’t want to waste a drop.

He presses a kiss to the center of my stomach, at the same time slightly rubbing circles on my clit, sending little shock waves through my body, prolonging my orgasm.

I kiss his cheek, running my fingers along his strong back. The urge to reach down and grab his ass cheeks is too tempting, and he bursts out laughing at my little pinching.

I giggle too, but that stops the second he slips two fingers inside me once more, stealing my breath. “I believe my good girl is ready for me?” He says it as a question.

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