Page 64 of Thanks for Coming Along

"I dreamed about you wrapped around my cock," he whispered roughly in her ear, his filthy words sending a shiver down her spine. His fingers pressed against the center of her lace panties while his other hand teased and pinched her nipple. The delicate caress mixed with the rough tug sent electric waves of pleasure coursing through her body. Her brain misfired, and a moan escaped her lips, her hips involuntarily jolting against his touch.

"I dreamed about those sweet sounds I knew you would make," he said roughly against her mouth, and she whimpered at his roughness. His fingers slipped beneath the edge of her thong, the lace offering no resistance as he explored her. He dipped his fingers into her panties, running them over her core. A growl of approval escaped him as he felt her wetness. She felt out of control, her hips bucking against his fingers, begging for more. Her body sought to quell the ache, the emptiness, the lack of something solid inside of her, while her walls clenched in anticipation of his touch.

"Please," she begged, tugging on his hair, tempted to pull it out if he didn't give her what she needed. She wasn't above begging; she didn't have an ounce of shame at this moment. The need for him consumed every fiber of her being. She needed himnow. Actually, she needed him inside of her a month and a half ago.

Her fingers reached down, popping the button of his jeans with a quick movement. Carefully, she pulled his zipper down and reached her hand into his jeans, pulling his cock out, her hands stroking his velvet length. She bit his bottom lip, a playful nip that was quickly soothed by the wet, sensual slide of her tongue. His hands moved to her hips as her touch sent a deep, guttural sound vibrating through him. Their mouths locked together, a desperate whimper escaping from her mouth.

"I need you inside me now," she panted against his lips, her breath erratic, her urgency unmistakable.

"Fuck, wait," Ronan grunted, trying to interject as she pressed on with her fervent kisses while her hand stroked him up and down. She couldn't bear to hear whatever he was about to say—no more waiting.

"I don't have a condom. I...I haven't had sex in over a year," his voice strained. Her stomach dropped at his confession, sending a flurry of possessiveness through her. It solidified how serious this was between them. She knew he wasn't the type for one-night flings, and she could only hope that meant he was serious about her.

"Shit... I bought some, but... I left them in Lake Tahoe," she growled in frustration. She had forgotten them in their rush to leave.

"What—" His eyes rolled back in his head as she bucked her center up and down on his shaft. Her body ached for him in a way she had never felt before. She was desperate for the sensation of being stretched around him, entirely consumed by him.

"Please, don't stop," Eden's breathy plea brushed over his lips, her every movement relentless as she created delicious friction with his shaft. "I'm on the shot, and I got tested recently."

Ronan's face became a canvas of emotions in that fleeting moment—tenderness, longing, and a fierce desire all painted across his features. She knew he couldn't resist any longer. These emotions passed in the blink of an eye, replaced by an unbridled hunger, and he responded with a rough, burning kiss on her lips.

"Okay. Okay.. I'm clean, too." He whispered against her lips as she gripped his impressive length firmly. She moved her hips with a purpose, her slick heat rubbing against the hard, throbbing heat of his cock, her underwear pushed to the side.

"Shit." Ronan grated through clenched teeth as his head fell back on the couch by the sensation of her wet heat meeting his bare cock.

Suddenly, she was lifted slightly into the air, one of his hands firmly gripping her waist. A gasp escaped her lips as the fabric of her thong was pulled down her legs in one swift, brutal motion by his other hand. The scrap of fabric landed somewhere across the room, forgotten. Ronan then lowered her back onto his lap, his jeans still in place. There was something so erotic about him being fully clothed, only his fly undone, while she was completely naked.

She hovered herself over his tip, her body trembling with anticipation. As she slowly sank down onto his length, his guiding hands on her hips ensured that every inch was claimed. A moan of sheer ecstasy escaped her lips as she was stretched to accommodate his size, her legs quivering in response.

"Fuck, you feel perfect, baby," Ronan whispered as he began to rock his hips, pushing deeper into her with each rough thrust. Eden moaned in response to the intense sensation. His eyes dipped to watch their strokes, then his eyes closed, and his head rolled on the back of the couch cushion at the sight, groaning.

Their mouths crashed together in a desperate, hungry kiss, his tongue sinking into her mouth as she rode him. His hands found her ass, gripping it firmly as he pulled her into his lap, guiding their movements. Her hips ground down while he lifted his hips to meet her, her body glistening with a sheen of perspiration.

Her pace quickened, and he hit a spot that caused her eyes to roll back in her head. Her breath hitched, her encroaching orgasm building. He slipped his hand between them, his fingers finding her sensitive clit. He began to rub it in small, circles, sending her into a frenzy of pleasure.

"That's it, baby," he said roughly, his eyes half-lidded as he watched her. "Take what's yours."

His words spurred her on, and her movements became faster and more urgent. Her muscles tightened as her orgasm built with a relentless intensity. As the wave of her orgasm crashed over her, her breath caught in her throat, and her body trembled with the force of her release. Their hips ground together, her slick flesh gripping him tightly. Ronan let out a primal groan as his movements sputtered, and he thrust deep inside her, finding his own release.

In the quiet aftermath, their bodies lay still; the only sound was their rapid breaths. Eden's arms, which had been tightly wound around Ronan's neck, softened. She leaned in and placed a feather-light kiss on his temple, tasting the subtle saltiness of his sweat.

He brushed aside the strands of hair that clung to her neck and back, allowing the cool air to hit her flushed skin. They lay there until their ragged breaths smoothed out. She kissed his lips softly before lifting off him, her bare feet making contact with the cool floor. She reached out her hand and pulled him up, his big body swaying as he stood. She led him into her primary bathroom and reached past the shower's glass door to flick on the warm water.

Turning from the shower, Eden looked at Ronan. His dark hair was tousled, his jeans still unbuttoned, and his white shirt wrinkled. He looked debauched, perfectly disheveled.

"I feel a little underdressed," Eden joked as she looked down at her naked body, her words punctuated by Ronan's appreciative gaze, which eagerly roved over her exposed body. She tugged at the hem of his shirt, and he raised his arms to allow her to peel the fabric away. Her lips met his bare shoulder, savoring the sensation of his smooth, warm skin beneath them. Her hands ran down the length of his arms, feeling the firm muscles of his biceps.

Slowly, her lips descended, planting soft kisses along his chest and tracing a path to his flat stomach. She shifted her body and fell to her knees in front of his legs; her eyes fixated on him as she grabbed the waistband of his jeans and underwear. With deliberate movements, she inched them down his legs, sliding the fabric until it puddled around his ankles. Then, she threw them across the bathroom floor, her focus solely on him.

She traced the lines of his body, finally able to see him fully. She had admired him for weeks, watching his toned arms flex as he held the camera upright, his strong legs shifting over a motorcycle. He was beautiful, his body looked powerful and fortress-like.

"You are a work of art, Ro," Eden whispered, her voice filled with appreciation as her eyes trailed his body. Her hands explored his solid, unyielding muscles, her touch gentle as if she were afraid to disturb the exquisite surface. She brushed his hip softly with the tips of her fingers, feeling the warmth of his skin beneath her touch, eliciting a soft breath from his lips at the feather-like caress. Her lips placed a faint kiss on his velvet head, then dragged her tongue across the underside of his shaft.

His strong hands fisted in her hair as she wrapped her lips around him, taking him deeply into her mouth. Her tongue danced along his shaft, tasting the remnants of their salty arousal mingled on his skin.

"Fuck," he rasped, his fingers tangling in her hair as he pulled her head back. "No," he growled, the urgency palpable in his voice. "I need to be back inside of you. I'm not done with your tight little pussy."

With a swift movement, he lifted her by her arms, her legs instinctively wrapping around his torso as their mouths crashed together in a hungry, feverish kiss.

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