Reaching across the bed, he fumbled in his nightstand for a minute before leaning back on his knees. Our eyes met and held. I could sense the question before he asked it.
“I’m sure,” I told him.
“You understand what this means?”
I wanted to scream at him to just fuck me already, but I wouldn’t. Instead, I took a deep breath.
“You’re mine, Ronan Caldwell. And I’m yours.”
He reached up and yanked his shirt off over his head, giving me the first glimpse of his strong, broad body. It was too dark to fully see, but that wasn’t what tonight was about. Next time, I’d ogle him. I’d lick every inch of him. But tonight…tonight was about connecting. It was about finally coming together.
I ran my hands over his stomach, feeling the ridges of his abs and the softness of his hair. It took me back to that moment a year ago when I saw him wipe the sweat from his brow, watched his abs glisten and his hair stick to his skin.
I can’t believe this is my life.
“Your turn,” he rasped, tugging on the end of my shirt. I hesitated for only a moment. It was dark after all. He couldn’t see much. But then he flipped the lamp on and flooded the room with golden light.
I squinted, the sudden brightness nearly blinding me. But as everything came back into focus, all I saw was him.
He looked like a Greek god above me, his muscles flexed and rippling.Perfect. He looked perfect.
His throat bobbed as I dragged the shirt over my head. “I haven’t worked out in a while,” I admitted, laughing nervously.He didn’t say anything—his eyes took in every inch of exposed skin.
I didn’t know why I was so anxious. He’d already seen me naked last night, so this was nothing new. But I hadn’tseenhim look at me. He hid in the shadows behind the door. I could pretend like he wasn’t there, like I was home alone.
Now I had to watch as his eyes roamed over me, lingering on my full breasts and soft stomach.
“You’re beautiful,” he breathed. “Perfect.”
If it were coming from anyone else, I wouldn’t have believed them. But it was Ronan. He never said anything he didn’t mean.
His words gave me the last bit of confidence I needed to lift my hips and drag my panties awkwardly down my legs. He helped me pull them the rest of the way off with a small chuckle, then tossed them to the floor with the rest of our clothes.
He was still in his sweatpants, and his cock strained against them, begging to be let free. My mouth was dry as he wrapped his hand around the waistband, his eyes on mine.
“Last chance to back out,” he said, and I gestured to myself.
“I’m naked in your bed,” I grumbled. “Please, just fuck me.”
He laughed again, but it was cut short when he pulled his sweatpants down his strong thighs and kicked them off with far more grace than I would’ve had. I could barely focus on that, though. Because his cock was big—bigger than I had anticipated when I felt it in his pants.
There was a thick vein wrapping around the length of him, and his tip was a deep red shade. Precum leaked from it, and my mouth watered. He gripped himself, pumping his fist a few times.
“Stop looking at me like I’m just a piece of meat,” he teased, and I rolled my eyes.
“That’s all you are.” I grinned as he shook his head, a smile creeping along his lips. His hands shook as he ripped thecondom open and rolled it down his length. “Are you nervous?” My voice was so quiet, I wasn’t sure he’d heard me.
But then his eyes met mine, and he nodded. “I’m so fucking nervous. I haven’t been with anyone in a decade. I feel like?—”
“Like a virgin?” I huffed out a laugh. “Me too.”
“I’ll go slow,” he said softly. He leaned over me, propping himself up on his forearms by my head.
I rested my hands on his biceps, stroking my thumb along his smooth, warm skin. His lips pressed gently to mine as he guided his cock to my entrance.
“Breathe, baby,” he murmured. “Breathe for me.”
He was bigger than my vibrator, bigger than any man I’d ever been with before. My breath was caught in my lungs as he stretched me, the size of him almost too much. But he paused and stroked my hair gently from my face.