Willow

Ronan grabbed the hem of my shirt and tugged it over my head. I reached behind myself and unsnapped the clasp of my bra. It fell away, baring me from the waist up. His awed expression made me feel like a goddess.

“You’re beautiful.” He kissed my shoulder and pressed another kiss to my collarbone, his facial hair rasping against my skin. The delicious sensation sent a cascade of shivers rippling through me. Slowly, he worked his way down to my nipple and laved it with his tongue. I clutched the back of his head and moaned. If these were the preliminaries, how good would the main course be?

His hand slipped beneath my waistband, delving into my panties. He slicked a finger between my folds. “You’re wet. So good.” He withdrew his finger and sucked it. My eyes widened. That, I hadn’t expected. “I want to see your pretty pussy.”

I stripped off as fast as humanly possible, although my movements were less graceful than I’d have liked. I lay back and let him look at me. I’d always thought I’d be shy the first time I was with a man, but the way his eyes darkened gave me confidence.

He wanted this. He wanted me.

“Now you,” I said more boldly than I felt.

He nodded and divested himself of his bottoms. My eyes locked on his cock, and I swallowed.

Uh-oh. That thing was significantly bigger than I’d imagined. I mean, I’d known it was large when I rubbed against it, but seeing it in the flesh really drove the fact home.

“I’m not sure this is going to work. Did I mention this is my first time?”

He held my gaze, his own softening. “I thought it might be. You’re sure you want this?”

“Yes, completely.” The last thing I wanted was for him to stop.

“Good.” He smiled. “Trust me, sweetheart. I’ll give you what you need. We just have to make sure you’re ready.” He grabbed my hips, hauled me to the edge of the bed, and shouldered his way between my thighs.

I stared at him, breathing heavily. He parted my folds with his fingers, then licked down the center. My hips bucked, but he pinned them with his arms and growled in the back of his throat.

“You’re the most heavenly thing I’ve ever had on my tongue.”

I fisted the sheets, my entire body contracting around him. A rumble vibrated against my needy flesh, and I levered myself onto my elbows so I could watch him. His dark head blocked my sex from view, and when he caught my eyes, his pupils expanded and he looked at me like a starving animal. But his movements didn’t falter. He maintained strict control, even while his eyes burned into mine, turning me into a hot mess.

“The way you look at me…” I couldn’t verbalize everything I saw in his dark gaze.