Delaney

“Oh fuck,” I moaned, as pleasure coursed down, consuming me. Every circle Ronan made with his fingers on my love button sent tremors of pleasure to my entire body. Then after a few rubs, he withdrew his hand. I had to bite my lower lip to stop myself from whining at the loss of his touch.

“Delaney,” he called in a raspy voice. I could hear him fumbling with his boxers behind me.

“Mmh?” I responded, eyes closed as my body buzzed with need.

“Do you…want this?” he asked hesitantly.

I responded by raising my right leg, hooking it behind his, as an invitation. The soreness I had felt...