Chapter 4: Kissing Body
Ronan froze mid-thought, a sudden realization hitting him. He hadn't considered it earlier—he didn't have a condom.
"Um... Are you okay with no condom?" he asked, his voice hesitant as he glanced at Xyaa.
She sat beside him on the bed, her damp hair still clinging to her shoulders from the shower. She nodded calmly. "I don't have any problems, so you should be safe. But... you don't have anything, right? I'm not dealing with hospital visits."
"No, no problem at all," Ronan replied quickly, shaking his head.
Xyaa chuckled, a soft sound that made her lips curve slightly. "Good. So, how do you want to do this? Tell me what you want. I'm up for anything, as long as it doesn't leave marks on my body."
Her words caught him off guard. He stared at her, his mouth dry. Did she really mean she'd do whatever he asked? She sat there, waiting, her clear eyes locked on his, patient and unbothered. The idea of having control over this moment—and with a girl as gorgeous as her—made his heart race.
"Let's start with a kiss," he said, leaning forward. He didn't go all the way, stopping just close enough to feel her warm breath on his face. The fresh scent of her shampoo filled his nose, mixing with the faint steam still lingering on her skin.
"Okay, whatever you want," she said with a small smile. She closed the distance, pressing her lips against his. The first touch sent a jolt through him—her lips were soft and sweet, warm from her shower. He sucked gently on her lower lip, kissing her slowly. She kissed back, matching his pace.
"Feels nice," she murmured against his mouth, her voice low. Her hands slid up to his shoulders, pulling him closer. Her breasts pressed against his chest through their bathrobes, soft and firm at the same time. He moved his hand to her waist, gripping it lightly, and tugged her toward him.
"Yeah?" he asked, his voice shaky with excitement. "You like it?"
"Mhm," she hummed, her lips brushing his as she spoke. "Keep going."
They deepened the kiss, mouths opening. He pushed his tongue inside, tasting her. Her tongue met his—warm, wet, and slightly sweet from the wine they'd had earlier. She let out a quiet moan, a soft "mmh" that vibrated against his lips. Her fingers tightened on his shoulders, digging in a little as she pressed herself closer.
"You taste good," he said between kisses, his tongue sliding against hers again.
"So do you," she replied, her voice breathy. She sucked on his tongue lightly, making him groan. Their teeth bumped once or twice, but it didn't matter—he was too caught up in how good it felt. Her saliva mixed with his, warm and slick, and he couldn't get enough.
After a few minutes, they pulled apart, both breathing harder. "Lie down," he said, his voice rough. He gently pushed her back onto the bed, climbing over her. His tongue brushed her lips again as he kissed her, harder this time.
"Mmm, okay," she said, letting him guide her down. Her wet hair fanned out on the pillow, dark strands sticking to her cheeks. She looked up at him, her eyes half-lidded, and smiled. "You're eager."
"Yeah, I am," he admitted, kissing her again. His hand moved to her chest, squeezing her breast through the bathrobe. He frowned slightly when he felt fabric underneath—a bra. "You've got a bra on?"
She laughed softly, a light sound. "Yeah, didn't want everything spilling out yet. Take it off if you want."
He broke the kiss and sat up a little, tugging at her bathrobe. She arched her back to help him, and he pulled it down to her waist. Her smooth, light brown skin glowed under the dim hotel light, her flat stomach rising and falling with each breath. She wore a black cotton bra, strapless and simple.
"Lift up," he said, sliding his hands behind her. She raised herself slightly, and he unhooked the bra, pulling it off. Her breasts bounced free—round, full, and perfect. Her nipples were dark and already hard, begging to be touched. His cock twitched painfully in his bathrobe, straining against the fabric.
"Wow," he breathed, staring at her. "You're... incredible."
"Thanks," she said, smirking. "Go ahead, do what you want."
He leaned down, his mouth closing over one nipple. He sucked gently at first, then harder, rolling his tongue around it. His other hand found her second breast, fingers pinching and twisting the nipple.
"Ohh," she moaned, louder this time. Her back arched slightly, pushing her chest toward him. "That feels good... keep doing that." Her voice was shaky, her breathing uneven. She grabbed his hair, her fingers tangling in his red strands, holding him there.
"You like it?" he asked, his mouth still on her nipple, his words muffled.
"Yeah... really good," she gasped, another moan slipping out—longer this time, a deep "ahhh." Her body squirmed a little under him, her skin warm and soft against his lips. He switched to her other nipple, sucking it hard, coating it with his saliva while his fingers teased the one he'd just left.
"Mmmh, yes," she whimpered, her grip tightening in his hair. "Don't stop." Her moans grew louder, filling the room, and he could feel her trembling slightly from the pleasure.
After a few minutes, both nipples were wet and shiny from his mouth. He kissed her lips again, deep and hungry, then pulled back. "I'm going lower," he said, his voice thick.
"Do it," she replied, her chest heaving. "I want to feel more."
He slid his tongue down her chin, then her neck, leaving a wet trail. He kissed between her breasts, tasting the faint saltiness of her skin. Her breathing hitched as he moved lower, his tongue circling her navel. She giggled softly. "Tickles a little."
"Too much?" he asked, pausing to look up at her.
"No, it's fine," she said, smiling. "Keep going."
He nodded and grabbed the bathrobe still bunched around her waist. "Lift your hips," he said. She raised her buttocks, and he pulled the robe off completely, tossing it to the floor. She wore black cotton panties, simple but tight against her skin. He could see the faint outline of her pussy through the fabric.
"You're so sexy," he said, his hands running over her thighs. They were smooth and firm, still damp from her shower.
"Thanks," she said, her voice teasing. "What's next?"
He didn't answer with words. Instead, he leaned down and kissed her thighs, starting just above her knees. He pressed his lips hard against her skin, then sucked, pulling the flesh into his mouth. When he let go, a red mark stayed behind.
"Hey," she said, laughing a little. "You're leaving marks."
"Shit, sorry," he said, looking up. "Got carried away."
"It's okay," she replied, her tone playful. "Just don't do it too much. I still want to look good tomorrow."
"I'll be careful," he promised, kissing her other thigh. He sucked again, lighter this time, then moved higher. His lips and tongue coated her skin with saliva, leaving it shiny and wet. She moaned softly, a quiet "mmh," her legs shifting under his touch.
"Feels nice," she said, her voice low. "You're good at this."
He grinned and kept going, kissing up to her inner thighs. Her skin was softer there, warmer. He sucked gently, then harder, careful not to leave more marks. She let out a louder moan, "ohhh," and her hands gripped the sheets.
"You okay?" he asked, glancing up.
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"Yeah," she panted. "It's... intense. Don't stop."
He kissed her feet next, taking his time. He sucked on her toes, one by one, tasting the clean skin. She giggled again, squirming. "That tickles too!"
"Good tickle or bad?" he asked, his mouth still on her foot.
"Good," she said, laughing. "Weird, but good."
He worked his way back up, kissing her calves, then her thighs again. When he reached her panties, he hooked his fingers under the waistband. "Can I take these off?"
"Go for it," she said, lifting her hips again. He pulled the panties down to her knees, revealing her pussy. It was pinkish, completely shaved, with no hair at all. Her lips were wet and glistening, swollen slightly from arousal. The sight made his cock throb harder, aching to be touched.
"Damn," he muttered, staring. "You're perfect."
"Thanks," she said, smirking again. "What are you waiting for?"
He lowered his mouth, kissing her clit first. She gasped, a sharp "ah!" escaping her lips. Her hips jerked slightly. "Oh, that's good," she said, her voice trembling.
He ran his tongue along her pussy lips, slow and deliberate, tasting her wetness. She was warm and slick, a faint salty-sweet flavor on his tongue. "Mmmh," she moaned, her thighs tensing under his hands. He caressed her legs as he licked, spreading her thighs wider.
"You like that?" he asked, his tongue circling her clit.
"Yes... oh yes," she groaned, her head tilting back. "Keep going, please." Her moans grew louder, a mix of "ahh" and "mmh," echoing in the room. He pressed his tongue harder, flicking her clit, then slid it down to her entrance.
He pushed his tongue inside her, and she cried out, a sharp "ohhh!" Her pussy clenched around him, juices flowing out onto his tongue. He lapped them up, tasting her fully, and kept teasing her, moving his tongue in and out.
"Oh... oh god," she gasped, her hands grabbing his hair again. "That's... so good." Her body shook, her moans turning into a long, drawn-out "ahhhh" as she got closer. He sucked on her clit again, then thrust his tongue back inside, deeper this time.
"Ronan... I'm—" she started, but her words cut off as she came. Her pussy pulsed, more juices gushing out, coating his mouth. She moaned loudly, a deep "ohhhh," her hips bucking against his face. He kept licking, drawing out her orgasm until she collapsed back on the bed, panting.
"Holy shit," she said, catching her breath. "That was... amazing."
He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and grinned. "Glad you liked it."