Happy 21st

Chapter 8 - ''Watching the sunset'' - Him

Ronan looked next to him on the bed, Beth was lying there breathing hard and covered in dried wax. They had just finished fucking but he could feel himself getting horny all over again while replaying what had just happened in his head. They had opened the doors to BDSM and it was obvious how much both of them were into it, they felt perfectly sexually compatible.

Ronan admired Beth's figure lying on the bed, trying to catch her breath. She had the perfect body, her ass was still face up, curved perfectly to give a cushion while he was behind her. The temptation to reach over and slap it to see the jiggle was strong, but he waited until she had caught her breath and then asked her if she wanted to go shower.

Beth sat up and nodded eagerly, so Ronan stood and put on his pants, then handed his t-shirt to Beth for something loose to wear walking across the hall. As they were about to leave the room, Beth glanced around at it again.

"I like this room, I wouldn't mind exploring it a bit more. And I definitely like the not-so-gentle version of you." She gave him a bashful smile, Ronan turned back to her, placed his hands on her waist, and kissed her deeply.

Ronan continued to lead Beth across the hallway to the only other door he kept locked and opened it for her. The room had similar physical features to Beth's; both had plenty of space, a full walk-in closet, and an attached bathroom with a full room-sized shower.

Although it was dark in the room, Beth looked around as they walked through it, noticing his many wall decorations as he kept almost all his walls covered with tapestries and other decorative items that provided ambiance and reflected his personality.

Ronan brought her straight to she shower room, turning the hot water on in just one section of it, although water could come from almost anywhere he wanted it to.

He faced Beth, and noticing she hadn't undressed yet he took his opportunity to do it for her. Ronan walked up to her, reached his hands underneath his shirt that she was wearing and lifted it above her head. Instead of dropping the shirt on the counter, he wrapped it around Beth and used it to pull her in close, their lips just inches from each other. He could hear the breath catch in her throat and could feel her hands on his chest pressing against his rapidly beating heart.

Unable to resist touching her, he leaned down and put his face in the crevice of her neck, kissing her softly. Her breath had still not released but Ronan heard a small intake of air as his mouth moved along one of the most vulnerable parts of her body.

He felt his dick stab into her stomach and knew she felt it too, because even tho he was holding her to him using his shirt around her waist, she pressed in tighter than he was keeping her.

Ronan had the urge to lift her up and put her on the counter to fuck her again, but thinking about the wax still stuck to both of their skin and the idea of a shower together he was motivated enough to remove his lips from her collarbone where they had made their way, Beth having turned her head up to the sky and leaned back to allow him full access.

He let her go and dropped the shirt on the counter in the bathroom, then took off his pants to join her in nudity. He grabbed a towel from a cupboard and walked to the shower room, leaving the towel on a shelf by the entrance then stepping in a few meters to the corner of the room he had turned into hot rain, the water pouring straight from the ceiling. There was a bench that ran across every wall, and in this corner was occupied by several soap and shampoo bottles.

Beth stepped in to join him and he could see instantly the enjoyment of the hot water touching her skin. She fully submerged herself in the falling water and closed her eyes, running her hands over her hair. He silently admired her, watching the water run down her body and spill off of her curves.