10. Thanksgiving
CHAPTER 10
THANKSGIVING
(DECLAN)
I am officially the luckiest asshole in the history of mankind. I also think I might have whiplash from my time with Tiffany Carter. One minute she's pulling away from me, the next minute she's begging me to fuck her.
I meant what I told her, though. I'll take her any way I can get her, and this is a far more enjoyable experience than the last ten years spent watching her slowly lose her brightness in her relationship with Ben. If we end up having more than just this one day, then I will never take her for granted.
"Come with me, Sexy," I tell her, wanting to take her to my bed, a place that I've fantasized about having her more times than I can count. She scrambles to a stand, and I chuckle at her eagerness. "You in a rush to go somewhere?" I tease her .
"Yes. Your bed, hopefully, or somewhere else that you can fuck the shit out of me."
I groan as my painfully hard cock jerks in my jeans. "Damn, Tiff. You really are going to be the death of me."
I stand and take her hand in mine. It feels so perfect holding her hand. Even just making dinner together and being around her, it's even better than I ever imagined it could be. I've had to spend the last two hours stopping my brain from running away with images of us growing old and gray together. Things that I've always secretly wanted and now can't help but hope might actually come true.
I lead her to my bedroom and hold the door open for her to enter before me. I can't help but look at her ass as she walks straight to the bed. I've checked her ass out a million times in the past, but now I know how it feels when I grab it and hold her against me.
She pulls her top off and over her head, then drops it on the floor next to her as she reaches behind her to unhook her bra. I swallow heavily as she drops that to the floor as well. Before she can do anything more, I stride forward to stand behind her and wrap my arms around her, taking each of her breasts in my hands.
She gasps, and then leans her head back against my shoulder, pushing her breasts further into my hands. "Fuck, yes, that's good."
"Yes, it is," I tell her as I dip my head to kiss her neck.
I pull and tweak her nipples, thumbing them and listening to the noises of pleasure that she makes. It is utterly enjoyable to learn exactly how to pleasure Tiffany Carter and to be the one who gets to make her moan in ecstasy.
I spin her around so that I can kiss her while I play with her breasts. I accused her of being too eager earlier, but I can't wait to get on the bed to see her orgasm again, so I slide one of my hands back into her pants to find her dripping wet pussy again.
She gasps into my mouth when I start rubbing her clit, and I'm exultant when she breaks our kiss to moan, "Dec, yes. Oh god, yes."
She wraps her arms around my neck and throws her head back while closing her eyes. I drink in the sight of her in ecstasy as her pants for breath fill the air around us, rubbing her faster because I can tell her orgasm is approaching by the way her body is shaking and her moans are coming louder and faster.
I lower my mouth to her breast and am rewarded with another gasp as I swirl my tongue around her nipple. Her eyes snap open and she looks down at me while I lick and suck her nipple. Her eyes are hooded and full of arousal, staring into mine until her orgasm hits and she closes them again.
"Declan," she gasps, and it sounds glorious to have her say my name while she's coming.
I wait until her orgasm passes before kissing her again, then stepping back from her to pull my top off over my head. We strip naked, then get into bed together.
"I want to ride you until I come on your cock like I wanted to do when we were outside," she tells me, and I laugh.
"You won't hear me complain about that idea, Sexy."
I lay back against the pillows of my bed and almost die when she climbs onto me to sheath me inside her warm, wet pussy.
"God, you feel so fucking good," I groan.
She gives me a smile that is so beautiful and sexy that I almost blow my load inside her immediately when she says, "I could say the same thing about you."
Tiff places her hands on my chest as she begins to move up and down on my cock. I watch in awe as she closes her eyes and bites her lip. She throw her head back and moans while she fucks me. I raise a hand to her breast and rub my thumb across her nipple, loving her response when her eyes snap open and she gasps before moaning.
"You're amazing, Tiffany Carter," I tell her, sounding exactly as in awe of her as I am.
She gives me a sexy smile and moans again before saying, "Thanks."
She leans down to kiss me, our tongues intertwining and she tastes delicious, like the coffee we were drinking before and also something sweet that I think I'll forever attribute to her. When our kiss ends, she sits up and rides me again. I reach between us to find her wet clit and rub it while she fucks me.
If there's one thought that I can actually make sense of right now, it's that I want this woman to come on my cock multiple times before I blow my load deep inside her. I focus solely on giving her pleasure and do my best to ignore how amazing it feels to have my cock in her pussy. I pull and tweak her nipples, alternating my hands to spread my attention between both of her breasts, but always using one of them to rub her clit until she comes apart around me.
"Dec," she moans on a pant for breath while her body shakes.
I don't stop what I'm doing and I don't think I’ll ever get tired of seeing her do this. Knowing that I'm the person who gets to make her makes these sounds. I'm the person that gets to give her this pleasure. I'm the person who gets to make her come. It's absolutely phenomenal.
"Come for me, Sexy," I murmur, knowing that once she's had one, it won't take long for her to have another one.
It's glorious to see her do this, and I make her come over and over again. Her orgasms come faster each time, and my own arousal is so heightened that I know I won't last much longer. I have to fight to keep my orgasm at bay while I bring her to a final one, letting mine crash over me at the same time.
Her pussy clenches my cock in a vice-like grip and, while her body shakes, she screams, "Declan!"
I release myself inside her and there's something territorial about doing this without a condom, knowing that she's full of my cum. I didn't realize until this minute how hot that is. Not that I've ever fucked a woman without a condom before anyway.
"You have no idea how good it is to hear you scream my name, Sexy," I say as my body shudders and her pussy is so tight around my cock that the pleasure is an almost unbearable pain.
She collapses on my chest, her breath hot on my neck as she pants for air. "Probably as good as it is for me to say it."
I can't help but smile as she says this because I don't think for a second that she understands how much and for how long I've secretly wanted this. I've been denying it to myself for almost as long.
My body shudders again, and I tell her, "As good as this is. I kind of need you to get off me now. My cock hurts from how good you feel."
"Oh, shit. Sorry."
She pulls herself off me and I feel every single inch she moves as an even more intensely painful pleasure until she is finally off me and my cock is in cold air. It's a relief, but I also wish I could spend every second of my life balls deep in Tiffany Carter .
"Come with me," I tell her as I stand from the bed and take her hand.
I'm grateful when she does as I requested because a tiny part of me was concerned that she might just run away to her bedroom like she did earlier. It feels like this is a small step forward to this maybe becoming more than just a dirty weekend in the Hamptons.
I take her to the shower in my en suite bathroom and my soft cock stiffens again as I watch her soap up her body to clean herself. I pull her to me and kiss her under the warm spray. She places her arms around my waist and kisses me back. I feel like I'm flying, everything in the world is perfect and right. I can't even bring myself to feel bad in any way for fucking this woman. Nothing has ever felt more right in my life.
I'm glad when she doesn't pull away at all after our kiss ends. She just rinses off, then steps aside while I clean myself quickly. I want to have her back in my bed. Today has been an amazing day full of what I hope are firsts for some future we might be able to have together.
After we've toweled ourselves dry, we walk back into the bedroom and I ask hesitantly, "Do you want to sleep here with me tonight?"
My heart pounds in my chest as I wait for her response. I'll respect her needs if she tells me she wants to go back to her room and have some space from me, but I'm grateful as hell when she nods in response.
I climb into the bed on my usual side, and as Tiffany slips in beside me, it occurs to me that I don't know what side of the bed she sleeps on.
"Is that your normal side of the bed?" I ask out of curiosity, but also feeling weird about asking the question.
"It actually is," she says with a laugh. "It's strangely normal but also incredibly weird to be in a bed with someone but to have that someone be you."
"Thank you," I say quietly.
"What for?"
I consider what I'm thanking her for, but there are so many things that it's not just one that I can narrow it down to.
"For being you."
Her head is resting on my chest and I can feel when a smile comes to her face. It brings me so much peace and joy that I can barely believe that I'm as lucky as I am right now.
"You're welcome."
She kisses me and her lips are soft against mine before she rests her head on my chest again. I hold her tight to me, loving this feeling and the woman in my arms right now.