Chapter 17 #2
“Just rip it off, Declan,” I say in a tone I didn’t know I had.
It’s desperate.
“And miss watching the way you come undone when I touch you? No.”
His hands glide over my shoulders, and I let out a whine that I’m not proud of.
“Please,” I beg again.
“I have a question for you.”
“Now?” I huff.
“Yes,” he says and lifts my hips to pull my dress off.
“Fine. What?”
“When you said dry spell in your text, how long has it been since someone other than you or your vibrators got you off?”
My first thought is to argue once more that he read my text, but my body knows that the sooner I give him what he wants, the sooner he will give me what I want.
“Six years,” I answer.
He stops.
“Six years,” he repeats.
I can't decipher the look in his eyes, but it makes me cross my arms in front of my body to hide.
“No, don’t do that,” he says quickly and pulls himself together. “I didn’t mean to freeze like that. I just … six years?”
“Can you stop saying that?”
“I — How is that possible?”
“Because it is. I don’t sleep around. I’ve only ever been with Max's dad and—”
“Stop.” His head drops, and he presses his eyes closed so hard, I see a crinkle at the edge of them.
I scoot up and grab my dress.
The moment is clearly ruined now.
“Sorry, I didn’t—”
“Don’t apologize," he says.
“You don’t even know what I was going to apologize for.”
“Exactly. Nothing at this moment requires an apology from you.”
“But I ruined … this.”
He finally looks up at me, and a soft smile touches his lips.
“No, baby, you didn’t. You just reminded me how lucky I am that you’re letting me in this way.”
“Oh. So, you still want me?”
“Fuck yes, I do.”
I bite my lip.
“Okay.”
He leans forward and kisses me, slowly laying his body over mine. I relax back into the bed, and he adjusts us, allowing his body to rest between my legs.
Everything about his touch is gentler now.
“I won’t break, Declan.”
“I know, but I might.”
His lips continue to make their way down my body.
He reaches my underwear and pulls them off, now kissing his way up my inner thigh.
This man is determined to put his lips against every part of my body before the night is over.
As he gets closer and closer to my core, I begin to fidget. When he’s one kiss away, I reach for him and try to pull him up.
He looks up with a question in his eyes.
“You’re joking, right?”
I shake my head.
“Fuck,” he says on a growl and then jerks my body to his fast as he drops to his knees off the bed and licks me slowly up the middle.
“Ohhhh!” I jerk up.
“Lie down,” he says with command and pushes me back, keeping his arm there to hold me down.
His tongue begins to flick faster and faster, and when he sucks on my clit, I cry out. I didn’t know I could make that sound.
“You’re so fucking sweet, Ruby,” he says quickly before diving back in.
Once he gets a rhythm, my hands find his hair, and I tug gently.
“Yes,” I moan and then run my hands through my own hair.
I can feel the sensation building, and my heart starts to race.
“Declan,” I whimper and reach down to touch myself.
He smacks my hand away, keeping his eyes on mine as he slides a finger inside of me, his thumb rubbing my clit now.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, moving to lie next to me, adding a finger and pressing his lips to mine.
I have this urge to freak out, given where his mouth just was, but I don't have the chance to before my entire body starts to convulse.
I let out a long breath and multiple short ones. Declan captures each one with a kiss.
When my orgasm ends and my body is still buzzing with bliss, I open my eyes.
His smile instantly warms me, and I relax into his arms.
I twist a little to kiss him, brushing my hand against his erection.
I grin and slowly grip him.
“Shit,” he hisses.
“Was that too tight?” I jerk my hand back.
He laughs.
“Jesus, you’re too innocent for me.”
“I am not,” I snap.
“Oh, I could argue that.”
“I’m not innocent,” I repeat and take him in my hand again.
I start with slow strokes, keeping my grip firm but not too hard.
I stroke down and then up, letting my thumb sweep over the tip.
He groans and leans back to rest against the bed.
I smirk and then bend down and take him in my mouth.
“Holy fuck,” he almost shouts. “Oh God.”
With my lips wrapped around him, I take him as far down as I can until I feel him touch the back of my throat.
“Ruby,” he growls.
I take that as a good sign and keep going. My hand pumping and my mouth sucking.
Harder.
Faster.
His hips start to match my rhythm, and my confidence boosts.
Now probably isn’t the time to tell him I’ve never done this before either, but I have read books and seen movies, so I'm going off research that has clearly proven right.
“I’m about to come,” he announces and tries to pull me up.
I don’t let him.
I’m too into it now.
Too into the way I have him at my mercy, and I’m not letting up.
Hand and mouth in sync now, I move faster until I feel the warmth of his release on my tongue.
I swallow every last bit of it.
When I finally come up for air, Declan is breathing hard and staring at me.
“Was that innocent enough for you?”
He lets out a bark of a laugh and pulls me to him.
“Not even a little.”
“Good.” I smile and relax into his arms.
I’m closing my eyes when I spot the clock by the side of the bed.
“Holy shit, it’s 5:30 in the morning. We are going to be worthless tomorrow if we don’t go to bed now.”
“And it was worth every moment.”