Chapter Twenty
Declan
Sabrina lies there, spread out on the bed, looking even more beautiful and sensual. She wants to try something different with me, something beyond the missionary position. What we've done so far has been extraordinary, but I have even more scandalous plans for her body. So, I toss the scarves onto the bed and climb onto the mattress, crawling forward until I'm on all fours with her body beneath me.
"How do you feel about bondage, Bree?"
"Never tried it. But I'd love to experiment with you in any way you want."
I grin wickedly, my heart racing at her eager response. "Oh, darling, you can't imagine what you're in for. But you will enjoy it, I promise."
Though I've never done this before, I have no trouble performing my task. I take one of the silk scarves and gently wrap it around her wrist, securing it to the bedpost. Then I repeat the process with her other wrist, my fingers lingering on her soft, creamy skin. Sabrina's tits jiggle, thanks to her heavy breathing. She keeps her gaze on me the entire time.
"I'll need time to recover from that orgasm before I can go again," I tell her. "But in the meantime, I'll play with you---with your delicious body."
She nibbles on her bottom lip in a leisurely fashion that makes my cock twitch.
"Too tight?" I ask.
She tugs at her bonds experimentally and shakes her head. "Perfect."
I trail my fingers down her arms, across her collarbone, and over the swell of her breasts. She arches into my touch, a soft moan whispering from her lips.
"Now, love, I'm going to worship every inch of you until you can barely stand the intensity of the pleasure I'm giving you."
I begin with her neck, planting feather-light kisses along the delicate curve. Sabrina tilts her head, offering more of herself to me. I accept the invitation gladly, nipping and sucking at the sensitive skin just below her ear. Her breathy gasps urge me on, and my hands roam freely over her body, tracing the dips and swells of her curves. I cup her breasts, rolling her nipples between my fingers until they're taut peaks. Sabrina writhes beneath me, tugging at her restraints.
"Declan," she whimpers, "please."
"Patience, Bree. It will be worth the wait."
I trail kisses down her breastbone, pausing to lavish attention on each breast, relishing the flavor of her skin and the feel of nipple in my mouth. I swirl my tongue around one peak, then the other, before I take each into my mouth to devour them one by one. Sabrina's back arches off the bed, a low moan spilling her lips.
She arches her back, exposing the delicious column of her throat. "Oh, shit, Declan. You're driving me crazy, and I love it."
I smirk against her skin, continuing my slow, relentless path down her body. My fingers trace the curve of her waist, the flare of her hips. I pepper kisses across her flat stomach, dipping my tongue into her navel so I can dip my tongue inside. Bree squirms beneath me, her legs parting instinctively. I settle between them, loving the feel of her thighs cradling me. I can smell her arousal, and it takes every ounce of my self-control not to dive in immediately. Instead, I tease her mercilessly, placing soft kisses along her inner thighs, inching closer to where she wants me most but never quite reaching it.
"Declan, please," Sabrina whimpers, her hips lifting off the bed in search of contact.
I chuckle, making her shiver from the vibrations against her sensitive skin. "All in good time, love. I did say I was going to worship every inch of you, didn't I?"
Onward I march, moving lower and lower with my decadent exploration of her body. I caress her legs as I work my way back up her body until I've reached her breasts again, lavishing attention on each nipple until she's writhing beneath me, her breath coming in short, desperate pants.
"You are exquisite, darling. I could spend hours doing nothing more than exploring every curve, every freckle, every millimeter of your body."
Sabrina lets out a breathy laugh that quickly turns into a moan as I nip at the sensitive spot beneath her ear. "Hours? You might kill me."
She does have a point. And so, I rise to my knees and grasp her hips. Then I shift my body, positioning myself between her legs once more. This time, I don't tease. I dive in, my tongue finding her most sensitive spot with practiced ease. Sabrina cries out, her back arching off the bed as much as her restraints will allow.
"Oh God, Declan!" she shouts. "Make me come now!"
I give her what she wants, alternating between long, languid licks and quick flicks of my tongue as I consume her clit. She writhes beneath me like a wild mare, her hips bucking against my face as she barrels toward the climax she so desperately needs. The silk scarves strain as she tugs at her them, desperate for something to hold onto.
"Declan, I'm so close. Don't stop, please don't stop."
I redouble my efforts, thrusting two fingers inside her as I continue to work her with my tongue. She's so wet, so responsive to my every touch, and the flavor of her is more decadent than any dessert. I curl my fingers to find the one spot inside her that will make her eyes roll back in her head. Sabrina's moans grow louder, more desperate. Her thighs begin to tremble, and I know she's teetering on the edge. I suckle her nub ruthlessly until that rope finally breaks, and she comes.
Bree lies there in a heap of sexy flesh, thoroughly satisfied and dazed from the power of her orgasm. "Can we do that again?"
"Yes, but I have a different idea this time." I reach for a few more scarves. "I'm going to tie you to the foot of the bed too, but only if you're comfortable with that. I'd also love to blindfold you."
"I'd like to try that."
I grab the additional scarves, my fingers working quickly to secure her ankles to the foot of the bed. Sabrina's breath hitches as I spread her legs wider, leaving her completely exposed to my gaze.
"Last chance to back out," I warn, holding up the blindfold.
"Don't you dare stop now."
I secure the silk over her eyes and tie it securely behind her head. "Remember, if it gets too much, just say the word and I'll stop."
"Less talking, more touching," she demands, arching her back invitingly.
"You need to learn a lesson in patience, darling."
I begin by barely ghosting my fingertips over her skin, tracing feather-light patterns across her arms, her stomach, her thighs. Without her sight, Sabrina's other senses are heightened. She shivers at each touch, her skin breaking out in goosebumps.
She tugs at her restraints.
"Shh," I soothe, leaning down to brush my lips against her ear. "Trust me."
I resume my feather-light touches, occasionally replacing fingers with lips or tongue. While she moans in a manner that makes my cock jerk, I flick my tongue over the curve of her breast, the dip of her waist, the arch of her foot. She writhes beneath me, desperate for more substantial contact. My cock has gone hard in record time, and a drop of liquid glistens on the crown, all because this woman drives me insane with the need to possess and consume her.
"Please," she gasps. "I need more."
"All in good time, love," I assure her. "I'm going to make you feel things you've never felt before."
I trail my fingers down her body once more, this time with more pressure. Sabrina arches into my touch, a low moan escaping her lips. I cup her tits, kneading them gently before rolling her nipples between my fingers. She gasps, tugging at her restraints.
"Declan, I need---"
"What, love?"
"Please...I need...you inside me. I love this, but I can't take much more."
"Tell me explicitly what you want. I need to hear it."
Sabrina sinks her teeth into her bottom hard enough to turn the skin white. "I want your cock inside me, Declan. I want you to fuck me until I can't remember my own name. Do it now, please."
Her words fire a bolt of desire straight through me. I growl low in my throat, positioning myself between her legs. "Anything for you, my sweet."
I enter her in one swift, hard motion, both of us groaning at the sensation. Sabrina's back arches off the bed as much as her restraints allow, her mouth falling open in a silent cry of ecstasy.
"God, you feel incredible," I huff, beginning to move within her. "So tight, so wet for me."
I set a punishing pace, driven by the sounds of Sabrina's moans and the sight of her thrashing beneath me. Her ankles strain against the scarves. I grasp her hips, angling them upward to hit that spot inside her that always flings her over the edge.
"Oh God, Declan!" she screams. "Don't stop!"
I increase my pace, pistoning into her mercilessly while the bed bounces. The room fills with the sounds of our passion---skin smacking against skin, hoarse cries, and whispered curses. I can feel her tightening around me, her inner walls pulsating as she approaches her peak. I reach down between us, my fingers finding her most sensitive spot, and rub tight circles that match the rhythm of my thrusts.
"Come for me, Bree, come right now ."
I pull out, grasping my cock in one hand while I mercilessly rub her clit. Sabrina screams again, shattering beneath me, her back bowing up off the bed. Her body finally goes limp as a tidal wave of pleasure crashes over her. The sight of her coming undone, coupled with the incredible sensation of her clenching around me, hurtles me over the edge too. With a roar, I throw my head back, shouting hoarsely while I pump my cock again and again. I follow her into ecstasy, my hips jerking erratically as I empty myself onto her belly.
We both remain still briefly, struggling to catch our breath as we come down from our shared high. I collapse beside Sabrina, my pulse racing. Gradually, my heart rate slows as sweat dribbles down my temples. With trembling hands, I reach up to remove her blindfold, then gently untie her wrists and ankles.
"Are you all right, Bree?"
She nuzzles my chest, her body still quivering slightly. When she speaks, her voice is soft and a bit hoarse. "I'm more than all right, Declan. That was...unbelievable. Mind-blowing. Earth-shattering. I think I had an out-of-body experience, reeling through the entire universe."
I chuckle, pressing a kiss to her forehead. "I'm glad you enjoyed it. You were absolutely amazing."
We lie here in comfortable silence for a few moments, basking in the afterglow. I run my fingers through Sabrina's tousled hair, marveling at how soft it is.
After a while, Sabrina clears her throat. "So, is this how all British men treat their lovers, or am I special?"
I can't help but laugh. Even after mind-blowing sex, she's still quick with the witty remarks. It's one of the things I adore about her. "Oh, you are definitely special, fair Sabrina." I roll onto my side, tracing delicate circles on her belly with my fingers. Care for some food now?"
"Mm, yes. Something sweet and savory."
I press a kiss to her temple. "How about some of those chocolate-covered strawberries we picked up earlier? And maybe some of that fancy cheese?"
Her whole face lights up. "Oh, yes, please."
I reluctantly disentangle myself from her warm embrace and pad naked across the room to the mini fridge. I can feel her eyes on me as I bend to retrieve our snacks, and I can't resist giving her a little show, flexing my muscles just a bit more than necessary. When I wriggle my arse, she cat calls me.
No, I don't mind that at all.
We do indeed devour the strawberries and cheese, then we tease each other with sarcasm as we often do. I want to ask if our days of me chasing her are over now, but I worry she might panic if I suggest I'd like to date her, much less take her home with me to meet my family. She sort of met Julian, but that was a brief encounter.
Will she panic? I don't know, but I have to try.
As we lounge on the bed, savoring the last of the strawberries, I steal glances at Sabrina. The way her eyes crinkle when she laughs, the gentle curve of her lips as she smiles---it all makes my heart race in a way I've never experienced before.
"What?" she asks, noticing me staring.
I cough, using that as an excuse until I can find the right words. "I was just thinking...about us."
She hunches her shoulders, lowering her head. When she speaks, her tone is hesitant. "In what way were you thinking about...us? If you want more bondage fun, I'd love to tie you up this time."
"And I would love that too, but..." I take a deep breath and plunge into the cold waters. "I was wondering if...well, if our days of me pursuing you are over now."
Her head jerks up, and I can see her body tense. Bloody hell, I've spooked her. Sabrina's eyes dart away from mine, and her fingers fidget with the edge of the sheet. The playful atmosphere from moments ago evaporates, replaced by a palpable tension.
"Declan, I..." she begins, then trails off.
I reach out, gently clasping her hand. "Hey, it's all right. We don't have to label anything if you're not ready."
"Um, it's not that I don't want to. It's just...I've been hurt before, Declan. Badly. You know that. And the thought of opening myself up to that again terrifies me."
I grasp her chin, urging her to look at me. "I get it, love, believe me. I've been hurt before too. But can I tell you something?"
Sabrina nods hesitantly.
"I'm scared too," I admit softly. "The way you make me feel...it's unlike anything I've ever experienced. And that's bloody frightening."
Her head pops up, and her eyes go wide.. "Really? You're scared too?"
I run a hand through my hair. "I'm absolutely petrified. But you know what? I think it's worth it. You are worth it, Bree."
She's quiet for a moment, her gaze searching mine. Then, little by little, a smile spreads across her face. "You know, for a sarcastic British jackass, you can be pretty sweet sometimes."
I grin, relief washing over me. "Don't spread that rumor, please. I have an atrocious reputation to uphold."
Bree draws her knees up to her chest and finally looks at me. "Maybe part of me does want more than hit and run sex with you, but I...I can't do that. Not yet."
"How much more time do you need?"
She shrugs. "It hasn't even been a week yet."
"I understand." But yes, my heart just fell to the floor and lies bleeding at my feet. How can I feel so deeply for her? We've only just met. But I already know she's the one for me. "Let's have a shower together and curl up in bed."
She smiles, her eyes twinkling. "Yes, please."
By the time Sabrina falls asleep, I've concocted a plan to win her heart---for real, and forever. It's risky. She might run away and never come back. But I must try.
So, I gather my belongings and skulk out of the hotel. But I do write Bree a note, handwritten, and leave it on the nightstand where she'll see it. The note consists of seven words.
It's your turn to chase me, darling .