Chapter Twenty-Nine
Declan
Turning around in her arms, she laid her hands on my chest. Her fingertips rubbing circles over my pounding heart. I searched her eyes, looking for the lie. Making sure I understood what she was saying.
My hands reached out for her hips. Dragging her closer, my lips descended to hers. I tentatively kissed her, waiting for her to pull away again. Waiting for the bucket of cold water to drench the heat I felt emanating from her body against mine.
One hand forged a path up her side and over her shoulder. Grasping her throat, I tipped her head back, deepening the kiss. My other hand slid down over the curve of her delectable ass. Pulling her against me, I made sure she felt just how much I wanted to be in her life.
Her hands fisted my shirt, and she whimpered. My lips trailed a path to her neck, kissing and nipping along the way. Kissing the base of her neck, I sucked, hard. I knew it would leave a mark. I didn’t care. I wanted everyone that saw her to know she was mine. She had always been mine.
Pulling back, I stepped away, snatching her hand and slowly escorting her back to the couch. Directing her to sit, I hovered over her. One hand on the back of the couch; one hand on her knee. Kissing her again until her body went soft, I placed my knee on the couch and pushed her back to the cushions, mounting over her.
I settled my big body between her legs as she wrapped her arms around my neck. I desperately wanted to sink my dick into her, but I needed to go slowly.
We had missed out on so much. Dates, holding hands, tentative goodbye kisses outside her father’s front door. Make-out sessions on the couch.
Someone cheated us out of a courtship that should have been the stuff of fairy tales, so I took my time devouring her mouth.
“Declan, please,” she begged.
I ignored her pleas, taking my time to heat her up.
I had been with countless women, but I knew she had only ever been with Duane. She didn’t have the experience I had, so I tortured us both, taking it slow.
Holding myself on my elbow, my other hand slid down to her hip, and she lifted her body, trying to force me to touch her where she wanted me most.
I chuckled and slid my hand under her shirt. Her skin was warm and silky. I grazed her breast and was rewarded with more skin. There was nothing preventing my voyage, and I covered her breast as she arched her back, filling my hand.
Pinching her nipple, she cried out, biting her lip. I loved it when she bit her lip. She might be almost fifty years old, but it was still sexy as hell.
When I looked at her face, I caught her staring at me. I watched her eyes darken with every squeeze of her nipple. I leaned down to her ear and whispered, “I’ve waited a lifetime for you. I want to take my time.”
My mouth moved back to her throat, and my tongue licked the throbbing pulse in her neck.
“Wait, Declan. Stop.” Maureen pushed at my chest, and I rolled to my side.
Jesus Christ, not again.
She squirmed out from under me, standing up and moving to the other side of the coffee table.
“Reenie, we’ve been over this shit.”
“I know. I just... I wasn’t ok with what we were doing.”
Sitting up on the couch, I drank her in as she stood in front of me.
“You weren’t... ok... with what we were doing? You just told me you wanted me in your fucking life.” I growled.
What fucking game was she playing?
I focused my eyes on her sleep shorts. They were so fucking short.
Maureen cleared her throat, and my gaze shot up to her face. She was smirking at me. I growled, and her smirk turned to a laugh before she grabbed the bottom of her shirt and whipped it over her head.
I stared at her ample curves.
Licking my lips, my focused was pulled to her hands. Her delicate fingers tucked into the waistband of her shorts, sliding them down her legs. My gaze followed those shorts as they made their way down her long, toned legs.
“You said... you weren’t...”
I couldn’t get the words out. My eyes roamed over her body, short circuiting my brain.
Once again, I felt like a fucking teenager seeing his first naked woman.
“You were going too slow.” She giggled.
My eyes trailed up her body, starting at her bare feet, pausing on the glistening cleft between her legs. My mouth began to water with my need to taste her.
My gaze continued to her waist, up to her tits, that were covered... no, not covered, held by her hands as I watched her twisting her nipples. When I got to her beautiful face, her bottom lip was caught between her teeth. The sparkle in her eyes told me she was laughing at me.
She’d had me convinced she was putting on the brakes. Really, what she’d done was hit the gas. She wanted to speed things up, and I was here for it.
My body sprang up, startling the dog, who raised up to his hind legs on the chair.
I glared at the dog. Pointing a finger at him, I growled, “Stay!” He watched me for a moment before laying back down, whimpering his displeasure.
I snapped my eyes back to Maureen. My hungry gaze took in her wide-eyed stare. Her eyes darkened as I stalked toward her. When I reached out to grab hold of her, she squealed and ran to the back of the house.
Straight to her bedroom. I didn’t need a bed to fuck this woman, but it would be a hell of a lot more comfortable. I wasn’t as young as I used to be.
I followed behind Maureen, catching her just before she disappeared into her room. Lifting her off her feet with my arm around her waist, I whispered, “You wanna play, baby? Let’s play.”
I carried her to the bed, bending her over the side, much the same way I bent her over the engine of her car on her first night in town. Covering her back with my front, I ground my hard, denim-covered cock against her naked ass.
“I held you just like this that first night in town. On the side of the road, when you threatened my life. Could you feel how hard I was against you?”
“Yes,” she groaned, pushing back against me.
“You were so fucking hot. Hearing you threaten my life in Gaelige. Though it did make me what to shove my cock in your mouth to shut you up.”
Maureen moaned.
“Is that what you want? My hard cock down your throat?”
“Declan, please,” she begged.
“Please what, Reenie? What do you want?”
“I want you to fuck me.”
“Soon,” I whispered before I lifted myself.
Placing one hand on her back, I held her to the mattress, allowing my other hand to roam over her plump ass.
“I’ve wanted my hands on this ass since you walked away from me at The Diner. Do you remember that day? Talking and laughing with Allie while you looked at me over your shoulder?”
I rubbed my hand over her round cheek, caressing her. Pulling a gasp from her with every squeeze.
“Then you walked away with barely a word to me.”
I lightly trailed my fingertips across her ass and down the back of her thigh, before pulling back and landing my hand back on her with a loud smack.
“Fuck!” she groaned.
“I don’t like being ignored, Reenie.”
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
Three times, before I caressed the red handprint I’d left behind. Leaning down, I kissed the area my hand just punished. Getting on my knees behind her, I studied my handprint.
SMACK!
SMACK!
SMACK!
“DECLAN!”
“Had to make the other side even, Reenie. You know how I like justice and order.”
Maureen looked over her shoulder, locking her eyes on me. The glare she tried to scorch me with was nothing more than the fire of lust in her eyes. She wanted to believe she was in control.
Not here, Not ever.
My hands reached out to caress her. Squeezing her ass cheeks in each hand, I pulled them apart and dove in. I ran my tongue over her drenched pussy. I licked and penetrated her moist folds, devouring her sweet cream.
Sliding first one thick finger into her cunt had her crying out. When I slid the second finger in, she sucked in a loud breath. Her hot, tight hole clamped down on my fingers as she came. Releasing a guttural moan that was music to my ears.
I lapped at her until her tremors subsided. Not wanting to waste a single drop. Then, I stood behind her and lifted her off the bed, turning her to face me.
“Was that fast enough for you, baby?” I didn’t wait for her to respond as I slammed my lips over hers, letting her taste her release on my tongue.
I pulled back and looked at her.
The relaxed look on her face had me smiling. Her eyes were still closed, and her breaths were coming fast still. The lines of a life well lived were evident on her face. The crinkles at the corner of her eyes that women referred to as crow’s feet were one of the sexiest parts of an older woman. It showed a woman who had lived. One that experienced life with enough joy and laughter, that her body wanted to shout it to anyone who gazed upon her beautiful face.
Cradling her cheek, I pulled her close.
“Look at me, Reenie.”
Her eyes opened slowly. I didn’t want to see the question in her eyes. The one that asked if she was enough.
Did I enjoy her?
Did I want more?
Did I want her?
“We’re just getting started, baby.”
Placing my hand on her chest, I pushed. She landed on the bed with a soft bounce. And I crawled over her.
Taking her mouth again, I slid my tongue over hers. I could spend hours doing nothing more than kissing this woman.
My lips trailed over her chin, charting a course from her neck to her collarbone. Seeing the mark my lips had left earlier, I grinned like the cocky bastard I was. Everyone would see it. King would see it; Banshee would see it. I only wish Sal was still here to see it.
My mark.
My possession of her.
My claim.
Mine.
I licked the small bruise, then traveled further to her breasts. I fondled and kneaded the ripe flesh, catching the hard nubs between my teeth. I caressed each peak with my tongue, alternating back and forth as Maureen arched her back.
I could feel her building once more, when I abruptly pulled back, standing by the side of the bed.
Maureen’s eyes snapped open, and she gave me a look of contempt as she leaned up on her elbows.
“What the fuck, Declan?”
I couldn’t stop the chuckle, despite knowing it would piss her off more.
“It’s your fault, baby. I got so caught up in your sexy body I just realized I have too many clothes on to fuck you properly.”
Surprise washed over her, and she let her eyes travel over my body. Her expression switched from anger to lust as she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, and I almost came undone.
“Well, hurry the fuck up,” she commanded.
She watched as I began to painstakingly slowly unbutton my shirt. She would learn she wasn’t in control.
Who the fuck are you trying to convince?
My inner voice was right.
I might want to make the rules and command how things are done. But Maureen had full control over my every thought and emotion.
She owned me.
And I couldn’t be happier.