14. Liz
LIZ
“Liz, you’re amazing. You're sure?" he asked again.
"Yes.”
“Because if you’re not ready, I'll wait until you are."
"I am ready, Declan. I want this. You."
“This is not a one-and-done. I want you to know that. That’s not how I roll.” His words didn’t scare me. Instead they ignited something within me that told me I was more than okay with that.
“Understood.”
The man was a work of art. Of course, he'd always been impressive, but seeing him naked, that was an entirely different thing. He had all his clothing off, and I could really look at all of him. His muscles were unreal, defined to perfection. He had more of an athlete’s physique than that of a lawyer.
His body wasn’t lean but a bit bulky, and I wanted to touch him all over.
Out of habit, I started to move my hand over my belly. I wasn’t self-conscious in the least; it was a learned reaction from everything I’d gone through.
“Don’t cover yourself, Liz. I want to see you, all of you. You're damn beautiful.”
“The scar isn't.” I wasn’t sure why I mentioned it; maybe I wanted a response, his assurance that it didn’t affect him.
“ All of you is damn beautiful,” he said slowly, emphasizing every word. And I believed him. “I'm going to prove to you tonight how amazing you are, that you deserve the world. I'm going to give you pleasure, Liz. A lot of it.”
“I can't wait,” I said with bated breath. I didn’t say it out loud, but he’d soon experience all the wicked things I wanted to do to him too.
“I'm going to do so many things with you. Tomorrow you won't remember anything except the pleasure I gave you.”
He kissed me hard and hot as we moved to the bedroom.
When we stepped inside, he skimmed his hand down my face and my neck, lowering it until he reached my stomach.
With his thumb, he touched the length of my scar.
I kept my eyes trained on him. He didn't even flinch.
Then he moved his hand farther down. Kissing the side of my neck, he trailed his fingers down my stomach, past my navel, right to my pussy.
He spread my thighs apart and pressed his middle finger against my pussy.
I buckled from the sensations as goose bumps broke out on my skin.
He moved his fingers slowly up and down, rubbing my sensitive flesh in slow, controlled strokes.
“Oh my God,” I whispered. This was going to be my undoing. Every stroke sent tingles all over my body, starting from my center.
He kept exploring my neck and shoulders.
His left hand moved down my back, cupping one buttock firmly.
I felt my orgasm forming everywhere . I couldn't explain it. It was like a giant wave starting from the depths of my body, and it hit me without warning. I cried out loud. My legs shook, my belly muscles tightened, and my head fell back. My body was moving of its own accord like I had no control. And I didn’t; Declan held every ounce of my control.
He kissed my neck and then put me on the bed.
I was still breathing hard, and I closed my eyes, my head spinning from his ministrations.
I gasped when I felt him kissing down my body, drawing the tip of his nose across the scar and then pressing his lips to it. A wave of emotion rolled over me. Suddenly, every sensation was magnified. I could barely breathe from the intensity of it.
Opening my eyes, I saw Declan looking up at me. He kept moving down until he was between my legs. I couldn't hold his gaze anymore. Watching this mountain of a man completely focused on my pleasure sent me over the edge.
I looked away, and then I cried out when I felt the tip of his tongue around my clit, pressing flat against it.
I moaned, buckling beneath his ministrations.
And then a groan tore from me when he pushed his tongue inside me.
I came again, so hard that my vision went completely dark for a few seconds.
I was acutely aware of the fact that I was tugging at the sheets.
Finally, I regained my sight. Declan was standing on his feet, gently looking at me.
“You're so damn beautiful,” he said.
That voice! It was sex on a stick, truly. And oh my goodness, he started touching himself. I watched his hand, stroking up and down his cock, and instantly felt energy coiling through my center, anticipating the moment he'd be inside me.
When he reached for his pants, taking a condom out of the back pocket, I wrapped my hand around his cock and squeezed.
His groan was loud, taking over his whole body.
His erection pulsed in my hand, and his chest expanded.
The vein in his neck thickened. It filled me with pride that I brought him so much pleasure with one stroke.
“Fuck, I want you so badly, Liz.”
He slid the condom on and then leaned over the bed with one knee.
Taking one of my legs, he put my ankle on his shoulder and then did the same with the other one.
He was so tall that my legs were dangling slightly in the air, but it wasn't uncomfortable; in fact, it was invigorating that my body was totally opened up to him.
He pressed his thumb on my clit in small circles and pushed in a few inches.
“Fuck, fuck, you feel good. So damn good.”
I sucked in a breath, feeling like I was about to explode again.
How was this possible so fast? Maybe I was still riding the wave of my last orgasm, but I felt every inch of him as he slid in.
Leaning over me, he captured my mouth. Then he was all in and paused.
We just kissed for a few seconds, and it felt so glorious to have his cock and his tongue pleasure me at the same time.
Then he started moving, and there was nothing gentle about it.
I loved the friction between us, the way his thighs slapped against my ass.
I was completely overwhelmed by the way he owned me right now.
The third orgasm hit me just as unexpectedly as the first two and just as hard.
I cried out so damn loud. He pushed through, and I felt I was going to come apart from pleasure.
It was impossible to feel this good. I'd never experienced it.
Bracing myself on my forearms, I thrust against him, keeping up with his rhythm, watching him when he came apart. He was glorious.
Declan
She was lying on her back, breathing heavily with her eyes closed.
I drew the tip of my nose over her belly.
Sweat dotted her whole body. She'd been so damn wild, giving herself to me without restraint.
I moved the tip of my nose over her scar and felt her whole body tense.
Then I put my lips on the same spot, moving up and down against her leg.
"You don't have to do that, you know," she whispered.
"I want to. I want to kiss and touch every inch of you." I glanced up at her and saw that she was looking at me intently. I kissed up her chest until I was level with her eyes. "I've wanted you since the first night I caught you dancing."
Her face immediately split into a grin. "Really? You hid it well. I thought you wanted to toss me out of the guest house on my ass."
"I had many thoughts about that ass. I fantasized about what you were hiding under those workout clothes every evening."
She smirked. "And now you know."
"I do." I clasped my hand around her jaw and cheeks, coming up level with her lips. "I can't stop wanting you."
"Then don't stop."
"Don't tempt me any more tonight."
She laughed. "Your hand is on my boob, and your cock is pressing against my leg. I don't think you're trying very hard."
Chuckling, I moved off her, staying to one side. She put her hands on her belly, tracing the scar with her middle finger.
"I'm very grateful for that. It brought you to Chicago," I said.
She smiled. "I got so lucky."
My stomach bottomed out as her implication hit me, and my protective instincts went into overdrive.
I wanted to do everything within my power to make sure this woman was always safe, that she wasn't in harm's way, that nothing touched her. Absolutely nothing. It was the first time I’d ever felt anything like this.
She pulled the covers over herself, shuddering. "I should probably go take a shower, but I'm too lazy."
"That makes two of us," I said. “How are you feeling?”
“Blissfully happy and sated.”
“I meant how are you feeling in regards to earlier? You were very shaken.”
She turned on one side, looking up at me. “I know, but a certain sexy lawyer took care of me.” She paused a second. “Wait, let me check my phone and see if my sister sent anything.”
Before she got off the bed, I grabbed her wrist. Her bandage had slipped a bit, enough for me to see her burn was healing nicely. “This looks good.”
“It does. You’re great at taking care of me.” She may have been partly teasing, but she’d soon find out that I intended to do just that.
She disappeared from the room and returned a few minutes later, pouting.
“Nothing,” she said. “But I guess no news is good news.”
I patted the bed. "Tell me more about your family."
"You really want to know?"
"Yeah." I wanted pillow talk with Liz. Another first in my life.
She lay back down next to me, fluffing the pillow.
"They're amazing. Mom and Dad are both retired. They like to spoil us a lot. Every Christmas, they organized a scavenger hunt for us as kids. It sort of became a tradition, so they’re still doing it. It’s my favorite time of the year, foraging for clues in their backyard.
They worked at the general store while we grew up and knew everyone in town.
I swear some of the customers would come just to chat with Dad.
He could talk your ear off about anything and everything.
” She paused, and I could see the wistfulness in her eyes.
“Mom and Dad are both special. They're very kind and warm, and so is my sister. "
"Is she younger than you?"
"No, she's actually older, but only a year.
She's married and gave birth to my niece two months ago. And that little nugget has my heart. I never even knew it was possible to love someone at first sight just because they're there, but Amy is adorable, and I can’t wait to watch her grow into a lovely young lady.”
"I know what you mean. I've got a niece too, remember? Kids have this strange power."
"They do. They're tiny and cute, and all odds are in their favor."
"So, how often do you see your parents?"
"Oh, don't start about that. Not often enough.
I honestly don't have time to see them, and I don't own a car either. The train connections are horrendous, so I can only go by bus. It takes forever. I went there when my niece was born but haven’t been since.” She yawned, rubbing her eyes.
“I'm getting drowsy, aren’t you?" she asked.
"Go to sleep, Liz. I'm right here."
She bit her lower lip. "Are you staying here?"
I frowned. "You don't want me to?"
"Hey, I asked first," she said, sounding a bit more alert than before.
"I'm staying, Liz. You can try to kick me out. Won’t work."
"I won't do any such thing. Are you kidding me? I have this muscly arm and chest as a pillow. No way am I going to kick you out."
I laughed, moving closer until my arm was positioned so she could better rest her head against it. I was going to tease her about my other “muscly” parts, as she called them, but she was completely asleep a few minutes later. Her breath wheezed out at an even pace.
I couldn't fall asleep right away. I'd always had sleeping issues. My mind usually raced at night, but not right now. I was caught up in the moment, enjoying her.