18. Declan
DECLAN
We went directly into the master bedroom. After putting her glass of water on the nightstand, I carried Liz to the bathroom.
When we were standing in front of the shower, I put my hands on her hips, turning her to face me. "You're so damn beautiful, babe."
I skimmed my hands over the cups of her bra before slipping them around her back and undoing the clasp.
Then I peeled off the straps, throwing the bra away somewhere in the bathroom.
Next, I took care of her panties, lowering myself on my haunches and slowly bringing them down her legs, looking straight at her while I did.
Her eyes were hooded; she was clearly aroused, just the way I wanted her.
And then we slipped in the shower under the spray of water.
“I'm going first,” I said, rubbing shower gel on my palms and soaping her up, starting with her shoulders and moving down, paying attention to every inch of her skin.
“Declan,” she murmured when I slipped my hands farther down on one thigh and then the other, then even farther down to her knees.
Turning her around, I got back up, soaping the backs of her thighs, then her gorgeous ass, kissing up her back as I went higher.
She gasped and then reached for the shower gel, soaping me up. Then she reached for my cock.
“No,” I said.
“What?” She trembled slightly.
“No.”
“Why not?”
“I have other plans for you. For us.”
“Okay,” she whispered as I washed off the shower gel and then turned off the water. Stepping out, I handed her a towel and grabbed one for myself, and we dried off.
“Stop looking at me like that. I can't think straight,” she whispered.
“I can't look at you any other way.”
Taking her hand, I led her to the bedroom. She laughed, pointing to her iced water, the glass caked with flour.
“I'm such a terrible teacher. All I've shown you today is how to make a mess.”
I brought her hand to my mouth, kissing the back of it.
“I bet you're a better teacher, for the sexy stuff anyway,” she said.
I pinned her with my gaze. “Do you trust me, Liz?”
“Yes.”
“How much?”
“With everything I have,” she whispered.
“Then close your eyes.”
“Why?”
I laughed, shaking my head. Going to the dresser, I grabbed a tie.
“I'm going to use this to blindfold you.”
She licked her lips. Her skin broke into goose bumps as she noticeably pressed her thighs together. Fucking hell, she was getting so turned on just from the idea of being blindfolded.
“Okay,” she breathed. She closed her eyes while I loosely placed the tie over them and then knotted it behind her head.
She looked gorgeous like this, completely naked except for the blindfold. Her breathing accelerated. I stepped right in front of her, touching her neck.
"I'm going to explore every inch of you, Liz. I'm going to leave my mark on you."
"Claiming me?" She sounded curious but accepting.
"Yes, every part of you." I moved one hand down her neck to her shoulder, pushing a few strands of hair away on her back. I put my mouth on her, starting at her neck and lowering myself until I clamped around her nipple. I skimmed my other hand down to her pussy. Fuck, she was already wet.
"Oh," she whispered as she squirmed with pleasure.
My balls tightened. Watching her reactions turned me on to no end.
I couldn't take my eyes off her while moving my hand slowly on her clit.
At the same time, I was twirling my tongue around her nipple.
She was gorgeous and already consumed with ecstasy.
Everything was heightened for her because she couldn't see, and I planned to give her so much joy that she wouldn't forget tonight.
She grabbed my cock in her silky hand, moving up and down.
"Liz," I said with a groan. "Fuck, this feels good." I could tell she was more on edge now because the texture of her skin had changed. It was smooth before, but now I could feel goose bumps along with a bit of dampness forming. I liked watching her succumb to her enjoyment and open up to me.
I brought the glass of water closer to me on the nightstand before grabbing an ice cube.
"What's happening? Oh!" she shrieked the second I took my mouth off her nipple and made a perfect circle with the ice cube where my mouth had been.
"Declan… oh, Declan," she exclaimed.
She was already losing control. Fuck, this is good.
Taking the ice cube away, I clamped my mouth on her hard bud again. I wanted to drive her crazy, and the change from cold to hot would do just that.
I glided the cube between her breasts, but I didn't move it lower. Instead, I took a step back.
"Where are you?" she asked.
"I'm right here, babe. It's time for a change."
"You're killing me," she whispered.
"Lie down on your belly."
"Okay," she murmured, doing exactly as I instructed.
I knelt at the edge of the bed. Her body was pure perfection: her curvy hips and round ass.
I ran the cube from the top of her spine down to her lower back in one swift move, and then I put my mouth in the same place, tracing a long line.
I let the cube glide along her right ass cheek and followed that trail with my mouth.
Her goose bumps multiplied, and she dug her toes into the mattress.
"Declan," she exclaimed, but it came out muffled against the pillow.
I followed that pattern over her entire body, taking my time with her left ass cheek and then each of her thighs until she was a bundle of nerves. I could tell she was ready for me from the way she was pressing her forehead against the pillow and fisting the bedsheets.
"Declan… Declan, please," she muttered.
Fucking hell, that plea was my undoing. She was begging for me, and I was going to oblige.
I took a condom from the nightstand, rolling it on.
I groaned, my erection already painful. I needed to be inside her, but before entering her, I leaned over to take away her blindfold.
I wanted her to be able to see, watch me move in and out of her.
It was important to me that she could see it was me, that I was the only one who could do this for her. She needed to know she was mine.
I undid the knot, taking it away carefully. She was breathing fast, looking at me over her shoulder.
"I want you," she said.
"You have me, babe. You so fucking have me." One day she’d know just how much.
I put a pillow under her, lifting her ass up a bit, and then positioned myself at her entrance. She was so damn wet that I pushed in all the way to the hilt with one thrust.
"Fuck, babe, you feel so good. So damn good."
I rested my arms at her sides, moving with long, controlled strokes. She spasmed around me.
"How can it feel like this?" she murmured, fisting the sheets even more.
I leaned down, kissing her shoulders, moving from the left one all the way to the right, all the while keeping my rhythm.
Her pussy was delicious, contracting all around me.
I could feel her orgasm forming, from the way her breath hitched to the way she undulated her hips on every thrust. I already knew her body intimately, and yet I wanted to get even deeper under her skin.
I'd meant what I'd told her. I wanted to mark her, but not just in a physical way.
I sucked in a breath, pushing faster now. I couldn't hold back.
Liz pushed back into me. My whole body was on edge, and my muscles all clamped down at the same time. But I wanted to hold off my orgasm for a while longer. I wanted her to have two.
I put my hand between her pussy and the mattress, right over her clit.
"Declan," she breathed. Her voice shook.
I moved my fingers up and down her clit, feeling her go rigid under me.
"I love this so much," she said, and then she exploded. She went completely wild under me, thrashing and crying out, and I was merciless, thrusting quickly. I couldn't hold back at all. I needed to get every drop of pleasure out of her.
Then she pulled me over with her, and I gave in. I buried my face in her neck, groaning against her damp skin, pushing us both over the top. The sound of my pelvis slapping her ass cheeks filled the room, along with our groans. This felt impossibly good.
"Oh, you are an extra great teacher," she murmured.
I rolled onto one side, propping my elbow on the bed and my head in my palm. "Is that so?" I traced a finger from her collarbone down between her breasts.
"Oh yeah, I can vouch for you. Actually, no. Wait, I take that back. I don't. No one has to know how great you are. They might steal you."
"No one's going to steal me, Liz."
She looked at me, touching my bicep. "This is a much more efficient way of relaxing than baking, huh?" she teased.
"I'd say yes, though due to someone being a lousy teacher, we never got to the end of the baking process."
"So it's my fault, hmm?"
"Did you or did you not drop the flour?"
"Did you or did you not distract me?" she replied.
"Might have,” I admitted.
She kissed up and down my bicep, coming level with me.
“You’re in thinking mode already, I can tell. Are you going to talk to your family about the papers?"
"Honestly, I was thinking about not telling them at all. I mean, what's the point?"
"The guy is your cousin's ex, right? She might want to know. Do you think it's best to keep things to yourself? You seem pretty tight-knit."
"No, you're right. We tell each other stuff. But they can’t do anything about this.”
“True, but I think sharing everything makes us stronger.”
"Good point. See, maybe you're not such a lousy teacher after all." I winked.
She smacked my hand. "So, back to the topic of sexy activities. What's with the blindfold?"
"Your senses are heightened when you can't see."
She nodded in agreement. "And what about the ice cube?"
"It would draw a reaction from your body anyway, but even more so when you're not expecting it."
“Hmmm… you’ve got a lot of tricks up your sleeve, huh? Or down your pants is probably a better analogy.”
I cupped her face, pushing her back down. “Yes, I do. And I can’t wait to show you all of them.”