23. Declan #2
Following that lead, I reach up and cup her other breast, teasing the nipple between my thumb and finger. “Does playing with your nipples make you wetter?”
She arches closer to my hand. “Yes. Sometimes I wish I had more hands, so I could reach all the spots I need.”
I suck a breath through my nose. “Well, now you’ve got two more to use.” I tug on her nipple. “Where do you want to put your hands?”
“Between my legs with my vibrator.”
Yep. I’m going to die.
I reach over and pick up the vibrator, handing it to her.
“Will you—” She moans as I flick my thumb over her nipple.
“Anything,” I tell her.
“I always have your scent around me, but I have to imagine you talking to me. I love your voice. Will you talk to me while I use it?”
“Jesus, yes. What kind of things do I say in your fantasies?”
She turns the vibrator on. A soft, slow buzzing sound fills the air. “You’re a very dirty talker in my fantasies.”
“Oh, I am very glad to hear that.”
I slide my hands under her and shift her over on the bed, lying down next to her, stretched out fully, my cock pressing against her hip. I put one arm over her head. My other hand covers the breast I haven’t yet given attention to. I play with her nipple as I lower my head.
“I love that your nipples are sensitive. I could stay right here for hours.” I suck gently and she cries out. “Yep, super sensitive. I would expect nothing less, Firework. And I want to hear my name when you come. Nice and loud.”
I slide my hand down over her body, brushing over her mound, but not staying. We’re not quite there yet.
I take her hand holding the vibrator and move it over her clit. “Make yourself feel good. Show me. Show me how you make yourself come.”
She whimpers softly as she moves the buzzing tip over her clit.
I suck on her nipple again, then lift my head to watch.
She parts her legs, and I reach down to grasp the one closest to me, draping her leg over my hip.
“Oh, God,” she chokes.
I glide my hand up her inner thigh, still staying away from that most intimate spot. But now I can see it clearly.
“You’re so fucking pretty,” I tell her. “I can’t wait to see you fall apart.”
She moves the buzzing tip in a little circle. “You’ve already seen it.”
I look down at her and her gorgeous blue eyes. “Yes, yes, I did. I can still taste you.”
“Oh my God.” She presses the vibrator a little more firmly.
I cup her breast again, tugging on the nipple as I press kisses from her mouth along her jaw to her ear. My brain tells me to ask her how she’s doing, to ask for guidance.
But I hesitate.
She has been doing all of this on her own for so long.
Yes, she’s had her therapist—and I am going to send an enormous bouquet of flowers to Thea immediately—but sex is very much meant to be about more than one person.
There’s absolutely push and pull. Astrid and I definitely have that.
I think of all of our banter, the way she’s been challenging me, the rush I get from rising to that challenge.
If there’s anything I’ve learned, it’s that Astrid will absolutely tell me if I’ve overstepped.
She doesn’t want to be coddled. She wants our friction, and the way I meet her head-on.
She likes my protectiveness, but she also likes my cockiness.
So I say against her ear, “This sweet pussy has just been waiting for me to get here and worship it, hasn’t it?”
She gasps, and I feel her body tense. But it’s not a negative tension. This is tension that says we’re getting close to a climax.
I slide my hand from her breast down to her stomach, resting it there as she continues to press and circle the vibrator.
“Does this vibrator go faster?” I ask. “Are you imagining my tongue again? Should we just toss it to the side and let me take over?”
Much to my shock, she does exactly that. The vibrator hits the floor, still on, buzzing on the carpet, and she grips the back of my head, her fingers pulling against my hair. “Yes, please, Declan. Of course, I always imagine it’s your mouth.”
She doesn’t have to ask me twice. I shift, sliding down her body, kissing down over her lower belly. “Are you nice and wet? Are you even sweeter and stickier than you were on the couch?”
She nods her head quickly, her other hand going to the back of my head so she’s cupping my head with both hands.
“Yes, God, I’m so close. Please.”
“Tell me exactly what you want,” I say, hovering above her. “Tell me. Use the words lick and suck. Tell me to fuck you with my tongue.”
“Yes, suck on my clit. Please. Fuck me with your tongue.”
She says it so easily that my entire body throbs with want.
And I do exactly as she asks. I lick over her clit, and she cries out, clearly right on the edge.
Then I suck lightly before sliding my tongue down and thrusting in and out of her sweet, wet channel.
She is chanting my name, gripping my hair and arching up closer to my mouth.
I fuck her as deeply as I can with my tongue, then return to circling her clit.
And it's mere seconds before she goes off.
She arches against me, and cries out my name, loud and clear.
I only give her a few seconds before I kiss my way back up her body and fasten my mouth to hers. I kiss her deeply, then lift my head. “That was fucking beautiful.”
She kisses me again and says breathlessly, “Thank you. That was so good.”
I reach for the bag of dilators. “You start small and work up, right?” That’s what the Internet said.
She nods. I withdraw the smallest, but she says, “We can go bigger than that.”
“Oh, my beautiful girl,” I say without thinking, looking for the next biggest of the five.
She makes a sweet, soft sound that’s not quite a moan, not quite a whimper. I look up and realize that she liked that. I run my hand down her thigh. “You like, Beautiful Girl?”
“Yes. Not as much as Firework,” she tells me.
I drop my forehead to her stomach. “You are so fucking perfect.”
I feel her fingers stroke through my hair.
“This whole thing is perfect.” Her voice is soft and husky.
I meet her gaze. “It really is.” I hope she realizes that I mean more than just this time in bed naked.
It’s too soon to tell her that I’m in love with her, but I hope I can show her with my actions.
I hold up the second-largest silicone dilator.
But she shakes her head. I pull out the third and hold it up.
“You’ve got me… really relaxed.”
I run the tip up her thigh.
“I think I can do number four.”
“My amazing goddess, I don’t want you to push too hard.”
“I’m good.”
I trust her. “Show me how it works.”
She runs her hand over her stomach. She circles her clit, then slides her middle finger into her pussy. “Just…insert it…here.”
I chuckle even as my cock pulses with need. “You want me to do it, Firework?”
“Yes, if you’re okay with that.”
Instead of answering, I lift the wand to my mouth and slide it into my mouth to wet it.
Her lips part with surprise.
Then I press it gently against her clit before sliding it down to her entrance. “Like this?” I start to ease it into her.
“Yes,” she gasps softly.
Watching the cylinder disappear into her hot, wet body is beautiful and excruciating at the same time.
“You are such a good girl,” I tell her as I slide the dilator slowly into her.
“Working on this all this time, so we can be together like this. Thank you for that. Making it so I can enjoy this gorgeous, sweet body. So I get to experience this perfect pussy.”
She gives a soft moan, and I see her hand grip the duvet.
I stop, keeping my voice slow and calm. “I want you to feel good, every fucking minute. You understand? You are going to tell me exactly what you need.”
I know that she will respond better to firm, near commands rather than me asking things like, are you okay? I ease the tool out slightly, then press again. “So fucking perfect,” I praise. “You’re doing so well. I love being here with you like this.”
“It’s good,” she says, nearly panting. “Declan, it’s really good.”
I bite my tongue before I ask, are you sure? She is sure. She knows what she’s doing. She knows her body. She’s done this a million times. The fact that she’s letting me be a part of this, trusting me to do this, is a fucking miracle. I just need to be here with her and make it good.
“I can’t wait to feel your heat and your wetness. I’m so fucking glad I can help get you wet like this, Astrid,” I tell her.
“Thinking of you always gets me wet.”
“That is the best thing anyone has ever said to me,” I tell her honestly.
“Even better than ‘you just made another billion dollars’?” she asks, sounding like she’s having a hard time getting enough air into her lungs even as she teases me.
I lower my head and press a kiss to her stomach, then drag my mouth down to her inner thigh. “I would give a hundred billion to be here like this with you.”
“You…can you…?”
“Anything.”
“Would you try with your fingers instead?”
I freeze. Then, again, instead of asking if she's sure, I say the next thing that comes to mind. “I would fucking love to.”
She gives me almost a shy smile, which is hilarious considering where we are and what we’re doing. I withdraw the dilator and, with my eyes locked on her, say, “Blushing? Now, Mrs. O’Grady?”
Her inner thighs tense slightly at the Mrs. O’Grady, and I make a note that she likes that.
I fucking love that she likes that.