23. Declan #3
I lift the little cylinder to my mouth and suck it clean, making her eyes widen before I toss it onto the duvet. “You are my new favorite flavor,” I tell her, moving to settle more fully between your thighs.
“I am very happy to hear that,” she tells me.
“You think that now,” I tell her, running a hand up and down her thigh. “But I think I’m addicted. I’m going to want to be right here a lot. You might get sick of me.”
She laughs lightly. “I very much doubt that.”
I lean in and pepper kisses up her inner thigh to her mound again. I lick lightly over her clit, then brush my fingers over the same spot.
“Jesus, I can’t wait to feel you,” I tell her.
I try not to let on that I’m a little nervous about this.
I don’t want to hurt her. I know there’s a chance, and I know that we’ll work through it, and that it’s an important step for both of us.
But fuck, the idea of putting my hands on her and hurting her in any way makes a huge knot tighten my lower gut.
“Touch me, Declan,” she says, pleading in her tone.
Well, I am definitely not going to let my wife beg me for that.
I circled the tip of my tongue over her clit as I run my middle finger around her opening, testing for any tension and making sure she’s nice and wet.
She is, and the only reaction I get is a sweet, low moan.
I ease my finger into the first knuckle. Her stomach sucks in slightly, and I can tell she’s holding her breath.
“Breathe, Firework,” I tell her. “You’re so hot and wet, I’m going to make you feel so good.”
Praying silently that that is true, I slide my finger a little further. She takes me easily, and I hear the moan escape between her pretty lips.
“That’s it. Good girl,” I praise.
I feel a little flutter around my fingers, and it is definitely not pain. “My wife likes to be praised,” I comment. “I suppose that makes sense, since you’ve been performing and showing off how amazing you are for years.”
I circle my finger slowly around the ring of muscles, testing for any tension or pain.
“I especially like it from you,” she admits.
I look from the gorgeous sight literally in my hands to her face.
Her cheeks are flushed, her breasts are rising and falling with her breathing, and her eyes are locked on me.
“Whenever you need to be told that you are fucking incredible, you come to me,” I tell her, easing my finger in a little further.
She moans, and her hand comes down to circle my wrist. But she doesn’t stop me or pull me away. She presses me deeper.
“Oh my God, it feels good. Oh, thank God. It feels so good.”
Thank God is right. I feel a relieved breath escape, and I settle in a little more fully. I am just now aware of how tightly I was holding myself.
“You’re amazing,” I tell her, meaning it from the bottom of my heart.
“You’re making me feel amazing,” she tells me, her voice shaky. “Can you make me come like this?”
“I am very happy to give it my best effort.”
I pull my finger out slowly, then ease it back in.
Again, she simply moans, so I do it again. Then again. I pick up the pace slightly when she lifts her hips, as if trying to get closer.
“Play with your pretty nipples,” I order her as I lower my mouth to her clit.
I flick my tongue over it and suck gently.
I start to lift my head to give her a further order, but there’s no need.
The next moment, I feel her pussy clamp down around my fingers as she comes.
“Declan!”
I lift my head swiftly to look up at her, but her head is thrown back in pleasure, her neck arched, one hand on her breast, but now simply cupping it.
I keep my fingers in place, but stop moving.
She slumps back against the mattress and takes a long, deep breath.
Then she looks down at me.
“Oh my God.”
Now I do ask the question. “Are you okay? Any pain?”
She shakes her head, opens her mouth, and then simply starts crying.
I immediately crawl up her body and pull her into my chest. “It’s okay, it’s okay, Astrid.”
“I’m so sorry. It’s so dumb to cry.”
I cup the back of her head and stroke my hand down her back. “There’s nothing dumb about it. Do whatever you need to do.”
“I’m just so… happy. I didn’t know if it would happen. And it did. The first time. You made it happen. Twice.”
She’s babbling a little, but I hear and understand every single word.
My chest tightens, but it’s not with fear or nerves now. It’s with the deep realization that I love this woman completely, and there is nothing that I ever want her to have to face on her own again. I want to know absolutely everything, and I want to be the one to help her with it all.
I shift to pull the duvet down around us, then flip it up over our bodies. I cuddle her close, feeling her tears against my chest.
I hate her tears, but at the same time I love that she’s willing to shed them in front of me.
Several minutes later, she’s finally quiet, and I pull back to look down at her.
She is fast asleep.
And two realizations hit me. One, my life is now fully and completely here in Rebel, Louisiana.
And two, I don’t want to even wiggle my toe for fear it might disturb her. But I’m going to have to eventually get up and go take care of the ducks.