36. Declan #3
“It’s been too long,” I tell her, throwing them to the floor.
“And I don’t know why you’re worried. I’m about to get a lot more…
intimate with you.” She opens her mouth, probably to sass me back, but I get down onto my stomach, my shoulders forcing her legs apart, and blow a breath over her slick pussy, and her mouth shuts with a snap.
I smile, but then lean forward, pressing an open mouth kiss to her, my tongue dipping into her entrance and then going up, searching out her swollen clit.
She jerks under me, a cry escaping as one hand goes into my hair, grabbing a handful and giving it a vicious tug.
I relish the pain of it, eyes flicking up to watch as she arches against the mattress, writhing under my touch.
I murmur, “That’s it,” savoring the salty musk of her taste.
I drink her down greedily, like a man who’s just found water after being trapped in a desert.
I don’t know if it’s the time apart, but she’s an aphrodisiac.
Everything about her—her taste, her scent—shoots straight down my body to my dick.
Another glance up at her trembling body and she’s pressing her free hand against her mouth, muffling her sounds.
I refocus on her clit, suctioning my mouth around her, even as I reach a hand between us.
I don’t give her a warning before I thrust them deep, her loud cry filling the room, and satisfaction fills me.
I curl my fingers, finding that sensitive spot inside her, and she gushes around me, inner muscles clamping down on my fingers.
Underneath me, my cock throbs, already leaking pre-cum, and I press my hips into the bed.
“Give it to me, baby,” I rasp out. “I want every sound. All your pleasure. I want you to lose control, forgetting everything but what I can give you.”
She digs her nails into my scalp, forcing me against her and practically suffocating me with her pussy, but…
What a fucking way to go.
I work my fingers in and out of her, my tongue lashing her clit, and then she’s screaming, one hand still in my hair and the other fisting the bedspread under her.
I sit up, wiping my face against the back of my wrist, her eyes on me the whole time, eyes glazed and chest heaving.
“You okay, baby?” I ask, unable to stop the smug smile.
She shakes her head once, and then again. Before I can ask what’s wrong, she’s on her knees and crouching over in front of me, taking me deep into her mouth.
“Fuck!” I cry out in surprise, my head falling back at the feel of her mouth, molten, and wet, and perfect.
I look down just in time to catch her smile, right before she digs her tongue into the slit at the head of my cock, gathering every drop of pre-cum and swallowing it down.
I press a hand to the back of her head, not pushing but just for something to do, as she hollows her cheeks around me.
She bobs her head, taking me too far, and gags, her throat convulsing tightly around me, and I can’t do it.
I fist her hair roughly and drag her off me, ignoring the squeak of surprise and petulant look she shoots my way, tears making her lashes spiky and her lips slick with saliva.
“No.”
“What do you mean, no?” she huffs, trying to yank away from my hold, but I’m already manhandling her onto her back, pressing her down into the mattress and hovering over her, the rings hanging down and running over her collarbone.
She reaches up to touch them, just as I plant my hands by her head, my thighs pressing between hers.
She continues, “I wanted to taste you. Wasn’t that the deal? ”
I let out an unamused laugh, pressing my forehead to hers, even as my cock slides against her wet core, the head brushing against her clit and shutting her up real quick.
“The deal,” I say, pressing a brief kiss to her lips, my tongue dipping out and tasting the combination of the two of us, leaving me delirious, “is that it’s been months without you, baby.
I’m a quick trigger tonight.” She giggles at my self-deprecating smile.
“And the first time I come, I don’t want it to be in your mouth. ”
The head of my cock notches at her entrance, pushing forward a teasing inch. Before I can drop my hips, I pull back with a groan, fighting the way it feels like her tight walls are clenching down, trying to forcefully draw me in. “Shit. Baby, should I grab a condom?”
She’s on birth control, so we haven’t used one since about six months in, but I don’t want to assume anything with her right now. I sigh happily when she shakes her head, telling me, “No. I trust you.”
I lean down to kiss her, wanting her to know how much those three words mean, and she kisses me back, her small hands cupping my cheeks.
I meet her eyes, finding her staring up at me, studying me like she’s trying to memorize every detail as her legs lift to hook around my waist. Her mouth opens, but when the words come, I swear my heart actually stops.
“I missed you so much.”
I squeeze my eyes shut, my voice hoarse. “I missed you, too.” I stop moving, my arms shaking with the effort of holding my weight over her, without letting my dick press in any further. “I can’t…there’s no way?—”
“Shh,” she whispers, swiping her thumb over my lip, and I lift my lashes. “I know. I get it.” Her smile is crooked, eyes full of love. “We’re good, baby.”
I stare down at her, actually feeling like we might be. “I love you, Lily.”
“And I love you,” she replies instantly, automatically, like it’s something that was never in question. “But we’ll finish this touching moment later.” She wriggles under me pointedly, and I slide in another inch.
She gasps, a sound I relish. Unable to resist, I lean down and plant my face in her neck, licking her thrumming pulse, and slowly press forward, feeling her inner walls clutching at me, hot and slick with arousal.
The sensation is incredible, rolling through me as light sparks behind my eyeballs, my groan loud and primal as I sink my teeth into her skin.
My toes curl and I shake my head. “This is gonna be fast,” I mutter in apology, pulling my hips back and slamming forward, filling her completely. She cries out, and then I’m pistoning my hips rapidly. I seek her mouth out with mine, catching her sounds and swallowing them down .
Sweat rolls down my back, heat filling my chest and spiraling outwards, followed by a rising disbelief.
Was it always this good? I can’t think, can’t remember, everything in me focused to a pinpoint on the way my cock surges in and out of her pussy, in how she grips me in a stranglehold, milking my dick before I’m ready for it.
Under me, her eyes are half-closed and awed, sweat glistening on her skin. She’s panting, hips writhing under the force of my thrusts, as lost to it as I am. “Fuck me, please. I need to feel you.”
“I got you, baby,” I murmur back, a firm promise that goes far beyond this.
“You’re so goddamn wet, fuck.” Electricity shoots down my spine, but I’m not ready for it, not ready for this to be over.
Her fingers scrabble against my back, clawing at the skin, her heels digging into my ass, forcing me deeper even as she thrusts her hips back up at me. “You have me. Always, Lily. Fuck?—”
The sound cuts off with a grunt, and I duck my head down to nip at the soft flesh of her breast, drawing her nipple back into my mouth, sucking on the sensitive bud with furious pulls.
She shakes under me as I sink back into the hilt, her eyes fluttering closed, mouth open.
She arches her back, pushing her breast deeper into my mouth and drawing my cock further into her body.
With every thrust, she’s gripping me tighter, pulsing around my cock until my balls draw up tightly, and I can’t fight it off any longer.
I release her nipple with a pop, grunting. “Need you to get there, baby. Need you to come on my cock. Now.”
“I can’t,” she protests brokenly, lashes lifting to give me her dazed blue eyes. “I can’t! It’s too much. Oh my god.”
“You can.” I punctuate the statement with a brutal thrust, my hips slapping against hers and my pelvic bone rubbing against her clit, making her ripple around me.
She jerks and shudders, more wetness coating my dick and her inner thighs.
I rest my elbow next to her head, my other hand sliding between our damp bodies, my eyes locked on hers.
She shakes her head, her mouth opening to tell me no, but I just give her a wicked smile, my fingers already at work, rubbing relentless circles around her clit. The effect is almost instantaneous, her mouth forming a wide ‘O’ and a scream renting the air as she shatters around me .
“That’s it, baby. Fuck yes. Let it happen.”
Her inner walls clench down brutally, making me grunt, my hips stuttering.
“Dec,” she breathes, grabbing my face and forcing my eyes to her.
“Declan, come in me. Make me yours. Own me.” I falter, my vision whiting out and I plant my cock as deep as I can get it, unsure where she ends and I begin, my orgasm barreling through me.
I throw my head back with a yell, come erupting from my cock and filling her up, my heartbeat whooshing in my ears.
We’re both shaking as I keep moving against her, pushing back into her and feeling our combined release, slick and velvety, the wetness making an obscene noise in the quiet room. It’s slippery, and messy, and hot , but I keep going, unwilling to pull out of her, even when my cock softens.
I don’t want to break the connection, not after being without her for so long.