Page 43 of Secret Pucking Unicorn

He pulls me to him and kisses me deeply as the water streams over us.

“Miranda, love,” he says. “I want to make you feel as good as I do. Will you let me?”

My eyes widen, unsure how this is going to work. I’ve pleasured myself in the tub plenty of times. But, well, I know what I’m doing.

“Oh…okay,” I stammer. Of course I want an orgasm, what woman doesn’t? But I don’t want any broken bones or concussions for either of us. No orgasm is worth that.

His low chuckle is sexy. Okay, every last, glorious inch of him is sexy. But the vibration of his chuckle against me, well, it’s almost as good as Mr. Buzzy living in my nightstand drawer.

“Trust me,” he murmurs as he presses a kiss behind my ear. I shiver at the sensuality of it.

“Mmm…”

Recognizing my murmur for the agreement it was, he guides me back to sit on the wide shower bench. This shower is incredible. It is huge, with more than enough room for a giant like Declan to move around easily. The rainfall shower heads are mounted high enough for him to stand under them. There are jet nozzles built into the walls if you want to direct the stream to aching muscles, and there’s a handheld sprayer Dec grabs and fiddles with to get a strong pulsating stream flowing from it.

He kneels in front of me with the water streaming over him and catching on to his long, dark eyelashes, making them spiky over his mischievous blue eyes. With a wiggle of thick, dark brows, he uses a hand to nudge my legs apart, opening wide and exposing my most intimate part. I know we made love earlier, but that was in the shadows. I feel too exposed with him looking at me. I keep things trimmed and tidy down there but maybe I’m too furry? He’s a shifter, though. Maybe I’m too bare?

Maybe he sees the apprehension in my eyes because the sweetest, sexiest smile appears on his kissable lips and the blue of his eyes darken with what I’m pretty sure is desire.

“I’m admiring the view. You’re beautiful. Everywhere.”

I remember I need to keep breathing if I’m going to live long enough to enjoy whatever he has planned. My inhale is shaky—from anticipation, not trepidation—and I try to exhale slowly. That effort is a lost cause when he runs the handheld sprayer up the inside of one leg, stopping just short of the goal, and then back down, repeating on the other leg. I’m quivering at the sensations the strong pulse has on my sensitive inner thighs. I can’t wait to feel what it does to my clit.

As if reading my mind, he starts the trek up my leg again and this time hits the target. I yelp at the jolt of pleasure shooting through me at the contact of the pulsating jet. I’ve been shortchanging myself all these years, limiting myself to the tub and toys. Of course, my rentals never had state of the art handheld shower heads either. When I finally buy a house of my own, that will be one of my first purchases.

Again, his low chuckle causes things to tighten and flutter inside of me.

“You like that, Daisy?”

I nod, gasping for breath. He turns the head to another setting and the pulsating stream is another rhythm. If I knew Morse code maybe I’d know it was spelling out something like, I own your pussy, because it does. The pressure and pulse on my clit are making me writhe and squirm and use the Lord’s name in ways our parish priest back home would frown upon, but I don’t care. I’m about to shatter when suddenly the stream of water disappears. I whimper because I was so close to coming.

“Can’t let the shower head do all the work, can I?” Declan asks as he scoots forward on his knees after turning off the shower head and leaving it to dangle. Speaking of dangling, his cock is hard and long and bouncing against his belly as he moves. Wow. I’m glad I didn’t get a good look at him before we made love because I would have been even more nervous. I assume we are going to have sex again but Declan surprises me by dropping his head and giving my clit a long lick. He pulls my hips forward, perching me on the edge of the wide seat and wiggles his shoulders under my thighs. He licks, nibbles, and sucks my clit and upper thighs, holding me in place so he can feast on me. Judging by the mmms, grunts, and groans, feasting is definitely what he’s doing. I’m helpless to do much of anything other than lean back against the tiled wall. I should probably be thinking practically about if our roommates are here and can hear me, but I can’t. The rasp of his tongue is magical. His hot breath on my center causes shivers to rush through me. His wet hair I’m grabbing to help keep him right where he is licking me, is slick and soft. I have always loved the slight curl he gets in the back. After tonight I never want to sleep without Declan at my side again. Any thoughts of road trips, hockey, or even my own name fly out the window when he releases his hold on one of my hips and pushes inside with one long, thick finger. His cock was bigger, of course, but it didn’t curl to hit that spot.

“Oh yeah, right there.” I realize I’m chanting those words aloud, not thinking them as he pumps first one and then two fingers inside me. Curling to hit my g-spot while he continues to lick and flick my clit with his magical tongue.

I will never be able to go get an ice cream cone with this man without spontaneously orgasming watching his tongue lick it and wishing I was the sweet treat. I’d giggle at the thought but suddenly I’m coming like never before. It’s like riding a giant wave and you’ve reached the crest and now you are coming down the other side with the water crashing around and stealing your breath.

“Oh my god, Declan. Oh, oh,” I cry, trembling as the waves of ecstasy wash over me. I think I’m crying but with the water raining down on me, I’m not certain what are tears and what is the shower. I have never felt like this before. Connected to someone but also like I’m floating away. It’s incredible. I can’t do anything but gasp, trying to catch my breath. With a last kiss to my upper thigh and a self-satisfied smirk, Declan gently lowers my legs until my feet touch the tiled shower floor and stands. His cock is at eye level, and I reach out to return the favor, but he steps back.

“I’m okay,” he says, his voice gravelly and a bit breathless too. “It’s going down. Watching you come apart was the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen, and I popped my cork when you did.” He looks down, maybe embarrassed to admit to his lack of control, but it makes me love him more. That a man as big and strong as Declan is comfortable enough, trusts me enough, to be honest and vulnerable with me lets me know I am safe with him. I can trust him with not only my body and my heart but with my dreams too. I have a home. Declan Mackenzie is my home.

Eventually, we both are fully clean and I’m grateful Carter invested in a high-capacity hot water heater. Declan gently towels me dry after our shower, and then carries me into my room and carefully places me on the bed because my legs are still wobbly after my mind-blowing orgasm. Walking into our shared closet, he grabs me a pair of panties and the Cornell t-shirt I like to sleep in and helps me put them on. He pulls on a clean pair of boxer-briefs. When we are under my covers and I’m wrapped in his arms with my head resting on his chest, I silently thank everything in my past that has brought me to this point. I have never felt safer or happier. Happy New Year to me.

18

DECLAN

This is how I want to wake up every day for the rest of my life. Miranda’s back is nestled against my chest and I’m spooning her. My morning wood is snug against her delectable rear, her head is pillowed on my arm, and my hand is resting on her boob. Yeah, I think this is one of the most perfect ways to start the day. The one thing that would make it better is if we were finally married and on our own farm. I wonder if she still likes to ride horses? As a girl, it was all anyone could do to keep her out of the barn. Any chance she had to ride or be around animals, she took.

She braided her hair before bed, leaving the back of her neck available for me to nuzzle and place gentle kisses on. Her sleepy sigh and wiggle don’t help with my morning wood, but it makes my heart happy.

“If this is a dream,” she says, her Irish lilt strong in her sleepy voice, “don’t wake me up.”

I move my hand off her boob and around her belly, giving a gentle squeeze.

“If it’s a dream, we are both having it.”

She wiggles in my embrace until we are face to face. She is beautiful with her gray eyes clear and shining, the smattering of freckles across her nose she usually hides with makeup on display, and the sweet smile on her face belongs to me.

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