Page 11 of Solid Ground

He frowns. “You’re notthatdrunk, are you?”

“I’m fine. Just legless thinking about the insane orgasm you’re about to give me.”

Laughing, he leads me into the bedroom where the biggest bed I’ve ever seen is waiting. I sigh, staring at the mattress that has to have been specially ordered. Surely they don’t make them that big.

“I could get lost in that.”

He pulls me to him, kissing me deeply. “I’d come searching.”

I drop onto the bed, laughing as I bounce. He leans over and kisses me again.

“I need you,” I whisper.

He kicks off his shoes before toeing off his socks.

His shirt comes off next, and I stop everything just to watch. I raise my hands as the urge to touch his chiselled chest becomes overwhelming, but he’s already working on the waist of his dress pants, undoing the button and sliding the zip down to reveal boxer shorts underneath.

And then, without a sliver of humility, he drops the boxers and stands before me, naked and erect.

I’ve never been an admirer of cocks, but Declan’s is both impressive and beautiful. He’s long and thick, and my insides ache just thinking of him pulsing in and out of my pussy.

He chuckles and reaches over, wiping the drool from beneath my bottom lip. “Like what you see?”

I’m almost panting. “I love it.”

“I need to get you naked, Zoe.”

His deep voice sends shivers down my spine, and I stand, reaching for the hem of my dress then tugging it over my head.

Declan drops to his knees in front of me, gripping my arse with his large hands, and planting a kiss on my belly button. He tugs my panties and what remains of my pantyhose down to my ankles, removing them along with my shoes before trailing his tongue down to my pussy and lifting one of my legs over his shoulder.

And then he feasts.

I close my eyes, my hips grinding against his face as he teases my clit with his tongue. He’s so good at it, and I get lost in the sensation, losing all track of time. But before I come, he rises, scooping me into his arms and depositing me on the bed.

The man’s a work of art.

He’s all muscle with a smattering of chest hair at the top and a happy trail that leads … I can’t think about that right now.

But I do want to run my tongue over those tattoos on his chest.

The smirk on his lips just makes him even more attractive.

He lowers his head and kisses me gently.

I want more.

As he deepens the kiss, I roll with him until we’re facing each other.

“You’re so beautiful. I’m a lucky man.” He unclips my bra and drags it down my arms.

He kisses me again, running a hand along my spine. His hard cock presses against my pussy, and I don’t care about anything other than having him inside me.

I reach out tentatively, but he places his hand on mine until I have a firm hold of his shoulder. The muscle flexes under my touch as he lowers his head to take one nipple into his mouth. His tongue’s rough against my sensitive bud, and I can’t get enough of it.

I cradle his head in my hands, running my fingers through his hair.

He rolls me onto my back, then slides his way down my body until he’s hovering over my pussy again.

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