Page 46 of Surrender

Her answer is immediate. "Yes. Yes, please, sir. Please."

She squirms against me and my hands tighten around her ribs.

I need to go slow for her. I need to make this good for her, but my chest is tight with need.

One hand slides up to cup her breast while the other trails down below her navel and slides underneath my boxers that she's wearing.

She gasps as she arches her back, her head pressed back on my shoulder when my fingers make contact with her swollen clit.

Her gasp is followed by a low moan when I drag my fingertips through the moisture I find there. Her legs tremble and I'm intoxicated by how fucking sexual this girl is - how sensitive, how responsive, how untouched.

I drag her wetness around her clit and circle it with more control than I feel. She's panting now against me, the hair at the base of her neck dampening with sweat. Instinctually, she rolls her hips, seeking friction. I squeeze her breast in my other hand before finding her nipple and rolling it between my fingers. Her nails dig into my thighs, and I rub myself against her.

She's completely lost in the feelings I'm giving her, and I'm lost in her.

"I...I..." she pants.

"You're going to come," I tell her.

And then she shatters with a shouted, "Fuck! Yes!"

Her entire body locks up, head thrown back in ecstasy, thighs trapping my hand between their muscles as she comes and comes and comes. God, she's a fucking vision.

I stroke her through her orgasm, just grazing my fingers over her entrance while I watch her chest work to catch her breath.

I kiss under her ear again. I know I'm crossing a line again. I know I'm supposed to be putting distance between us, clarifying for her this is simply a physical agreement. But there's a part of me that can't fucking help it. "How do you feel?"

She hums thoughtfully and snuggles back against me. I wrap my arms around her. We never talked aftercare, but I know a girl like her will need a lot of attention after something so vulnerable. I don't want to just check the boxes with her. Water, food, a verbal check-in and then be done.

That's not how I want to do things with her. Instead, I run my hands up and down her arms and kiss her hair.

"I get it now."

"Get what?"

"Why the world seems to revolve around sex. That was..."

She sighs contentedly. "...Amazing."

She turns to look at me but can't quite meet my eyes, so she ends up staring at my chest. "Thank you...I…"

I kiss her forehead, understanding her body might be sated, but her mind is probably reeling. A part of me is worried that crossing this line with her will confuse things for her. I don't do feelings. I want to provide for her, protect her, and maybe fuck her. But I can't... won't fall in love with her, and I'd really hate to be the asshole that she falls in love with, only for me to break her heart.

I'm painfully aware of how much of a hypocrite that makes me when I kiss her on her forehead, get her a glass of water and tuck her into my bed, still naked and pull her body against mine in a silent command to sleep.

Chapter twenty-six

Serenity

Aweek later and I still can't help the giddy smile that seems to have permanently moved onto my face. Phantom memories of Declan touching me replays on my mind every few minutes and that causes electricity to attack my core, causing it to clench around nothing.

I want more. I want it all. I want more orgasms, more experiences with him, more submission. But I want to wait until the giddy happiness the first experience he gave me to fade before I ask for more.

The leaves in DC have changed and the breeze is getting cold enough to need a scarf. Magda wanted fresh, fall-themed bouquets for the house, so I offered to walk to the local flower shop for her. She was working on a lemon meringue pie, and Declan was on a conference call with their accountant, so I offered to go.

I'm smiling like a lunatic at everyone I pass and get quite a few confused looks back. It's DC. Everyone's too busy and self-important to smile. That, or they're tourists. There's no inbetween. Unless you consider a virgin, who got taken out of a bad situation and introduced to the pleasures of orgasms.

I practically skip into the flower shop and smile wider at the pretty 'ding' the bell above the shop made. In another life, could I have worked at a flower shop? I bet the down time would have killed me. It's a nice thought, though, to be surrounded by so much beauty.

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