Page 59 of Surrender

"Green, sir."

I barely feel the next four. Sure, the sound of the slap is there, the heat blooms, his fingers dig into the tender flesh, but I'm light years away. My legs are trembling, my pelvis grinds against nothing, my pussy clenches around nothing. My body is a needy mess, but my mind doesn't exist in this reality anymore.

After the tenth, Declan takes pity on me and drags his thumb through my pussy lips.

"You're soaked for me, baby," he praises. I nod enthusiastically because yes, I am soaked, and yes, he's touching me where I need him the most.

He hooks his thumb inside of me, pressing against my G-spot. It feels so strange, filling me, but not enough, stimulating my G-spot but nothing else.

I whine, a needy, obnoxious sound, but Declan doesn't seem to mind. In fact, he takes pity on me.

"Not enough for you, baby?"

I can't respond. I'm too far gone. But I wiggle my hips in the mindless hope that I can entice him to do more - to finally make me come.

"Don't worry, baby. I've got you."

I relax because I know it's true. He would never walk away now. He would never make me mindless and needy like this without completing his mission.

I never knew sex could be like this. I never knew how liberating it can be to give yourself completely to another person. I don't know if this is how Ella experiences sex. The Envelope isn't just about BSDM. There are plenty of other kinks encouraged and practiced here. But hell, now I get why she talks about sex so much. I would too if it is like this every time. And this isn't even full-blown sex. This is just touching, and it's already incredible. I can't imagine how good actual sex will be.

Expertly, Declan slides two fingers inside me while his thumb finds my clit. He doesn't have to do much more before I'm coming, muscles convulsing, a wanton moan escaping my lips.

I don't care what I look like right now. I'm sure I look like a mess - sweaty hair plastered to my forehead, there's probably a little bit of drool on my cheek. But the orgasm Declan tears from me is explosive, cosmic. It's the world's greatest upper andthe world’s greatest downer. I'm on fire and at the same time completely at ease.

It's mind blowing.

Declan's voice from above me is muttering something that sounds like praise, but all I can hear is the pounding of my heart in my ears, and all I can feel is his warm hand running up one thigh, over one butt cheek, then the other, and down the other thigh.

After I've fully come down from my high, I take notice of the hard cock in front of me. I want it. I want to touch it. To taste it.

Mindlessly, I scramble off of him. I'm sure I'm breaking some sort of rules of the scene where I'm supposed to be completely passive, but logic isn't running the show right now, need is.

I tear at his slacks, desperate for him. My fingers miss a few times, and I start to get frustrated.

Declan grabs my hands in his and I look up, to see a compassionate look on his face. A small part of me is terrified I've fucked up and broken his rules. But he brings my hands to his thighs and undoes his fly for me, dragging down the zipper and pulling himself out of the confines of his slacks.

A breath of relief leaves me, and I waste no time taking him into my hand and mouth. I've only done this once before, but I'm not sure I'm in the right mindset to make it good.

I'm lust, need, and desire wrapped in human flesh.

But Declan seems to enjoy my enthusiasm. The grunts and groans and sounds coming from him are addictive. Bringing this strong, powerful man to his knees is thrilling. I would do absolutely anything to please him.

He brings a large hand to the back of my head as he tilts his gaze to the ceiling.

"Fuck, yeah, Ser. You take me so good," he says, his voice a low growl.

I'm starting to get turned on again, which wasn't the point of this, but how can I help it when he sounds like that?

I whimper around his length and take him to the back of my throat. I gag a little, and I hope it's not a turn off for him. Saliva pools around my hand as I work to make it good for him.

"I'm...coming..." he grunts out just before he swells and warm, salty liquid hits the back of my throat in thick jets of cum.

I swallow it down eagerly and bring my hand to my core. My own cum drips down my inner thigh. It only takes a touch of my clit before I'm coming again, thighs straining, lungs burning.

I drop Declan out of my mouth on a low groan as my own orgasm subsides.

"Going down on me turned you on that much?"

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