Page 36 of Declan

She shakes her head but says nothing, and I place my free hand on her other knee, then slowly glide upward to graze the sensitive skin where her thighs meet her pussy. She shivers but doesn’t shy away, nor does she attempt to push me away, so I ask, “May I?”

She nods, and I don’t waste time asking for more specific permissions. I move in, adjusting my knees so I’m eye-level with her pussy, my hands stroking the soft skin of her inner thighs, down to her knees, and then back up so I’m framing between her legs.

I lean in and graze the tip of my nose along her pussy lips, nuzzling her flesh briefly before licking lightly. She twitches, and her hips buck, a soft moan falling from her lips and wrapping me in heat as I flatten my tongue and press firmly against her clit, lapping rhythmically.

She squirms in an attempt to get closer, but her position impedes her movements. I pull back, grasping her ankles and lifting her legs, and she slides her ass back, pressing her feet into the mattress. Her knees drop, spreading her wide open for me, and I press my mouth between her legs, my hand coming up to stroke her wet flesh.

Her quiet groans quickly turn into insistent moans, and her hands move to my head, gripping my hair tightly as she grinds against my face. I slide two fingers inside her, stretching her as I scissor them gently, and she sobs, one foot coming off the bed to move over my shoulder, digging into my back.

I growl against her clit, my tongue, lips, and teeth eating at her, my fingers pushing in firmly, pulsing a steady rhythm upward as she writhes on the bed.

My first instinct is to make her beg, to edge her until she’s screaming and pleading for me to allow her to orgasm, but I drive the urge down, knowing full well this is not the time to press unknown boundaries.

I double my efforts, my tongue a firm cadence against her clit as I increase the pulsing of my fingers inside her. She stops breathing; her sob cuts off as her body bows, her pleasure cresting and then breaking.

I lap at her, extending her orgasm until she closes her legs around my head, her hand pushing me away as she laughs breathlessly. I move back, pulling my fingers from her quivering cunt and cleaning them off in my mouth before resting my head on her thigh.

I sigh happily, not giving one single fuck about the fact I haven’t come in ages and am unlikely to any time soon.

After a few moments, I rise to my feet, adjusting my dick in my pants as she smiles lazily, satisfaction oozing from her pores as she makes no move to close her legs or hide herself from me.

“Do you want me to help you out with that?” she asks breathlessly, her gaze focused on my hard cock pressed against the front of my pants.

A resounding yes is my first inclination, but I ignore my carnal wants and, instead, reply, “No, I’m okay.”

She frowns, her body becoming tense beneath me, and she mutters, “Well, fine, then,” and I chuckle at her petulant tone. Not wanting her to be offended, I explain, “I’d like nothing more than for you to help me out, doll face. But I feel we’ve done enough for one night.”

Her frown softens, but she looks unconvinced, so I add, “I’m not done taking care of you.”

She snorts, her body relaxing once more as she giggles. “I feel well taken care of, so thanks.”

It’s my turn to roll my eyes, and I slap her bare hip and turn and stroll into the bathroom, where I turn on the taps of the outdoor bathtub. I toss in some bath salts and then return to where Issa is still sprawled on the end of the bed, a confused expression on her beautiful face as she asks, “Are you taking a bath, Declan?”

“No,” I reply mildly. “We’re taking a bath.”

She gapes at me, my statement getting her full attention, and she sits up, her dress falling over her legs as she says, “We can’t take a bath together.”

“Why the hell not?”

“Because I’m a virgin,” she whispers as if it’s the most scandalous bit of news I’ve ever heard.

I try to hide my smile and fail, but I say nothing because there really isn’t anything for me to say. Eventually, her eyes soften, and she drops her gaze from mine.

She eyes the bulge in front of my slacks, giving me a pointed look, and I laugh, shaking my head as she says, “What are you going to do with that?”

“I’m a grown-ass man, Issa,” I retort. “I’m not going to put it anywhere, and I assure you, I’m not going to die of blue balls. I’d like nothing more than to share an intimate moment with my wife, so that’s what I’m going to do.”

She closes her mouth and tilts her head at me. I fully expect her to tell me not to call her my wife, but she doesn’t and instead holds her hand out to me. I grasp her hand and pull, helping her to her feet, and she comes willingly, then stands in front of me, stroking her hands down my chest.

She pauses with her palm pressed against my skin, right above my pectoral muscle before it meets my shoulder, and she frowns. “What is this?”

I glance down at where her hand touches me, but I don’t need to look to know what she’s referring to. “Remnants of an old battle wound.”

She raises her brows at me, her lips twisting as she eyes me suspiciously, and when she doesn’t say anything, I wink and add, “That’s a Darius story.”

She eyes me for a moment longer then presses her front against mine and lifts her arms, looping them around my neck as she raises herself up on her toes until her eyes are level with my mouth. She meets my gaze briefly, then leans in, running her nose up my chin to my lips, inhaling the scent of her release from my skin.

Her tongue peeks out, brushing against my lips tentatively at first, then a bit more firmly, and I lean down, giving her better access to take whatever it is she wants in this moment.

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