Page 57 of Declan

“Maidenhead?” I giggle again. “Breaching?”

He smiles, humor lacing his tone as he replies, “I don’t think it’s every day a woman laughs while losing her virginity.”

I return his smile, my hands skimming around his back and pulling him down to me. I hug him as I say, “I’m just happy it was you.”

He kisses my neck, nibbling and sucking as he presses his hips into me and moans against my ear, “You feel so fucking good, darlin’.”

I hug him closer, but then he pulls back, pushing himself up on his forearm and giving me a sheepish look that has me asking, “What? What is it?”

“I hate to even ask this right now,” he says, his eyes rolling a bit as he continues, “Since it seems a little late, but still, I feel like I have to.”

I rock my hips, enjoying how my body is slowly getting used to being so full. I tense my inner muscles, gripping him as I rock against him again. He makes a choking sound that draws my attention back to his face, and his eyes close as he says, “Focus for a second,” so I do it again, earning me a, “Fuck, that feels good.”

“What’s the question?” I ask innocently, enjoying the power I have over him.

“Birth control,” he chokes out as I tighten my internal muscles again, this time rocking my hips with more intent.

I ask distractedly, “What about it?”

“We didn’t discuss what we wanted to do for birth control,” he explains, his body trembling over me as I continue to torture him. “But if you keep doing that, I’m gonna say fuck it and empty my balls deep inside you without one single moment of regret.”

I’ve got a good rhythm going now, using my inner muscles and the rotation of my hips, and I move my hand from his shoulder, down his back to his ass, pulling him into me as I do my best to ride him from below.

“That’s okay,” I reply breathlessly, wishing I had more leverage to move against him.

I make a frustrated sound, my need to come starting to pulse through me, and he says, “Touch yourself, darlin’.”

I’ve been staring down our bodies, watching myself slide along his dick, but at his words, I turn my gaze to his face. He must recognize the question there because he adds, “Rub your clit while you ride me. Make yourself come all over my cock.”

I only think about it for a moment, but then he reaches for my hand, bringing it up to his mouth, where he takes two of my fingers and puts them between his lips. He licks at them, wetting them, and then moves my hand between us, where I press my fingers against my clit, rubbing with the exact amount of pressure that I know works for me.

Declan braces a hand on either side of me and straightens his arms, his focus moving between where we’re joined and my face. Then his eyes close, and he jerks against me once, twice, a third time, his body stilling as he attempts to control himself, but I yank on him, moaning, “Do that again. Do it again.”

His eyes open, and he pushes his upper body away, moving so his hands grip my hips, and he’s pulling me up into him with each forward thrust. “Like that? Is that good?”

I choke, completely incapable of words. The pain’s almost gone, the tiny remnants the catalyst for the pleasure blooming as I rub my clit harder, faster, and he’s watching me again, sweat beading on his forehead as he pumps into me in slow, measured strokes.

I spread my legs wider, wanting more as I choke out, “More. Please. Oh, fuck. Fuck me, Declan. Fuck me.”

He picks up his pace, and I buck my hips insistently as he gasps out, “I won’t last, darlin’. Are you close?”

I attempt to respond, but my words are trapped in my throat as the tension deep inside me begins to splinter. He leans his upper body back, his grip on my hips tightening as he pulls back, then thrusts in with greater force, and I feel the vibrations of the metal in his cock as they slide in and out of me. “Yes. Yes. Oh, fuck yes.”

My lower body is entirely off the sofa, held aloft by his hands holding my hips, and I moan loudly, begging him to keep going as he ruts into me. I sob as the pressure inside me builds impossibly higher, and I focus on the rhythmic slap of his body into mine, the press of my fingers on my clit, and the tiny twinge of pain from his piercings on my inner walls.

I choke on the pleasure, and then he’s moaning, grunting, his words pushing me over the edge, “Oh, fuck, darlin’. That’s right. Come with me. Come all over me. Come all over my dick,” and I moan and gasp, pleasure running through me in waves, the pure bliss on his face evident as he watches me fall apart.

I reach for him, wanting to feel him everywhere, and he comes willingly, one hand moving beneath me as he falls forward, and I wrap my arms around his neck, and my legs around his waist, pulling the full weight of him on top of me as our mouths collide.

He moans then, a loud vibration that I swallow down as our lips and tongues dance, and he pushes his dick into me, pressing in deeply as he shutters and moans against my lips, “Holy motherfuck. Oh my god. Oh my god.”

The length of him inside me throbs, then pulses, and the sudden rush of heat within me has me gasping again, and then his pelvis pushes into my clit, sending tingles through my body, and I lie there, trembling and twitching along with him.

After a few moments he kisses me lazily, breathlessly, his hips still rhythmically pushing into me. A small moan escapes, a shudder running through my body as tears leak from the corners of my eyes. He raises his head and looks down at me. He adjusts his body over me, moving his hands to my head where he brushes my tears away, concern in his voice as he asks, “What is it, darling? Did I hurt you?”

Now, I laugh a little hiccup of emotion as I whisper, “Great. Never better.”

He frowns at me and searches my eyes as he says, “Are you sure? If I did something wrong, you have to tell me.”

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