Page 42 of Declan

So, I said my good nights and ventured out here, where the staff had set up a bed for me on the beach, feeling fortunate that, so far, she’s chosen to embrace our blossoming relationship rather than fight against it.

Not that every moment has been easy, but for the most part, our compatibility has been sound, and having this accentuated by her subtle eagerness makes it all the better.

I fell into sleep, feeling lighthearted, without a care in the world, a feeling now intensified by the fact that, at some point, she sought me out and cuddled up next to me.

She murmurs in her sleep, rubbing her face between my shoulder blades. Next, she squirms, rubbing herself against me before rolling onto her back, and I immediately miss the warmth of her pressed against me.

I turn over and face her, not bothering with subtlety as I press my body against hers, my hand slung over her hips to pull her tightly into my front. I wedge my hand beneath her head, and she squirms again, lifting up just enough for me to ease my arm beneath her. When I pull, she comes easily, rolling into me until I’m wrapped around her.

She makes a little noise of pleasure in her throat, her nose running along my neck, her lips fluttering briefly before she once again relaxes against me.

I rub my hand along her back and over her hip, finally cupping the very generous curve of her ass as I press my hard dick against her stomach.

I groan, pressing my face into her neck and inhaling the scent of her deep into my lungs. I groan again, but this time, my quiet sound of frustration is met with a giggle.

I pull back enough, where I can see her face, a small smile on her lips, but her eyes remain closed, and she says, “Are you humping me again, Mr. Hughes?”

“Guilty as charged,” I reply affably.

I tighten my arms around her, and after a moment, she pushes against my chest, her words muffled as she mutters, “Can’t. Breathe.”

I ease my grip on her slightly, but then I push my leg between hers and pull her as I swiftly roll onto my back, taking her with me so she’s straddling me.

She lies on top of me, her arms tucked into her sides, and she snuggles closer while I squirm around, jostling her until I have her exactly where I want her.

Meaning, her cunt on my cock.

I’m wearing light cotton pajama pants that hide nothing, and when I lift my hips and press my dick against her, the soft cloth slides easily along her satin-covered pussy.

I grip her ass with both of my hands, pressing my hips up rhythmically. She sighs, rotating her hips slowly as she asks, “Is this when you come in your pants like a teenager?”

“God, I fucking hope so.”

She laughs softly and lifts her head, her eyes meeting mine as she replies, “Can I help with that?”

“Oh, yes, please,” I mutter. “But only if you want to. I’m pretty sure I got this otherwise.”

She smiles, her eyes searching mine briefly before she pushes her hands into my chest, pressing her torso up so she’s staring down at me.

I watch her watching me, the lump in my throat preventing me from saying anything, and the silence stretches on as she adjusts herself astride me, the press of her pussy on my dick driving me wild.

“You want to lose the pants?”

“You have no fucking idea how much I want that.”

“Maybe you should, then,” she replies, her fingers running along the top of my pants teasingly.

I want nothing more than to rid each of us of our clothing and drive my dick balls-deep into her virgin cunt, but I know it’s not the right time, so I begrudgingly say, “As tempting as that sounds, it’s safer this way.”

She stops moving on top of me, and I whimper, my need for friction making me lightheaded. I grab onto her hips, pushing her backward and then pulling her forward as I thrust upward, and she closes her eyes, her head tipping back in pleasure.

Her lips part, the rising sun a dappled glow over her that gives her natural beauty an ethereal quality, and the lump in my throat almost chokes me.

“Declan,” she gasps quietly, her hands moving to her breasts. She massages them briefly before teasing her nipples with her fingers. She moans loudly, her hips rotating in my hands, and I stop guiding her, allowing her to take charge of her pleasure without interference.

I’m going to come in my pants either way.

I take one hand off her hip, moving it beside me as I attempt to sit up, but her hand on my chest stops me. I look up at her questioningly, and she says, “Stay. Watch.”

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