Page 56 of Declan

He grabs onto my wrists and places them back at my sides, giving me a reproaching look, and I manage to smile awkwardly, now worried our moment has been ruined. He cups my face in both of his hands, staring into my eyes as he says clearly, “You are without a doubt the most beautiful woman to ever exist. So, you remember that whenever you feel the urge to hide yourself from me.”

He punctuates his statement by pressing his lips against mine, and I’m grateful I don’t have to respond as I kiss him back. He kisses me briefly but then moves away, his hands going to the button and then the zipper of his jeans. I laugh as I watch him attempt to push the soaked fabric down his legs while also trying to get his boots off.

After a few failed attempts, he glares at me and shuffles over to the chair, and sits down, his eyes on me as he manages to remove his boots and, finally, his pants and kicks them out of his way petulantly.

I try not to laugh but mostly fail. He looks so damn cute fighting with his clothes, and that damn warmth in my chest becomes overwhelming.

He stalks toward me in nothing but dark blue briefs, and for a moment, I’m caught up in the idea that so many people have an issue with a man in briefs because he is still panty-melting kind of hot.

He’s staring at me thoughtfully, and I again resist the urge to squirm under his gaze. His hand comes up, and he runs his fingers from my temple and along my cheek, then down my neck to my collarbone, where he pauses, stroking left to right and back to center. His eyes search mine as his fingertips trail between my breasts and down my belly, and my breath catches as he asks, “Are you sure about this?”

“Yes,” I reply. “So much yes.”

He unbuttons and unzips my pants, attempting to push the wet fabric over my hips, but the already snug denim doesn’t move very far, and I giggle some more as he yanks on it and curses. I shove his hands away and say, “Let me do it,” but he grabs onto my wrists and pushes them away.

He kneels at my feet, once again grabbing onto the wet fabric, but this time, he uses a bit more finesse, and, eventually, they’re midway down my thighs, where he stops and curses down at my feet and the shoes, getting in the way of his mission.

He stands abruptly, picking me up off the ground just enough to move us back to the sofa, where he deposits me on my back. He leaves me sprawled there, quickly removing my shoes and stripping my jeans off in one fell swoop.

He stands over me, one of my feet pressed against his chest and the other on the floor, my legs spread open somewhat awkwardly, and the look on his face makes my heart pitter-patter in my chest. I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out, and his grip on my foot tightens as he lifts it and places a kiss on my instep. My insides flutter in response, my heart rate rising as he kisses his way up my leg, the forward press of his body naturally turning me so I’m lying lengthwise on the sofa. He places my foot on the back of the sofa, so now, my legs are spread wide for him, and I’m sure he can see how turned on I am through the thin fabric of my underwear.

His fingertips drag along my inner thighs, then he leans his upper body down so his face nuzzles against my satin-clad pussy, and my hips buck up instinctively. He nips and licks, sucking my sensitive flesh through the fabric, and I reach for him with both of my hands, gripping his head and rubbing myself against him as I say, “Thought you were going to fuck me?”

He smiles and raises his head to look up at me as he replies, “Oh, I’m gonna fuck you, doll face. But I can’t take that virgin pussy without doing my best to prepare it for me.”

His lowers his head, this time pulling my underwear out of the way, and licks at my bare skin. He teases me for a few minutes and then pulls back, his hands coming up and pulling at my underwear, quickly gripping the seam on the side and yanking. The delicate satin gives way easily, and he does the same to the other side, then pulls the torn fabric from beneath me and tosses it to the floor, appearing quite proud of himself.

I reach for my bra, and when he moves to stop me, I put a hand up, and he stops. His gaze full of fire and appreciation as I unhook the front clasp, and the two sides pull apart, leaving me bare to the cool air on my damp skin, causing my nipples to immediately harden.

He stands and pushes his underwear down his legs, not allowing me much of a glance at his fully naked form before he’s kneeling between my legs again. This time, he braces himself on one hand, and his head lowers to my breasts, his free hand dipping between my legs, one finger pushing inside as his thumb strokes my clit.

He sucks my nipple into his mouth, his teeth grazing and tongue rolling. His finger inside me moves easily, his thumb rubbing against my clit firmly. I moan, writhing beneath him as my entire body comes to life with need.

He turns his attention to my other breast, giving my nipple the same treatment as he adds another finger to my clenching pussy, stretching me as the press of his fingers on my clit becomes firmer, faster.

He adjusts his hand, his fingers pushing inside in pulses, and I feel my orgasm building rapidly as he switches again, moving across my front as he sucks, licks, and bites everywhere but on my nipple. I clutch his head between my hands, pulling him against me and forcing his mouth where I want him.

I shove my aching nipple into his open mouth as his hand between my legs moves, and I’m overwhelmed by the sense of fullness as he adds a third finger, stretching me, as he groans around my nipple, “You’re so fucking tight.”

I moan loudly, losing my grip on his head and raising my hands above my head as I arch against him, and he nips at me, grazing my sensitive nipple with his teeth.

He sits back, replacing his mouth with his hand, continuing the pinching and squeezing torture as the hand between my legs pushes in harder, faster, the push inside making my toes curl. “Don’t stop. Oh, god, please, don’t stop.”

My eyes close in pleasure, but then he says roughly, “Open your eyes, darlin’. Open your eyes so I can see what I do to you.”

I do as I’m told, opening my eyes and staring up at him, the desire on his face sending another pulse of want through me. He fucks me with his hand harder, and I reach for him. “Kiss me, Declan. Kiss me.”

He does what I ask without hesitation, his upper body falling forward so he’s once again bracing himself on one hand, and the hand in my pussy moves faster. His lips meet mine, and he shoves his tongue into my mouth as I fall over the edge, choking, gasping, and moaning on the pleasure that washes over me.

He shifts over me then, his lips never leaving mine as the hand inside me moves away, and I feel a sudden intense pressure that has me crying out as the echoing pleasure blooms with pain.

I cry out again, and he attempts to pull back, to move away from me, but I wrap an arm around his shoulder, my leg moving from the back of the sofa to hook around his hip and keep him in place. He looks down at me, his eye searching mine as I breathlessly say, “Don’t you stop. Don’t you dare fucking stop.”

He growls deep in his chest, the indecision still obvious on his face, so I add, “Please, baby. Take me. Make me yours.”

The last vestige of hesitancy fades from his features, and his eyes blaze as he pulls his hips back and then slides forward slightly, setting a steady rhythm of pulling back and easing in until he’s fully pushed inside me. He remains still, pushed in deep, and whispers, “You’re so tight, darlin’. You take me just right.”

I lie beneath him, trembling, but a giggle escapes, and he looks down at me, one side of his mouth curving up as he mutters, “Is the breaching of your maidenhead amusing, doll face?”

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