Page 60 of Declan

She laughs softly, lifting one leg into the tub and then the other as she replies, “Only for myself.”

“Oh, yes,” I reply without thinking. “You do love your bath time.”

She freezes about halfway into settling into the water, and I blink at her, realizing too late the implications of what I’ve said. She narrows her eyes at me suspiciously. “Do I even want to know?”

“Nope.”

She squints at me for a few more moments as she lowers herself fully into the tub and then sighs and turns away from me, pressing her back against my front and relaxing against me.

She rests her head on my shoulder, her head angled toward my neck, and she sighs again as I bring my arms around her, pulling her up and holding her tightly against me.

She doesn’t persist in her questioning, likely because she understands it’s probably one of those minor details that may have been concerning at the start but are now completely irrelevant. That’s not to say it won’t come up again at some point, but for now, I’ll take the reprieve.

“What are you thinking about?” I ask mildly, still wondering what’s going on in her mind at this point in our journey.

“You’re a magician, aren’t you?”

I laugh, thoroughly confused by her question. “Not the last time I checked.”

“You must be,” she mutters. ‘That’s the only explanation.”

“Only explanation for what, darlin’?”

She’s silent for a few moments, and I wait, having no idea what the hell she’s talking about. I reach for the glass of water, taking a large gulp when, finally, she whispers, “I love you.”

I choke. Full-on, water in the lungs, coughing, gagging choke.

And she laughs. Full-on, hiccupping, snorting belly laugh.

It takes a few moments for me to get my breath and a few more for her giggles to subside, and then we sit there in a surprisingly comfortable silence as I allow her words to settle into the universe.

And I smile. A full-on beaming smile.

Then I sit up so suddenly that she does the same, water sloshing all over the floor as our momentum disrupts the full tub. I reach for her, my hands gripping her head, pulling her toward me so I’m looking into her eyes as I say urgently, “I know I said love isn’t a strong enough word to convey the depth of my feeling for you, but I do love you. I fucking all-caps love you. I would burn the whole fucking world to the ground love you.”

She searches my eyes, then smiles, a soft knowing smile, and then she moves close and crawls into my lap. She squirms around, eventually bringing her legs up so she’s straddling me, her arms wrapped around my shoulders, and her face pressed against my neck.

Her body shudders, and I wrap both of my arms around her, one hand stroking up to press against the back of her head, the urge to be close to her so intense it feels as if she can never be close enough.

We remain like that for a few minutes, wrapped around each other, but then she shifts her hips, and her breath catches as she slides her pussy along my cock, now fully hard and showing great interest in her less than subtle movements.

I attempt to put some space between us, but she tightens her arms, pressing her cunt even more firmly against me until I choke out, “Careful, darlin’. We don’t want to do too much too soon.”

She licks my neck then nibbles a trail up to my ear where she emits breathy moans, her hips rubbing faster as she obviously ignores my comment. So, I add, “Seriously, Issa. We should take it easy. Talk and stuff.”

She sits back, her hands moving to the edge of the tub, and I groan as her wet tits right in my face taunt me. “We’ve spent ages talking, baby,” she mutters breathlessly, her head tipping back as her eyes close. “I don’t wanna talk; I want you to fuck me again.”

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I sputter, genuinely surprised the threads of my self-control are being tested so soon. “Water is not the best way to take you again so soon, darlin’. Trust me on this.”

She makes a frustrated sound, and her head comes up, her eyes opening as she sputters, “Then tell me the best way and do it already.”

I chuckle, shaking my head at her petulantly needy tone as I motion to the other end of the tub and say, “Pull the plug and I will.”

She doesn’t waste any time arguing, quickly scurrying off my lap and flipping the drain. She resumes her position straddling me as the water recedes, and I look over my shoulder, seeing the basket of odds and ends toiletries is still on the shelves beside the tub.

“Can you reach that basket?”

She peers behind me, then rises up on her knees, her breasts pressing against my face as she makes a grab for what I asked for. She places it between us, and I don’t bother wiping the water from my face as I rummage through the contents, coming up with the sample size of lube I was hoping was still hidden there.

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