Page 61 of Only You

Soon, he was standing in front of her naked, his cock bobbing up against his abdomen. He was so fucking hard. He didn’t think he would last even this long. Last night should have taken the edge off, but it didn’t. It only made him want her more.

With sure, steady hands, she stroked his cock, then she took him into her mouth. At first, she teased the crown, wetting the head, then sliding her tongue around the edge before she sucked him into her mouth.

“Oh, damn, baby. That’s good,” he said as he speared his fingers through her hair.

Over and over, she sucked him into her mouth. His balls were heavy, and it was taking all he had not to come down her throat. With that thought, he tried to pull away, but she refused, sucking on him so hard his eyes rolled back in his head.

“Enough,” he said, his voice dark even to his ears.

She kept him in her mouth and looked up at him. With one last lick, she let him go. He picked her up and practically threw her on the bed. She laughed, the sound filling the room. Later, he would revel in that sound, of the joy he gave her, but he was too close to the edge. He had to get inside of her as fast as possible.

He grabbed up his jeans to get a condom, then climbed on the bed with her. She had one hand on her breast and the other on her clit, watching him. This woman…she was so sensual, she made his teeth ache. He would never have lasted more than a week if he’d known what she was like.

Declan took her hips in his hands and flipped her over before he slipped a finger up her thigh to her sex. She was wet, dripping with need.

“Why, Detective O’Reilly, I think you liked sucking my cock.”

Her inner muscles grabbed onto him. She liked the dirty talk, which was good because he planned on talking dirty to her a lot.

With somewhat unsteady hands, Declan ripped open the package, pulled out the condom, then rolled it on. He pulled her up and onto her knees. Taking her hips into his hands, he centered his dick at her entrance and thrust into her sex hard and fast.

Usually, he would take his time to enjoy the moment, but he didn’t have his usual finesse. He wanted to mark her, to let her know that she was his and he was hers. He slammed into her, time and time again.

“Touch your clit, baby. I want to feel that pussy squeeze my dick.”

She did as he ordered, moaning as she did. She was so damned warm and snug. So when her muscles started to convulse around his shaft, he couldn’t control himself any longer. His balls drew up, and that tell-tale tingle shot up his spine.

“Fuck, yes, Eileen.” He shouted it so loudly there was a good chance the neighbors heard. He didn’t care. He kept moving through his orgasm, and just as he was almost done, Eileen came again.

“Declan,” she moaned.

A few moments later, Declan pulled out of her and then slipped into her bathroom so that he could throw out the condom. When he returned, she hadn’t moved. In fact, he had to ease a half-awake Eileen up off her bed to get her under the sheets. He joined her. And just like the night before, she rolled into his arms.

As he drifted into a light sleep, he realized he wanted every night to be like this. Panic didn’t rise up to choke him. Instead, a peace he hadn’t ever felt before settled over him, and he drifted into a deeper sleep.

It wasn’tuntil after midnight that they made it downstairs. They’d dozed after making love, but she’d wanted a shower, which turned into another crazy bout of sex. By the time they reached her kitchen, her stomach was growling. She’d thrown on a pair of sleep shorts and her BPD shirt that had seen better days. Before they headed downstairs, Declan pulled on his jeans and nothing else. He left his golden hair down, a mess from her hands. It made Eileen happy to know that. Like she had left a mark on him.

“I did notice you had eggs.”

“I can boil an egg,” she said indignantly.

“How about an omelet? You have some cheese in here.”

“I do?”

He snorted. “We are gonna do something about your cooking skills.”

“Please, don’t go all 1950’s Boomer on me. I’m never gonna be the little woman at home.”

“Never said I wanted that. Grater?”

She pointed to the drawer behind him.

“I believe everyone should have basic cooking skills. Plus, I know that you’re freaking amazing, and if you wanted to learn how to cook, you would. So, I will have to give you an incentive.”

“And that would be?” Eileen asked as she caught sight of the box of goodies her neighbor had left her. She hoped it was her snickerdoodles because those were Eileen’s favorite.

“Strip cooking.”

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