Page 67 of The Wiener Across the Way

KELSEY

Declan pulled me down to the blanket and covered my body with his. The gentle touches he’d used the first time we laid here were long gone. Powerful hands stroked and caressed, tracing a path across every inch of me, making my skin sing.

His lips moved hungrily from my neck to my breasts and down between them. Then he licked the faded stretch marks on either side of my stomach. He didn’t stop there. He nibbled the ones on each hip, and then moved back up, running his tongue over the ones on the sides of my breasts. No one had ever done that before, and it had me feeling absolutely worshipped.

He groaned, his breath hot on my skin. “I want you so badly it hurts.”

The time for gentle caresses and teasing touches was over and I needed to show him that. I pulled over the picnic basket he’d packed with such care and rummaged through it. Beneath the red-checkered cloth and some sandwiches that we weregoing to devour later, my fingers closed around the telltale foil squares hidden like treasures. A victorious smile tugged at my lips.

“I need you inside of me.” I held up the condoms. I didn’t want any more teasing or playing. I just wanted him.

He took them and smiled, his eyes darkened with a mixture of passion and something deeper, something that made my heart skip a beat. “Put it on me. I want you to know exactly what you’re getting from me.”

I pushed him back onto the blanket, a playful forcefulness in my movements. This was just one more way he was asking for my consent, and I was so fucking here for it. The grass whispered beneath the fabric as his sculpted back met the ground. With deliberate intent, I tore the packet open and sheathed him with a touch that was both delicate and demanding. The world seemed to hold its breath.

Or, uh, that was just me, holding my breath and his cock in my hand. He was no Coke can, but he had some girth and length. He was definitely the biggest I’d ever had, and damn if I wasn’t looking forward to it. I wanted him to fill me like no other man had. I had a feeling we were going to fit together perfectly.

“Straddle me, babe. Take exactly how much you want, how much you need.” Declan grabbed my hips as I straddled him.

I savored the moment of power he was demanding of me, giving me control because he knew I needed it, before slowly sinking down onto his tip. A shared gasp rippled between us, and for a heartbeat, or perhaps an eternity, we were suspended in perfect unison.

“Kelsey...” His voice was strained, thick with emotion and need. His fingers dug into my hips and tried to hold me where I was. “Slow, babe, slow. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“No, you feel so good. I need more.” I sank down further, and then up just a little, then down again until I had him as deepas he could go. I rocked against him, my hips finding a rhythm better than any song.

“Fu-uck, Kelsey, I—” He cut himself off, and with a fluid motion that spoke of his strength and athleticism, he flipped me beneath him, not breaking our connection for a moment. I found myself gazing up into those fathomless eyes that promised so much more than just pleasure.

He grabbed my right leg and put it over his shoulder, and then he did the other. Good thing I did a lot of yoga and stretching to make sure I stayed in shape for the dance routines and effort it took to put on a show. He thrust forward, sinking even deeper into me, and we both let out guttural moans.

“God, no one has ever fit me like this. We were made for each other.” There was no space for doubt or fear, only the blurring of lines where we ended and again where we began. He withdrew and thrust again, and I watched his eyes roll back in his head. He went so slow that I thought I would scream, except I couldn’t because every time he sank into me, I gasped, or whimpered, or moaned his name.

“Kelsey, Kelsey,” he murmured my name as if it was a prayer. “I love you, fuck, I love you so much.”

“I love you, I need you, please Declan, please.” I arched into him, as if I could get even closer to him. His hips met mine in a way that was both primal and achingly tender. With each thrust, he filled me completely, creating a pleasure so deep that words and thought became impossible, until there was only feeling, only Declan, only us.

“Only us,” I whispered, the world narrowing to the expanse of his shoulders blocking out the sun, the sheen of sweat on his skin, the palpable love that we created with every shared breath. My thighs began to tremble, and I felt the orgasm building, so close.

“Look at me,” he commanded softly, and I did. In those dark eyes, I saw not just the fervor of our lovemaking but something enduring, something infinite. “I’m so fucking close to coming inside of you. Tell me what you need to get there. I want us coming together.”

“I just need you.” The words barely passed my lips before my release crashed over me in way I’d never experienced before. My whole body clenched and then exploded, the pleasure pouring through every cell. Declan followed me into that bliss with a groan that came from the depths of his soul, his body shuddering with the force of it.

We stayed locked together for a long minute. I didn’t want to move, mostly because I didn’t want this to be over. This perfect moment was so much more than I ever expected to feel in my entire lifetime, much less an afternoon.

I didn’t want that feeling to end.

Declan moved his shoulders so my legs could slip down, but he stayed buried within me. After a few harsh breaths, he leaned down and kissed me just as intensely as he’d made love to me. It made the end of our lovemaking last just that little bit longer, and I realized he wasn’t ready for it to end either.

I wrapped my legs around his hips, locking my feet to hold him against me. I knew we couldn’t stay wrapped up in each other forever, but just a little longer would mean everything to me. “Don’t pull out yet. Stay just a little bit longer.”

“Even if I wanted to move, I’m not sure I could. You just rocked my fucking world, Kels.” He laughed but dipped his head to rest in the crook of my neck. We laid there for a long time, just basking in the bliss, the dappled sunlight, and each other.

Until Pooh decided she wanted kisses too. And not from me. She came right up to Declan and went straight for his face with her wet and sloppy tongue. He grabbed her and rolled, making sure to take the condom with him. “You’re quite the mood killer,Poopity Pooh. I’ll remember to bring a dozen of those treat balls next time.”

I loved that he planned on there being a next time.

We rinsed off in the cold water of the lake again and then ate the food he packed. Nothing had ever been so delicious before, and it was just cheese sandwiches, apple slices with peanut butter, which, of course, Pooh devoured, and the cutest box of chocolates from some fancy pants place in Aspen.

It was the perfect day.

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