Page 68 of Finding You
“I need you,” I said softly.
He looked up at me with kind eyes. “What’s wrong?”
I stared at him. “Nothing.” I ripped off my sweater and let it drop to the floor.
He stared at me, confused.
I held up my phone. “Were you serious? About what you said? In your texts?”
He nodded.
I removed my tank top and stood in front of him in my bra. “So you really want me to sit on your face?” I smiled.
He walked over to me. “Yes.”
“Good.” I turned on my heel and headed toward his bedroom, shedding my clothes as I walked.
“Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked as my bra hit him in the face.
I reclined on the bed in only my panties. “Never better.” I nodded at him. “Take off your clothes.” He quickly removed his T-shirt, and I was struck again by the sight of his body. I was already turned on, but watching him strip for me just made it so much better.
I had never seen a male specimen like Declan Quinn up close. Sure, I had seen hot guys in magazines and movies, but I had never had the pleasure of exploring a body like this one. I knew he was tall and strong, but I didn’t know just how beautiful he was. His face was just one part of the perfect package. And don’t even get me started on his actual package…
Declan’s chest was broad, muscular, and peppered with a light dusting of dark hair. His shoulders and arms bulged with muscle and veins. He inched his jeans down his strong thighs, knowing it was torturing me. I was distracted by the size of his erection. It popped up above the waistband of his boxer briefs. I wanted so badly to take him into my mouth.
“Lie down,” I instructed him.
He did. Grinning at me the entire time. I crawled up the length of his body, kissing and biting every inch of perfect manly flesh and pausing to gently kiss the tip of his rock-hard cock, which made him groan. I knelt over his face, holding onto the headboard. He wasted no time tasting me. Licking and sucking and using his strong hands to grab me and hold me still. I liked a man who got right to the point. He knew exactly what I needed.
I threw my head back and screamed. He grabbed my ass cheeks while his tongue went to work, hitting me in sensitive spots I didn’t even know existed. By the time he slipped his fingers inside me, I felt like I was going to explode. I was thrashing and moaning and screaming. He didn’t seem to mind. Every time I looked down I got more turned on by his sexy determination.
Declan was skilled with his tongue, there was no doubt about that. But it was the position, the power, the feeling of invincibility that had me teetering over the edge in minutes. He licked and swirled and I felt his fingers travel down the seam of my ass toward my back entrance. He lightly stroked it while sucking on my clit, and I started to shake. It was too much. Too much sensation. His tongue and lips and fingers and hands. He was stimulating every possible part of me, and I couldn’t take it any longer.
He applied a bit of pressure, and I detonated like an atomic bomb, screaming and thrashing as a massive orgasm tore through me, lighting up every cell in my body. He didn’t stop—just kept going as wave after wave hit me. I rode through it, feeling the build-up again. Before I knew it, he had slipped his finger inside, and I climbed even higher before orgasming again.
“Yes. Yes,” I screamed. “More yes.”
All the pent-up frustration, rage, and confusion inside me exploded as I screamed and begged and swore. It was as if I was levitating off the bed, and only Declan’s skilled tongue and strong hands were keeping me grounded to earth.
When I rolled off him, I was spent. I looked over at his smiling face, wet with my arousal. “That was…” I trailed off.
“Did you really just have two in a row?” he asked in amazement.
“Yes, I did.”
“I’m pretty happy with myself right now.”
“You should be. But don’t rest on your laurels. Now you need to fuck me.”
“If you’re sure.”
“Oh, I’m really sure.” I saw him reach over to the nightstand. Did I really want to take this step? I did. I wanted him and I wanted no barriers between us. “We can skip it if you want. I have an IUD. And I’m clean.”
He looked at me in amazement.
“Are you clean, sailor?” I asked in what I hoped was a saucy way.
“As a whistle. Are you sure you’re comfortable going without?” he asked tentatively.
