Page 49 of Final Goodbye
“You asked for it,” he answered as he immediately flipped me over so that I was on all fours. Taking no time at all, he slammed his cock back into me.
“Oh, fuck!” I yelped.
“You let me know if it’s too much,” he said as he moved in and out of me.
Fuck, it could never be too much. This was what I loved. This was what turned me on. This was what I couldn’t get enough of. I couldn’t get enough of him. I was lost in the feeling when he jolted me from my thoughts.
I felt the burn of his palm sting my ass. One slap. Then two. I responded with a whimper that left my mouth.
“You like that?”
“Yes! More, please,” I said breathlessly; he could never be too much. At this rate, I was going to have my second orgasm, and it wasn’t often that a man made me come more than once or even at all. Declan knew what he was doing, and he knew exactly what I wanted without me having to spell it out for him.
One more slap stung my ass when he wrapped my hair around his fist and gave it a tug. With a firm hold on my hair, he slammed into me from behind, grunting like he was on the verge of unraveling.
“Come for me, baby. I can’t hold on much longer. You feel too fucking good.”
It was as if he read my mind; I was so close to spilling over the edge for the second time tonight. With every thrust into me, I could feel my walls start to contract.
“Fuck, Paige, your pussy has me in a chokehold right now, like it doesn’t want to let me go.” With every squeeze that my pussy gave him, it was the cue that he needed to spill inside me. We were both ready to come and I could feel every pulse, every ounce of him dripping into me. He was claiming me. Declan was the first man I allowed to claim me bare, and the feeling of him inside me was unbelievable.
“Yes, Declan. Oh my God!” I was exhausted in the best way possible. Our breaths were both labored as we tried to collect ourselves, him still inside me from behind. His grip loosened on my hair after he spilled into me, his large hand grabbing my breast from underneath. He pulled me up toward him, so I was upright on my knees. His fingers rolled over my sensitive nipple when he nipped at my ear.
“I don’t feel like washing you off me just yet,” he whispered.
It was clear as day that I just had the best sex of my life, and I hoped he felt the same. Everything about him was wild and erotic. We were going to take time to recover, maybe even do some of that “talking” stuff now, but we were without a doubt going to explore each other a little more before the night was over.
I wasn’tmad at all with the direction the evening took us. Was I expecting it? No. But I couldn’t hold back any longer. She asked for it. The longer she took browsing around my room, the more I kept having these thoughts of her in my bed, in my shower, in front of my windows. I was done with the self-control.
The moment she admitted she was here to stay, I snapped. That was it for me. That was exactly what I had been desperate to hear, and I was gone for her. If I couldn’t get her off my mind before, I was royally fucked now. I was so down bad for this girl it wasn’t funny.
Most guys had sex with women, and then they’re on to the next. I wasn’t that guy, never have been. Sure, I’ve had a couple one-night stands and fucked around, but I’ve always been clear with a woman when it came to what I wanted. I always made sure they were on the same page as me.
With Paige, I’d always seen more with her. She was the girl you brought home to your parents. I knew once I let go with her, there would be no turning back for me. I was either going to end up heartbroken, or everything would work out for us.
From the start, she was always a risk I would be willing to take.
Laying together, silk sheets beneath us and still naked from our wild evening, I had the most perfect woman I’ve ever laid eyes on resting her head on my chest. Perfect chestnut waves splayed across my body, our limbs a tangled mess. We laid there in comfortable silence, coming down from the most intense orgasm I’d ever had.
As of tonight, red had become my new favorite color after watching Paige strip down to her lace. I hated to watch something so perfect come off her body, but after we fucked, I wanted to feel her soft skin against mine as we laid here, nothing in-between us.
“Fuck, I’m exhausted. You wore me out, baby.” I was wiped, but I wanted this night to last forever with Paige.
“Oh, right.” She started to get up with a crinkle in her brow. “It’s getting late, and you have to work in the morning. I’m sure you want to get to bed and what not. I can grab my things and get going.” She chaotically looked around for her clothes like I was trying to kick her out so I could go to sleep, but that was the exact opposite of what I was trying to do.
“Nah. You’re staying here tonight.” I pulled her back into me. “You owe me some talking. Plus, you belong in my bed with me.” Relief fled her body as her shoulders instantly relaxed.
“Oh, I belong in your bed now, do I?”
“You do. And in my shower. Let’s clean up and get to bed. Together.” I shot off my bed, scooping her up in my arms. She wrapped her arms around my neck to hold herself up and squealed at the sudden movement.
“Oh my God, Declan. Don’t drop me!” She flailed, kicking her feet back and forth. It was cute now that she decided to show fear instead of earlier, when I was throwing her around all over my bed.
“I thought you liked it when I threw you around a little bit?” I said with a wink, and she slapped my shoulder playfully in return.
“I was admiring this shower before you interrupted me earlier.” Her eyes wandered, taking in the custom-built bathroom.
“I’m not sorry I interrupted your snooping. But now you can get well acquainted with my shower, just like you did with my bed.” I set her down gently on the bench inside the shower. It was out of the way enough that the cold water wouldn’t hit her while I waited for it to heat up.
