Page 51 of Final Goodbye
“Harder, Declan! Don’t stop, I’m right there!” she screamed.
Doing as she asked, I slammed in and out of her harder, hitting that sweet spot. “Fuck, baby, you look so good taking my cock.” Her head flung back to my shoulder as sweet moans slipped from her lips.
“Oh my God, I’m coming. Yes. Fuck. Yes, Declan,” she whimpered.
I spilled inside of her, completely letting go. She drove me fucking wild. Sex with her felt like I’d known her forever. We were so connected and aligned when it came to each other that I couldn’t imagine this feeling being shared with anyone else.
I pulled my length out of her tight pussy and groaned at the sight in front of me. “You look so good with my cum dripping down your leg, baby.” She gave me a soft sleepy look with those beautiful emerald eyes of hers, all glossed over like she was just as exhausted as I was.
“Wash me up again?” she asked sweetly.
“If it means I get to put my hands on you again, then yes. But then we are going back to my bed this time, I swear.”
Sex with her was out of this fucking world, but I was looking forward to having her cuddled up in my arms all night just as much. I wanted to wake up in the morning with her in my bed and stay up all hours of the night. I wanted it all with Paige.
Every timeI felt like I was about to crash, Declan and I fooled around one more time. We couldn’t get enough of each other. I wanted his hands on me just as much as I wanted to touch him. You’d think I was breaking a five-year dry spell with how desperate I was to have one more orgasm.
Our feelings for each other continued to spill out as the night went on. As far as I could tell, we were both on the same page. We just wanted to see where this could go and enjoy each other.
One moment, we were in a frenzy of hands and tongues, and the next, we were laying there completely out of breath. Right now was one of those moments. Our breathing was in sync as I started to relax, desperately chasing some sleep. My eyes began to close when I heard Declan’s voice.
“Here, baby, put this on.” He grabbed the shirt he was wearing earlier, handing it over to me. I looked back at him confused; one eyebrow perked.
“You don’t want me naked in your bed anymore?” I questioned.
“I always want you naked in my bed, baby girl. But if you stay naked, there is no way either of us are getting any sleep tonight. Every time I glance down at your sexy tits, this big guy is ready to go again,” he says, nodding down toward his dick under the covers.
“Big guy, huh?” I laughed while sliding his T-shirt over my head, now surrounded by his intoxicating smell even more. The soft fabric was like a nightgown on me, almost reaching the tops of my knees.
“I mean, wouldn’t you agree? I recall you screaming how big I am at some point tonight.” That teasing look formed on his face.
“You’re so full of yourself,” I joked. “Plus, if you keep talking about how big you are, this shirt isn’t going to do much good. So, zip it.”
“But fuck, do my clothes look amazing on you.” His hand started to find its way up my leg when I slapped it away, my other hand shoving at his chest. “Okay, okay, you’re right. Come here, lay down on me.” He pulled me down toward his chest and we laid in silence for a few moments when I started to trace the shapes of his tattoos spread over his arm. I followed the black circles and lines with my finger like I was trying to complete a never-ending maze. The lines were continuous, covering him from his shoulder to wrist.
“Did these hurt?” I asked while still drawing lines on his body.
“Some hurt more than others. But you get used to the pain after a while,” he responded.
“Why get them if they hurt?”
“I like the pain. Just like you seem to enjoy a little bit of pain too.” He had a point. I guess we both liked the pain, just in different ways.
“Fair. You know, I might just have to keep this shirt. It’s way too comfortable. I would hate to have to tear it off my body,”I said as I snuggled in closer to him, showing him just how comfortable I was.
“It looks better on you anyway. You can keep it if you send me pictures in it, just like you did with my sweater.”
“Before you know it, I’ll have every article of clothing you own.”
“It just means you can’t get rid of me then.” He turned serious.
“The only way I’d get rid of you is if you cheated on me.” I laughed. I intended to sound like I was joking but the conversation was now turning a bit deeper than that.
“I’ve never cheated, and I never will.” That was always a relief to hear a man admit.
“Have you ever been cheated on?” I asked hesitantly.
“Every girl I’ve been with has cheated. I always chalked it up to maybe the fact that we weren’t as serious as I thought we were. Miscommunication maybe. When I’ve told girls in the past I was looking for something serious, they took me as a joke. Thought I was just fucking them, when it was always more to me. But I also haven’t allowed myself to be in a relationship in a while. That shit always messed with my mind a little when I was younger.”
