Page 70 of A Cowboy's Claim
She closed her fingers around him, jacking him slowly and deliberately through the fabric. “Sure. But considering the storm outside, I’m feeling a little wild. Didn’t want you to think this was the same as all the other times.”
Declan opened his mouth to make a point and lost all concentration as she slid the elastic aside and covered him with her mouth.
She sucked, and the head of his cock slid between her lips, hot and wet and potentially mind-blowing.
He slid his hips closer to the edge of the couch to give her more room, knees wide as pleasure wrapped around him and a groan escaped his lips. “Christ, Syd.”
A pleased hum escaped her, and the combination of the vibration and the slow pump over his shaft threatened to make him lose control in an embarrassingly short time.
Declan closed his eyes and took the gift. He trailed his fingers through her hair, pulling it back from her face. He looked down and took it in, and somehow watching made it more intense. The smile at the corner of her lips as she worked him. The wetness on her lips coating his cock. Dirty and beautiful and he was thirty seconds away from blowing up, and that was not happening. Not tonight.
He reached down and pulled her off, laughter bubbling up from her as he kept the forward motion going and simultaneously rolled. They landed on the floor in front of the fire on the blanket he’d spread out earlier. Sydney was still fully dressed, his underwear tangled somewhere around his hips.
She pushed up, resting her palms on his chest as she reclined over his body. “Fancy meeting you here.”
“We can play those kinds of games later. Right now, take off your clothes,” he ordered, curling up to reach for the waistband of her T-shirt.
“Bossy tonight,” Sydney said brightly. She arched her back as she reached behind her for the hooks on her bra.
Declan’s hands were already there, and their fingers bumped as he distracted her with a searing kiss. Tongues tangling, her breath hot and heavy as he threw away the lace and lifted her high enough to latch onto her breast.
“Oh God, yes.” Sydney’s fingers ran through his hair, nails dancing lightly, a steady scratch over his shoulders as he sucked and nipped.
She squirmed, and he let go. She got to work on her pants as Declan dealt with his underwear. Seconds later the very naked woman planted her feet on either side of him, fists on her hips as she gazed down at him in a decidedly R-rated superhero pose.
“Have you come to save me?” Declan teased.
Sydney looked confused for a minute then smiled. “How about we save each other?”
Great idea, except whatheneeded to be saved?
Was her.
Declan lunged, and Sydney squealed. This time when he brought her down, her back was to the floor and he held her knees pinned to her chest, one in each hand.
“First thing I need is a little kitten time.”
“Kittens?” Sydney laughed, fingers curling around his wrists as the brightest sound he’d heard from her all night rang out. It faded into a long, low moan that danced lust up his spine as he leaned in and ate hungrily. He licked again, taking in every inch of her pussy, thrusting his tongue deep then easing around her clit. He lifted her knees up and out to give himself more room to work, driving her up until she quivered under him.
“Deck. Do it,” she begged.
“No.”
He let go of her knees, stretched one arm across her abdomen and slid two fingers into his mouth, getting them wet before reaching between her legs and sliding his fingers deep.
Sydney’s eyes widened. “Oh God.”
He wished he could watch all the changing expressions on her face, but getting to feel, getting to give, was just as good. He dipped his head and put his tongue back to work, flicking the tight tip of her clit while he stroked his fingers against the front wall of her pussy.
She planted her feet on the floor and arched, writhing against his mouth as her body squeezed tight and her orgasm hit.
Declan hurried. He pulled his fingers free, covered himself with a condom, then lined up his cock and slid them together with one smooth stroke.
A noise of pleasure rippled on the air as Declan held himself on his forearms over her, hips rocking slowly.
She cupped his face, silver dancing in her eyes, pupils wide. “It’s good. Oh damn, it’s good.”
“Hell, yeah.”
