Page 104 of Holding You
Once he gets a rhythm, my hands find his hair, and I tug gently.
“Yes,” I moan and then run my hands through my own hair.
I can feel the sensation building, and my heart starts to race.
“Declan,” I whimper and reach down to touch myself.
He smacks my hand away, keeping his eyes on mine as he slides a finger inside of me, his thumb rubbing my clit now.
“You’re beautiful,” he says, moving to lie next to me, adding a finger and pressing his lips to mine.
I have this urge to freak out, given where his mouth just was, but I don't have the chance to before my entire body starts to convulse.
I let out a long breath and multiple short ones. Declan captures each one with a kiss.
When my orgasm ends and my body is still buzzing with bliss, I open my eyes.
His smile instantly warms me, and I relax into his arms.
I twist a little to kiss him, brushing my hand against his erection.
I grin and slowly grip him.
“Shit,” he hisses.
“Was that too tight?” I jerk my hand back.
He laughs.
“Jesus, you’re too innocent for me.”
“I am not,” I snap.
“Oh, I could argue that.”
“I’m not innocent,” I repeat and take him in my hand again.
I start with slow strokes, keeping my grip firm but not too hard.
I stroke down and then up, letting my thumb sweep over the tip.
He groans and leans back to rest against the bed.
I smirk and then bend down and take him in my mouth.
“Holy fuck,” he almost shouts. “Oh God.”
With my lips wrapped around him, I take him as far down as I can until I feel him touch the back of my throat.
“Ruby,” he growls.
I take that as a good sign and keep going. My hand pumping and my mouth sucking.
Harder.
Faster.
His hips start to match my rhythm, and my confidence boosts.
