I lean in and settle my mouth against her, pressing my tongue to that small bundle of nerves that has her bucking against me again. I don’t take it easy on her this time. Gone are the gentle, teasing strokes. I lick and suck and eat her like a man starved, because that’s exactly what I am. I’m starved for this gorgeous, sassy, sweet woman, the one I haven’t been able to exorcise from my brain since the day we met.
I circle her clit with my tongue and use my teeth to gently graze against the sensitive skin. She cries out and buries her hands in my hair, tugging on the damp locks and pulling me closer. I lick her center in quick, firm strokes, while she grinds against me and chases her release. I can tell the exact moment that she hurtles over that edge toward her orgasm. She lets out a breathy“oh”and her back arches off the bed as she comes, grinding against my tongue shamelessly.
“Oh god, yes,” she chants softly, her legs quivering as her release crashes over her. I don’t let up, laving at her clit and prolonging her orgasm until I feel her muscles begin to relax. Only when she sighs and throws an arm over her eyes do I settle back on my heels, drinking in the sight of a post-orgasm Elsie. I didn’t have enough time to appreciate the sight when Sean interrupted us the other day. But spread out on her back, legs wide open, her pussy dripping with her release – fuck, she’s perfect.
I grip my cock in my hand and give it a few slow, lazy strokes while I feast my eyes on her wet cunt. God, I want to be buried inside her so bad it hurts. My balls ache with the need to be emptied.
Elsie props herself up on her elbows again and when she notices what I’m doing, she fuckinglicks her lips.
“Come here,” she tells me, and I don’t need to be told twice.
CHAPTER 30
Elsie
Just like the first time Declan made me come, I find myself wanting him even more post-orgasm. It doesn’t seem like it should be possible, this insatiable need I have for him.
I scoot back on the mattress so my legs aren’t hanging off the side and Declan rises from the floor. He wastes no time climbing over me on the bed, settling his knees on either side of mine. Without a word, he grips my waist and flips me over so I’m face down on the mattress. Still holding onto my waist, he tugs upward in a wordless command. I slide my knees beneath me so my ass is perched in the air in front of him and I fold my arms beneath my head, turning my face so one cheek rests against my forearms.
I’m typically a lot more self-conscious when I’m hooking up with a guy. I don’t think I’ve ever had sex in broad daylight like this. There’s no cover of darkness to hide my flaws and blemishes. No low lighting to mask the way my skin flushes as Declan’s gaze rakes over me.
The gentle stroke of his hand across my backside makes me jump, but then I relax and ease into his touch.
“Look at you,” Declan says, his voice a low rumble in my ear as he grips both of my ass cheeks. He leans in and places a kiss against my lower back and a sound that can only be described as a whimper escapes me.
Declan releases his hold and leans over me, and the delicious weight of him against my back has me arching into him, a silent plea for him to finally bury himself inside me. “So fucking eager,” he murmurs, reaching beneath me to stroke my pussy. His middle finger finds my clit and the contact is a shock to my sensitive nerve endings. I jolt and push back against him, and we both gasp when his cock nestles between my ass cheeks.
“Goddammit, Elsie,” he groans. “I’m done taking my time with you.”
Declan leans upright again, stroking one hand from the nape of my neck to the base of my spine. He uses his other hand to grip the base of his cock and notch it against my entrance.
“Fuck,” he gasps. “Condom. We need a condom.”
I groan. I hadn’t thought this part through. It’s been ages since I’ve hooked up anyone, and I’ve never actually brought anyone back to my place before. “I don’t have any,” I admit. I feel Declan tense behind me. “But I’m on birth control,” I quickly add. “I’ve been taking the pill for, like, a decade.”
Declan’s hand flexes against my hip. “I haven’t hooked up with anyone since my last physical, before I left Boston.” I try to ignore the way my heart rate ticks up at his admission.
He hasn’t hooked up with anyone since moving to Port Myles. Maybe even since meeting me.
“Same,” I admit. “I mean, nobody since my last physical, either. It’s been… a while.”
I squirm, forgetting where Declan’s cock is currently nestled, and he curses. He slides the head of his cock through my wetness, then stills. “Please tell me you’re ready for me,” he grits out.
“I’m ready,” I tell him, and it’s all he needs to hear.
Declan eases his cock into me inch by agonizing inch, holding himself back until he’s seated to the hilt. The front of his thighs rest against my ass, which is still perched in the air.
“Hang on, baby,” is the only warning I get before he eases nearly all the way out of me and slams back in, the force of his thrust pushing me further across the bed. He grips onto my hips as he repeats the motion.
I moan, but it’s muffled by my forearms.
“Do you trust me?”
I don’t need to stop and consider the question. “Of course.”
“Good.”
He wraps one arm around my stomach, settling his hand on the opposite hip, and he grabs the front of my throat with the other. Using his grip on my throat, he pulls me upright so my back is flush against his naked torso, and the new angle has his cock hitting something deep inside me that makes me gasp.
