Spurred on by my noises, Declan lifts me nearly all the way off his cock and slams back home, hitting that spot that makes me see stars. In this position I can’t do anything but hold onto his thighs and take each one of his thrusts. I’m a plaything for him to do as he pleases, and yet – even as fucks me hard, his touch is always gentle. The hand that grips my throat feels more like a caress than a vice, simply holding me in place for better leverage.
Declan whispers filthy sweet nothings in my ear as he drives into me again and again.
“That’s it, baby. You’re doing so good.”
“Taking me so deep.”
“Love the way you squeeze my cock.”
It’s not until Declan hits a spot that has my eyes rolling back in my head that I realize we’re directly in front of the mirror over my dresser. The sight of us like this – Declan buried deep inside me, his inked hand gripping my pale throat, my hands flat on his tattooed thighs… it’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. I think I could come from this alone, just watching his cock disappear inside me. He’s so lost in the moment, he hasn’t even noticed the mirror. He’s too busy watching me. But I want him to watchus.
“Look up,” I pant out. I can feel my release creeping up, that telltale tingling starting at the base of my spine once again.
Declan’s eyes snap up and meet mine in the mirror. His eyes flash as he takes in the sight of us.
“Fuck,” he mutters. “Fuck.” He picks up the pace then, hardly taking the time to pull out halfway before pumping back in, again and again. He eases his hold around my stomach and slides his hand downward to tease my clit. It only takes a few quick strokes between my thighs to send me careening toward my orgasm.
“I’m going to come,” I tell him on a breathy exhale. He circles my clit with his middle finger and then presses down at the same moment he sinks into me deep,so deep, hitting the spot that has my toes curling into my comforter and my nails digging into his thighs.
“Declan,” I choke out as my orgasm hits me like a wave slamming against the shore. A delicious heat spreads through my limbs and lingers, my release lasting almost uncomfortably long as Declan strokes between my legs, playing my body like an instrument tuned only for him.
As my orgasm finally subsides, I’m boneless in his arms, positively spent after two earth-shattering orgasms.
“I’ve got you,” Declan murmurs in my ear, wrapping his arm back around my stomach to hold me in place. He moves inside me again,his pace punishing as he chases his own release. It doesn’t take long until his movements begin to stutter.
“I’ve either got to pull out now, or –”
“Inside me,” I cut him off. I don’t know what’s gotten into me – I’veneverlet anyone come inside me before, not even my ex of more than five years.
I watch in the mirror as Declan’s movements stutter, his mouth opening slightly on a low groan as he comes. It’s the first time he’s come for me, and I’m thankful for the mirror so that I can watch the way his dark brows furrow with concentration, and his muscled forearms flex against my body. His hips slow as he fills me, and when he buries himself deep and lingers, I put all those kegels I did as a teenager to use. His eyes flash to mine in the mirror when he feels me clench around him.
“Goddammit, Elsie.” Declan’s voice is laced with something that can only be described as awe. “You’re fucking perfect.Thatwas fucking perfect.”
I smile at him in the mirror and take a moment to catalogue this new version of him, this Declan that looks a little bit like I feel, like his world might have tilted on its axis over what just happened. His eyes are wild and his dark hair is messy from my hands tugging at it. One single, long lock flops over his brow, and it’s sexier than it has any right to be. His broad, ink-covered chest heaves slightly with exertion.
Declan plants a quick kiss on my shoulder and eases his cock out of me. I take the opportunity to flop down onto my stomach and give muscles a much-needed break. I can feel the soreness setting in already.
Declan groans behind me. “Look at you, dripping my cum. Fuck, that’s hotter than it should be.” He strokes his fingers through themess between my legs, using two fingers to push some of it back inside me. He pumps in and back out in slow, gentle movements.
“We should probably get you cleaned up.”
“I’m going to get up and pee as soon as I remember how to work my legs,” I mumble against the mattress. The last thing I want to do right now is get out of bed, but I want a UTI even less than that, so it’s nonnegotiable.
I push myself up on shaky arms and climb off the bed. Declan follows, searching around the floor for a few seconds. “Shit,” he laughs. “I forgot my clothes are still soaking wet in the kitchen.”
“I’ll throw them in the drier,” I promise. “Just give me a minute.” I hurry out of my bedroom and into the bathroom next door to pee and clean myself up. I also run a brush through my hair a few times, detangling the damp strands as much as I can. When I’m satisfied with my efforts, I grab my pink and white robe from the back of the bathroom door and pull it on, securing the tie around my waist. Then I go out into the kitchen to collect our discarded clothing and towels, throwing them in the drier that’s tucked away in the bathroom closet.
When I get back to my room, Declan is sitting propped against my headboard with the sheet pulled up to his waist. He smiles when he sees me and holds his arm out, a silent invitation to join him in bed. I pad across the hardwood floor and climb in beside him, laying my head on his chest as he settles his arm around me.
“Hi,” he says, leaning down to plant a kiss on the top of my head. He lingers, breathing deeply against my hair. I can’t see him, but somehow, I know that he’s grinning.
“Hi,” I say back. I drape my arm across his torso and feel some of the built-up tension ease out of my body. If you’d told me a week ago that I’d be cuddling with Declan like this, I’d have laughed at such a ridiculous idea.
And yet – it feelsright.
“That was…”
“Yeah,” I agree. “It was.”
