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"Okay, you guys are on." Giorgina nods in our direction, then moves aside.
Declan lowers his arm, then once again, weaves my fingers with his. "Thank you for giving us some breathing space as we recuperated over the last few weeks." He nods in the direction of the journalists. "Solene and I cannot begin to tell you how much we appreciate it, and the chance we’ve been given to start all over again, in more ways than you can imagine."
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Declan
"Do we have to leave this room?" I lock my fingers behind my neck and watch my Rabbit slip on a pair of white cotton panties.
She laughs. "Our friends and family—including your grandmother—have arrived. I’ll say, yes?" She thrusts out her hip and plops her hand on it. "Did you have other plans?"
We’re in a townhouse Solene and I bought not far from where the Seven, Michael and JJ live. I didn’t need to be in Primrose Hill, but given everything we’ve been through, and the fact that she’ll have to be on medication for the rest of her life to manage the effects, it feels reassuring to buy a house in the same locality as my friends.
I take in her creamy breasts, her narrow waist, and the scar that marks her as mine. Her white knickers can’t hide the shadow of the cleft between her thighs. I can't forget it leads to her pretty, pink pussy where I’ve spent so much of my time. And still, I can’t get enough of her. I narrow my gaze, and she tilts her head. "I’m not sure I like the look in your eyes."
"Oh?" I throw off the cover which has already begun to tent at my crotch, then push my legs over the side of the bed. I rise to my feet, plant my palms on my hips, and mirror her stance.
She drags her gaze down the expanse of my chest, to where my cock stands up proudly against my lower belly. Color smears her cheeks. "Madonna Mia." She brings her palms up together in praying position over her chest. A very Italian gesture, and one very appropriate in this case.
Allowing my lips to curl, I grip the base of my shaft and massage the column to the top. She licks her lips, and her nipples grow so hard they must, surely, hurt. I widen my stance, and she lowers her arms to her sides. Then, without looking away from my thickening dick, she slides her panties down her legs before straightening and kicking them off.
"Come here," I order.
She instantly moves closer, until she’s standing in front of me. Her chest rises and falls, and she curls her fingers into fists.
"Do you want to suck my cock?"
She nods at once. No hesitation. That elusive trust between us, the one I didn’t think I’d ever find, the one I hoped she felt, thought she felt, but which was never the all-encompassing, complete confidence that shimmers between us now. It's a tangible connection between us.
"On your knees. Arms behind your back. Keep your mouth open, tongue depressed, so you can take me down your throat."
And that’s why I’m able to say aloud the thoughts that crowd my mind. The commands, the dictates, the primal urge to steer her to suit my needs, the intrinsic necessity to satisfy her through satisfying myself, is something I no longer need to hide. She understands me now, in a way I never thought anyone else could. But then, she’s my submissive, my only, my other half. The woman—the only one—who holds the power to slay me. To make me bend to her will, should she choose.
It’s her choice as she sinks to her knees now. Her choice to hook her fingers behind her back. Her choice to open her mouth, pushing down her tongue and baring that sweet, hot, hole perfect for my cock. I dig my fingers into the back of her hair and tug just enough for her to pant. Her pupils dilate, and a shudder grips her.
I stuff my erect cock into her mouth until it hits the back of her throat. She gags, and the resulting suction squeezes my balls. My thigh muscles spasm, and I almost come right then. That’s how it is with her. Doesn’t matter how much I’ve fucked her mouth, or her pussy, or her arse, I always want more. I’m like a horny teenager unable to hold myself back with her. I pull out and stay balanced on the rim of her lips. She breathes in through her nose, then licks across the sensitive skin at the crown of my shaft. Heat from her touch sears my veins. My vision doubles, and my heartbeat escalates.
"Fucking hell, Rabbit, what you do to me."
I curl my fingers around her throat, then push forward and down. The feel of my cock sliding down her gullet sends a fire of possessiveness streaking through my body. I pull out again and begin to fuck her face in earnest. Her breathing grows labored, and her breasts swell. Sweat beads my shoulders, as I pick up my pace. My balls draw up. "I’m coming, and you’re going to take every drop, baby, you hear me?"
A ripple runs down her body. Her pupils dilate further, until the circle of green around the black almost disappears. And that’s so fucking erotic, so hot, I can’t stop myself. With a growl, I empty myself down her throat. I pull out, then bend and haul her up into my arms.
She wraps her legs about my waist, and I kiss her. I absorb the taste of myself on her, I suck on her tongue, sample every inch of her sweet mouth. She melts into me. She twines her arms about my neck and pushes those gorgeous, fleshy breasts of hers into my chest. My cock instantly thickens again. With a growl, I turn and drop her on the bed. She bounces, legs still spread wide, her eyes so big, they seem to take up her face. "I’m going to fuck you now."
Without giving her a chance to react, I place my knees between her thighs, then throw her legs over my shoulders. I fit my cock into the opening of her melting slit. With one tilt of my hips, I’m inside her. I groan aloud. So does she. She’s stretched around my cock, bent almost double, and it’s the sweetest sight I’ve ever seen. I plant my arms on either side of her and allow her to adjust to my size.
Each time I take her, it feels like the first time. The clamp of her pussy around my cock, the tightness of her channel around me, the way her inner walls flutter around my shaft… All of it is a mixture of heaven and the kind of hell that comes with needing to hold back until we’re both at the very edge. I curl my fingers around her throat and squeeze. A moan spills from her lips. She grips my wrist with her tiny hands, the difference between her fairness and my tanned skin, and the slimness of her digits in contrast to my much thicker wrist highlight the difference in size between us. It’s arousing, and exciting and so indecent, my cock thickens further inside her.
"Dec-lan," she gasps.
"What do you need, baby?"
"You. I want you." She digs her fingertips into my forearm. "Fuck me, Tiger."
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Solene
