Page 27 of Clubs

No use in beating around the bush. “Can you fuck me?”

That woke him up. Eyes opening, he stifled a yawn. “What?”

I laughed. “I had a dream about you.”

Arching a brow, yawning again, he gave a sleepy smirk. “About fucking me?”

“Mhmm.” I kissed him again, just as the soft as the last had been. “And now I really wanna live it.”

“Hmm.” Growing more awake by the heartbeat, he dipped that hand from my waist to the waistband of my sweats. When he touched my pussy, his smile stretched wider. “Damn, that dream must’ve been hot as hell. You’re dripping.”

Tingles stretched from my belly deep into my cunt. “It wasn’t that hot.”

He arched that brow again, tracing his fingertips slowly over my clit and nudging my pants down my legs. “I think you’re lying.”

The euphoria of that touch clenched all those muscles deep inside. Kicking my pants the rest of the way off, I managed out, “No, it was, but it was…”

His speed picked up, making me gasp and arch closer to him. “But it was…?”

“Romantic,” I moaned, reaching between us to stroke him. He was rock hard now, which only made me want him more.

“Romantic, huh?” Sliding one finger into me, his thumb found my clit. “Tell me more.”

I laughed, working him up and down slowly. “It… It wasn’t a dream. It was a memory, I think.”

“Yeah?” Declan’s smile widened. Faster than I could register what was happening, I was on my back, and he was overtop of me. In the blink of an eye, he plunged in so deep, so hard, that I gasped. “What’d I do to you, sweetheart?”

Kissing him again, holding his cheek softly when I did, I swallowed. Suddenly I was that young girl again, alone with him in the igloo, nervous. Nervous for what exactly, I didn’t know. Not getting to feel how she did, maybe?

Stopping deep inside me, Declan tugged back just far enough to look at me. “What’s the matter?”

Deja vu.

“Nothing. Nothing’s the matter. It’s just…” Searching for the words, swallowing again, I trailed my fingers down his jaw. My voice came out far softer than I was used to. “It was our first time, I think. You were so gentle with me.”

Eyes softening, he smiled. “Do you want me to be gentle with you now?”

My cheeks burned hot.

Why? Why was I embarrassed? It was exactly what I wanted. I wanted him to be as sweet and soft to me as Drogo had been with Anise, so why wouldn’t those words leave my lips?

All I could do was nod.

And the smile he gave me when I admitted that, the light that shined in his eyes, was just as beautiful as it’d been when he smiled up at me from that glowing water. Like he wanted to hear me say that as much as I wanted to feel the intimacy we’d had all those years ago.

So gingerly, he leaned down and kissed me. Rocking his hips into me, lips travelling to my neck, he whispered in my ear, “Tell me about our first time, sweetheart.”

Coiling my legs around his hips, I basked in the comfort of his warm skin against mine. “I… I thought it’d hurt.”

“Because I was so big?”

I laughed, and he joined in, but he kept the rhythm of his soft, gentle thrusts. “Maybe. I woke up before I got to that part.”

Still kissing my neck, he dipped all the way in. Rather than a thrust, he ground against me, letting his pelvis rock against my clit, massaging something magnificent inside me with the head of his cock, bringing me just as much pleasure as Drogo had in that dream. “Why then?”

“I…” A moan cut me off. I curled my arms around his back, taking in every inch of his skin beneath my fingertips. “I wasn’t a virgin, but that’s what I thought sex was like. I thought it was supposed to hurt. You…” The pleasure of his weight grinding on my clit pulled me from my thoughts once more.

Tugging back enough to look at me, he propped himself up on one hand. He tucked some hair away from my face, eyes gentle. “That’s really sad.”

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