Page 28 of Clubs

That tenderness, that compassion, only added to the bliss of his touch. “But you bet me that you’d make me feel good.”

His smile returned. “Did I?”

“Mhmm,” I murmured. I described the setting in a bit more detail, explaining the hot spring we were in. While he didn’t thrust faster at that, I swore I felt him get even harder inside of me. “Then you got inside, and you kissed up my thighs, and… Fuck, you feel so good.”

And he really did. He was as deep inside me as he could get, grinding, then rotating his hips. Not just fucking me, but practically massaging every inch of my pussy with his cock.

“And what, sweetheart?” he murmured, breaths hard, panting.

Finding his cheek, I trailed a finger to his lips and traced the tip of mine along the bottom one. A soft moan parted his lips, eyes so focused, so aroused, which only turned me on more. “You tasted me.”

“God damn, Brooke,” he groaned, attempting to pull back. But the soft groan that fell from his lips told me he attempted a moment too late. His cock throbbed, making my cunt do the same. The heat of his cum filled my cunt. “Fuck, I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” I moaned.

Not only was I on the pill, but I fucking loved that feeling. The contractions, the warmth, but most of all, the look on his face. Knowing that I turned him on, that I brought him there, was the sexiest thing for me. It made me feel wanted, desired, and beautiful.

Especially like this. When the moment was deeper than rough, gritty fucking. This was heartfelt, emotional, and for a reason I couldn’t put into words, feeling his cum overflow my cunt made me feel so complete.

“You know what I want?” he murmured, kissing me softly.

“What’s that?” I whispered.

“To taste…” His lips trailed down my chest, kissing my nipple as he traveled all the way to my pussy. Then, just as Drogo had, he kissed my clit. When I gasped, he said, “My cum mixed with yours.”

“Jesus Christ,” was all I had time to say before he grabbed both of my thighs and dove in.

This man didn’t taste my cunt. He fucking devoured it. His tongue moved so fast over my clit, from side to side, then in a circle, then up and down, until I was squirming beneath his hold.

But when I squirmed, when my body involuntarily quivered, he’d slow just enough for me to catch my breath. Then he’d go back to flicking his tongue around like a vibrator.

It was no different this time. All the moans he let out, all the pleasure he was giving me, just circled back to himself. We were an endless loop of pleasure. Like turning me on, bringing me to brink, holding me there on the edge, was just as erotic for him as it was for me.

I could only hope that Drogo gave Anise as much as Declan was giving me now, because everyone deserved to feel this. The immense pleasure tied up with comfort and familiarity.

That was intimacy, wasn’t it? Opening your body for someone else, giving them the opportunity to treat you however they wished, only for them to give you the best you’d ever felt. To make you feel wanted, and safe, and—

“Fuck, I’m gonna come,” I practically screamed.

Holding me by both of my thighs, he brought me as close to him as space allowed and did his best fucking work. I didn’t even know what he was doing. Only that the heat of his mouth was against me, moving with impeccable speed and precision, and I loved every fucking second of it.

Stars flickered against my eyes when the contractions took hold. He didn’t stop when they came, but maintained the perfect rhythm. As I came, through my mind flashed the image of the two of us in that spring, and no matter how wonderful that memory was, this one was just as beautiful. It would stick with me for lifetimes to come as well.

Because it was more than just sex. It was the most intense, affectionate sex we’d ever had.

When the contractions slowed, and I stopped screaming, Declan gave my clit one more kiss. I shivered, and he chuckled. Sitting forward, wiping his lip, he smiled. “Was that romantic enough for you, sweetheart?”

Laughing, I hauled him toward me. With another kiss, I nodded. “That was perfect.”

“You’re perfect.” He kissed me again. “And the way you taste—”

A bang sounded.

I jumped.

He held me closer, pressing a finger over my lips.

Another bang, this one louder than the last. Not like the swinging of the door when Ria came in early, but like someone had just flipped my dining table.

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