Page 19 of Rock the Chardonnay

“Declan.” I take his jaw in my hands, loving the feel of his stubble against my palm. “I want to be fucked. We don’t need to analyze it. If it’s too much, then fine. We can put it off another day.” I rub my pelvis against his erection, and it sends delectable sparks of pleasure through me. “But I’m wet and you’re hard. So if you’re into this, let’s do it.”

“Okay.” His cyan blue eyes darken, to the color of the lake during a summer storm.

All bets are off. He kisses me so hard I can barely stand up straight. Every lick and tug sends familiar pulses of desire through me. Instead of going for my tits, he pulls down my leggings, leaving them around my ankles. Cool air hits my skin, but I’m overheating from the inside out.

He scoops me off the counter then turns me around to face it, his chest against my back. “You want it like this, Daughtry?” His fingers trail through the triangle of curls covering my mound. I arch toward his hand, whimpering.

“Yes,” I say.

He slides two fingers down, parting my lips, and he finds the rubbery nub of my clit surprisingly fast. He circles it slowly, and pleasure spirals through me. “You’re wet and I’m hard.” As if to punctuate it, he thrusts his hips forward against my ass, then slips his fingers deep inside me. Oh, hell yes. I moan at the delicious stretch. “Do you want me?”

“Yes.”

He turns away for a moment, and I see him opening my purse. He is surprisingly polite about it, not rifling through like some guys would, but he seems determined only to look only where I gave him permission. He removes a condom in a foil packet and a small bottle of lube and turns to me.

But instead of taking off his pants, his gaze is fixed on my ass.

“You have the most perfect body,” he says. He kneels behind me, and I feel his lips against the round flesh of my backside. Then he nips at it, which makes me jump and giggle at the same time. “Sorry,” he says, covering the spot with his hand and kneading my glute. “I couldn’t resist.”

“I like it,” I confess. This is, so far, a lot more…fun than a lot of my other sexual encounters.

Weird.

I rest my arms on the counter as he unzips his pants. I hear the rip as he opens the condom packet, and hot, sticky anticipation floods me.

“I want to do everything you like.” His warm hands circle me, one of them going straight to my center. Ohhh, yes, he used lube and his fingers slide into me like a hot knife through cold butter and it makes me curl and purr with pleasure.

“You’re off to a good start,” I manage to stay as he fucks me slowly with his hand. “But I want your cock, if you put the condom on.”

Declan moves his hands to my hips and I can feel the tip of his sheathed cock at my entrance. “I did. I won’t deny you anything, Daughtry. It’s yours. Everything.”

Good. I arch my back, taking him into me, and yes. Yes. I love being stretched open like this. So much of the time I feel empty, but not like this. Especially not when Declan’s hands tighten on my hips and he thrusts into me, bottoming out in one fluid motion. Hells to the yes.

He stays there for an instant, not moving, his cock pulsing inside me. “Look at you taking my cock like a good girl.”

Ooh. I like that. Even without him touching my clit, my body lights up like a Christmas tree at those words.

Then he starts thrusting, and all thoughts melt into sensation.

Declan can fuck. The way he holds me, his heat, his scent, all while his cock strokes the innermost parts of me, it works on a whole different level.

Declan’s mouth is the best surprise of all. He leans over my ear as he pushes into me. “You feel like wet, hot satin against me. Next time I want you to ride me, grinding that perfect little clit against me as I fill you up. Tell me what you like and I’ll give you everything.”

“This,” I manage to say, though honestly it’s difficult to talk when getting railed like this. “More of this.” To my surprise, the orgasm is already building, and I want it. I’m ready to chase it down like a wolf with a rabbit.

One hand finds my clit and rubs it. “You’re having trouble standing, Daughtry.”

My legs are shaking so badly from the sudden rush of endorphins and other sex hormones that the only thing keeping me up is him. “Then do something about it.”

So he does. With a strength I admire, he lifts my legs off the floor and wraps them around his waist. I notch my feet against his hard ass, and grip the edge of the counter for stability.

This is some acrobatic sexy times and holy fuck, it works for me. From this angle, every time he thrusts, he hits my G spot. Tiny sparks explode all through me when he rams his cock into me again and again.

I’m definitely going to check a box for a P in V orgasm.

“Say it again.” Pleasure builds like a warm molasses flood from my core, rising up through my belly and my chest.

“Say what?” He asks through grunts.

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