Page 34 of Rock the Chardonnay

I’m not going to rush this moment. She tastes heavenly, musky and sweet, the acidity in the wine cutting through to make her the most delicious dessert. I find her clit and clamp my lips around the nub of nerves, suckling and nipping.

“Fuck, yes, Declan,” she whispers, grinding her pelvis against my mouth. Good. I want her to ride me. I want to fuck the memories of every other guy out of her, the way she has for me. “The only thing I don’t like about this is I can’t hear all those dirty words you whisper when you fuck me.”

“I’m saving them for later.” I guide two fingers into her channel, letting her warmth wrap around me and picturing the way it will feel when she surrounds my dick like this.

“How could I not love this?” She grips my hair and pulls my face further into her, then arches her hips, drawing my fingers deeper, where she wants them. I’m now her willing accomplice. It’s fine. I have my plans. “You are unbelievable, Declan.”

“Are you going to come for me, good girl?” I stroke the inner walls of her pussy, loving the way it makes her entire body shiver. “Are you getting cold? Can I warm you up?”

“You already are,” she replies, her teeth chattering slightly. “Keep going.”

I pull off my sweatshirt and lay it across her, then return to my ministrations on her pussy. Within moments, she writhes again, grasping at me, pulling at me, begging me for more. “I don’t understand. I’ve never begged,” she says, breathless.

“If I’m not making you beg, I’m doing it wrong.” I curl my fingers and suck hard on her clit, and she bends nearly in half, coating me with her sweet juice. I am so in love with Daughtry Sutcliffe.

I don’t wait for her to finish her orgasm. In one motion, I strip her leggings down her thighs and off one ankle. “Ready for me?”

“Yes. Condom?”

Right. Safety first. I dash to the counter. Ciaran keeps a box at the very back of the receipt cabinet. Only time he’s ever been useful.

I return to her, only to find her splayed across the bar, legs wide and waiting, a sinfully wicked grin on her face. Her pink hair spreads across the countertop like an algae bloom, and I have never seen anything so beautiful.

“Don’t keep me waiting,” she says.

I unzip my pants and my cock practically leaps out, narrowly missing my zipper. I don’t care. I step between her legs and sheathe myself as she watches, her tongue running across her lips. “I’ll make the wait worth your while.”

“Big talk—” but then her mouth opens in a round O of pleasure, as I lift one of her legs to rest on my shoulder. I slide into her in one smooth thrust. “Yes. Declan, yes.”

I picture a million moments like this ahead of us. I wrap her other leg around my waist and slide deeper into her hot, wet pussy. “Yes,” I repeat, thrusting slow and measured. “Yes to you, Daughtry. You want dirty talk?”

“Yes,” she whimpers, closing her eyes and grasping for me. I lean down, letting her wrap her arms around me. She digs her fingertips into my back, marking me. I keep thrusting, making her feel exactly how much I care about her. “Declan, this feels so good.”

“You feel so good.” I lose myself in the slow, measured work of fucking Daughtry, the way I’ve always imagined. “This isn’t the right time, and you want dirty talk, but here’s the filthiest thing I can imagine. I want you, Daughtry. I always have. I want a future with you. I want to wake up with you in my arms. I want to make you pancakes, grilled cheese, and pasta. You gave me your panties earlier today? They’ve been in my pocket this whole time, reminding me how good you smell, how perfect you feel. When you’re on the road, I want you to send me your panties once a week. Wear them when you’re thinking of me, and I’ll feel like I’m right next to you.”

She moans and rakes her nails down my chest and back. “Yes. I don’t know why I’m into that, but yes.”

I lean over her, covering her with my body, pressing her leg backward. “Open up for me, good girl. Because I love you. Now and always. We aren’t covalent bonds, we’re atomic. You might not feel that way now, but I think you will one day. I’m going to spread you wide and fuck you until you see it.”

“I do.” She cries out, arching her pelvis into me, asking for more. I quicken my pace, thrusting harder and deeper. “Fuck, Dec, I think I might love you, too.”

“I can work with that.” My eyes cloud with lust as I drive into her, pounding her against the counter, losing myself in her cries of pleasure.

She digs her nails into my skin, using me as leverage to rub her clit against me. A few moments later, she cries out, squeezing around me as she comes for a third time.

As she clenches around me, I relax, sitting back and letting her milk my orgasm from me. I rub her clit in tight little circles as I release into her.

“Declan.” She pants the words, but she looks wrecked and spent, naked and splayed across the bar as she is. “Fuck yes, Declan. Definitely worth the wait.”

This is the best I’ve ever felt. For once, I just know everything will be okay.

I carry her back to the cottage like a prince who has just rescued a damsel from a dragon. Not that Daughtry needs rescuing.

She needs love, and I can give that to her. My family, we’re here for her. She only needs to believe it.

Propping her in the shower, I clean her gently, then towel her off and wrap her in the thick blankets of her bed. I fill her bedside glass with iced water and bring her a bowl of my mom’s homemade vanilla ice cream with a peanut butter swirl.

“Stay with me,” she whispers.

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