Page 45 of Lucky In Love

And I’m moving again. Again under no power of my own, I’m on my feet and my clothes are magically disappearing faster than I can spell abracadabra.

I help Declan by pulling my shirt over my head as he unzips my jeans and pulls them down, followed by my panties. I kick off my shoes, then the annoying denim and lace, and I watch the fine muscled specimen in front of me strip down to his birthday suit.

Without popping a single button, Declan whips his dress shirt off, followed by the tight tank top underneath. He kicks off his boots then shimmies his hips and ditches his jeans, revealing that he has been commando this whole time. Lastly, he pulls off his socks then relaxes back, arms resting along the top of the back cushions. Knees spread, his long and thick manhood stands tall and proud for me to see.

Resting one knee, and then the other, on the couch, I crawl back into Declan’s lap and reconnect us. This time I initiate the kiss.

My hands roam his soft skin, my fingers trail along the hard lines of his even harder muscles. My mouth moves and explores along his neck, then my lips feel his pulse beating strong as I kiss him everywhere I can reach.

Declan’s hands slide up my back and he unclips my bra faster than I ever have, removing the last barrier covering my body. His mouth moves and explores the newly exposed skin along my chest before his lips find the tight pebble of my right breast and he sucks me in.

“Oh God!” I almost levitate as an orgasm overtakes my entire body. My skin is on fire. Every nerve tingles as I throw my head back and scream Declan’s name to the heavens.

“Fuck,” Declan groans as he rubs the head of his dick along my folds. “Sensitive. Just perfect.”

“That’s never happened before,” I stutter while panting, sensitive being an understatement.

“Are you protected?” Declan asks, prolonging my misery and bliss.

“IUD,” I groan as I rock my hips into his, wishing he’d hurry up and fuck me already.

“Thank fuck.” That finally kicks him into overdrive. “Are you ready for me, bean ádh?”

“Yes. Please.” I beg while trying to catch my breath even though I know it’s no use. If he does what I want him to, need him to, taking full breaths for the foreseeable future will be impossible and unnecessary.

Declan arches his hips, gliding the tip of his cock to my entrance, simultaneously pulling me down in one smooth and fast movement. Holy. Fucking. Shit. He stretches me in ways I didn’t know was possible.

All I can think and say is “Oh God” over and over again.

When he can’t pull me down anymore, Declan bounces his knees and that in turns jolts my body on his lap one, two, three times. With each thrust and fall, another inch of his cock hits a part inside of me that’s never been touched before.

“I’m. In. Heaven,” Declan grunts with each thrust, hitting that sensitive spot over and over. A second orgasm is building fast and fierce.

“Oh God,” I repeat for probably the twentieth time. “Fuck me, Declan. Use me. Fuck me.” I am delirious. There is nowhere else I’d rather be. Even if the building was on fire, I wouldn’t get off this couch, so the firefighters would have to carry us outside with it.

“With pleasure,” he growls with a thrust. “Grab the back of the couch and hold on tight.”

I do as he says and can only think of what happens next as my reward for doing so.

Declan grabs hold of my hips, lifting my body a few inches off his lap, and lets loose. His hips pound into mine as he lifts and drops me in a rhythm I have no control of. I am a marionette in his hold and take his pounding hard, deep, and fast.

Over and over.

Thrust. Slide.

Push. Pull.

Down. Up.

Hard.

Fast.

His body takes over mine and I let him.

Closing my eyes, I let Declan lead me into the sensations overtaking my soul. They roll through me, barreling over anything and everything in their way. I feel every nuance, every inch, every touch, every kiss, I even feel his growl flow over me. His heat becomes my heat. My emotions become his emotions. We are one.

“Come. Now,” Declan orders.

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