Page 99 of Always Be an Us

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Emma

Something is happening to Declan.

I can’t put a finger on it. But the way he runs his lips down my body in that worshipful manner the way he keeps whispering words against it, makes me feel like something has fundamentally shifted in our relationship.

There's a gentle finality in it like we're reaching the end of something, and he's trying to enjoy every last morsel before it's over. Like the last bite of food before you go on a diet.

Even with the lust roaring through me, I peek with one eye to see that his eyes are shut and he continues kissing around the same spot above my knee, then slowly licking it.

Shivers vibrate over my skin. He reminds me of a cat, savoring his favorite bowl of milk.

And then he licks up my thighs.

"I can smell you from here, you know," he says and suddenly I’m caught. His eyes flash open, snagging mine, their depths impenetrable. "I can practically taste your need even from down here."

He licks to my upper thigh and the muscle shakes underneath his hand. I’m embarrassed to say that even when I was just sitting in his lap, making out with him elicited this kind of response from me. I leak even more moisture at the sound of his voice. It’s like thunder rumbling through me.

"And I know it will taste so good once I reach the top." He reverses direction and kisses down my leg. "But I'm trying to draw it out as long as possible. I want to remember every second of this, every touch, every taste."

I close my eyes. His words themselves are driving me wild, his talk as much as his touch. As his lips begin their ascent once again, my legs tense in anticipation.

Even before he gets to his destination, my heartbeat is flying all over the place and desperation is driving my hips forward subtly on the seat.

And then, before I can ready myself, he's there.

He slides my panties to the side, and his lips press against my clit, slowly mouthing at it and then nipping lightly. I moan and nearly shut my legs. It’s too much.

I feel like I’m going to splinter from the inside out and I need to close my legs to keep myself together. But Declan shifts forward, his large shoulders suddenly in between my legs and holding them open.

His eyes meet mine for a second before they slide shut again. He makes sounds of contentment as he slowly laps at my center, his tongue diving in between the folds to touch sensitive areas.

My eyes fall shut. I can’t watch him anymore. It’s bad enough to feel the melting and zinging sensations he induces.

One of my hands finds its way into his hair, as his hand slides up my abdomen to slip under my bra and palm my breast. His thumb skims over my nipple, and then he adds his forefinger, plucking the nipple.

I choke on my breath and squeeze my hand in his hair. Propriety flies out of me and I spread my legs open so he eats me out even more.

My next moan is louder, but I quickly slap my hand over my mouth. At the back of my mind, I’m hyper-aware that his daughter is rooms away and I don’t want to wake her up. I’m not ready for another round of humiliation.

And I don't want this to stop either.

Even though his expert mouth and finger threaten to push filthier noises out of me anyway, his left index finger joins the mix, teasing around my entrance and pushing in slightly while he continues to lick decadently.

I gasp.

He pulls out and drives it in again. And again. And again. He thrusts faster and faster. A ball tightens in my stomach and my body arches into the air.

Pleasure tumbles out of me without warning, and I flood his face. He moans into me but shows no signs of stopping, licking, and fucking me even faster.

"I want to do that all day." He draws back his face to murmur. His eyes have a semi-crazed gleam in them as he continues. "And all night. I never want to stop tasting you. I want you to be the first thing I taste in the morning, and the last thing I taste at night."

My ass squeezes in tandem with my pussy around his digit, hungry for him. That just might be the dirtiest and sexiest thing anyone has ever said to me.

And as he continues finger-fucking me, he keeps telling me every single thing he wants to do to me. I soon find myself on the edge again. This time, both my hands pull his hair. Rather than pain, he moans in pleasure, his big hands wrapping around my thighs and holding them wide open as he feasts desperately.

I fly so high that my stomach shakes with the need to come. Still, I hold off. I'm on the edge for too long and my mouth opens wide on a gasp that just won't release.

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