Page 48 of Always Be an Us

He kisses my midsection down to my pussy, arranging his body in the middle of my splayed legs. The image of me wantonly spread out shoots through my mind, and embarrassment tries to push through the lust. I try to close my legs, but Declan doesn’t allow it, holding my thighs open firmly. He licks his lips as he gazes intensely between my legs.

Then he leans in and laves my slit with the flat of his tongue.

I choke back a scream.

He does it again, flicking under my clit with the ascent. I jerk and grab his hair, probably pulling for all it's worth. Then Declan does the dirtiest thing imaginable. He spreads the lips of my pussy with two fingers on his right hand, and really goes to town, licking with abandon, like he never wants to stop.

At one point, while he's licking my pussy, his eyes meet mine.

And the expression on his face can only be described as drunken, sinful pleasure.

The string within me stretches too taut at that point, snapping suddenly.

My body arches violently as I explode.

Declan doesn't give me a second to rest, kissing me so hard I taste myself on his tongue.

As I float back to earth, I sense the pressure of something large nudging against my pussy. Declan's breathing getting labored and desperate, his kiss dirtier.

“Fuck.” He rips away, and groans, his eyes squeezing tight. Gravel drags all over his vocal chords as he admits, “I don’t have a condom. Do you have anything?”

My body still quakes with the aftershocks and bliss fogs my mind, but I find it in me to answer.

“I’m on the pill,” I croak, emotion pulsing through me. I’m ready to beg him to continue, but he’s the one who begs.

"Please, baby." Declan’s sweetly pleading voice does all sorts of filthy things to me, making my pussy ache again. "I need to be inside you."

He doesn't have to ask me twice.

His pants are already open and I reach in and grasp his cock pulling it out.

His groan is pained, and my eyes widen when I note how my palm can barely wrap around his cock.

He's really is going to split me in two.

Nevertheless, I drag him to my entrance and he starts to push in.

I throw my head back. This time, there's no holding back the cries in my throat.

The feeling of his cock entering me pulls the animalistic sounds out of me.

I feel like an animal rutting to heat, chasing the satisfaction on the horizon. Declan gradually fills me to the point of pain, and I'm convinced this is what hell feels like.

But then he changes the angle, dragging his cock against a nerve ending and I change my mind. This is heaven.

My nerves splinter as he begins to move slowly, joining my body with his. I can’t stop it any more than I can stop the tide. In a way, it’s like I'm still floating on a lake, but also like being cast adrift in the middle of the storm. I have no control here. I can only respond, only feel, only hear his harsh words and smell our combined need.

And nothing can hold me back.

I scream. I beg.

But he continues the slow labored thrusting even as he utters things like "I’m dying" and "Never has it felt so good." Even though I can feel the strain in his shoulders, the toll that it takes on him, he keeps up the slow, jagged pace.

I stare into his eyes as I near the peak, that tremulous emotion that I can’t yet identify threatening to spill out of me. I haven’t done this in years, not since my ex. The truth is sex has never been something I could have casually. And when I see the storm raging in Declan’s gaze, I feel an unmistakable bond clicking in place.

It’s reflected in the way his head drops to kiss my shoulder reverently, as he whispers his passion into my skin.

It doesn’t matter what we were before this, nor does it matter that we were strangers months ago.

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