Page 42 of Desired

I wait until he’s a smoldering mess, all out of breath, and spent, and that’s when I finally stop. His hands are in my hair, massaging my scalp, skating over it, making me feel like he’s saying thank you in his own way. He lifts his head off the exercise bench, as I watch his ab muscles contract, and I have to bite my lip. His cock still stands at full mast as he sits on his bottom, staring at me like I’m a goddamn unicorn, and his sultry smile is telling. “Come with me, lass.” He says, rising, lifting me in just my panties, carrying me up the basement steps, naked.

After what I just did to him, I’m surprised at the strength, and I feel lighter than air. He walks up another flight of stairs, arriving at the master bedroom, where he sets me on the bed softly, grasping one side of my panties between his teeth, and working them down my thighs, then on to the other side to do the same, grazing his soft, bristly skin against mine in his wake, until my panties drop on the floor. That’s when he trails kisses all up my legs, thighs, and parts my legs all the way open, so that my knees rest comfortably on the bed, while he french kisses me...there. His touch is soft and gentle at first, and then he envelops my folds with his mouth, and sucks the clit so deliciously, I cry out loud.

“God, Declan!” I growl softly, arching my back, simultaneously begging him to stop and begging him not to stop, it’s so good.

He sucks and licks at the precise moments to bring me enormous waves of pleasure, making me climb so fast I swear my insides will burst. My legs lock as I feel myself going to the other side, when he slips two fingers inside, rubbing my upper wall, pulling me over the edge. I can’t help the eardrum crushing scream that comes out of me. It’s like I’m not in control of my own body, but he is. It’s the most earth-shattering orgasm I’ve ever had. My chest heaves, my body convulses, but my legs lock as I climax so powerfully, I think I’ll die.

His pace slows and he removes his fingers as he brings me softly down. My back rests on the mattress as he kisses me tenderly...there. His gentle sucks give me little bursts of pleasure, as I fall into a zone of pure relaxation and comfort. Declan pulls his naked body up next to mine, dragging the covers with him. “Sleep, lass.” He whispers, spooning me from behind, kissing my temple. And that’s when I fall into a deep, undisturbed slumber. When I wake up, Declan lies asleep next to me, on his back, with the sheet covering him just from the waist down. His cock, once again, stands at half mast, and I feel my pulse at my thighs.

As I slide my leg over his lap, straddling him, he stirs, waking with a grin on his face, watching me climb on top. His hands go straight to my ass, as I impale myself with him, already wet just by looking at him. As his cock enters me, I rear back, riding him, as his hands skate up to my breasts. “God, you’re the most beautiful woman ever, Moira.” He breathes. I look at him with a gentle smile. He smiles back. “I love you.”

My smile grows warmer as he leans up and kisses me on the mouth, staring into my eyes as he moves with me. “I love you more than anything I’ve ever loved before, lass.”

I swallow, realizing that we are, in fact, making love now. “I love you, too, Declan. I’ve never said that before to anyone.”

He kisses me on the mouth again, sliding his tongue inside tenderly, pushing his pelvis into me, letting me feel him fully, after sharing such intimate words to mate with the intimate contact. It’s beautiful. A beautiful moment. The most beautiful moment I’ve ever experienced in my life. His kisses grow deeper as his cock gets fuller, stretching me, hitting all the most delicious places inside me. His phone rings from downstairs, in the dead of silence, but smartly, he ignores it.

Hands all over his hair, I kiss him voraciously, starved for my release, as we move together, face to face, sitting upright on the bed. “God, I love fucking you like this, Moira.” He pants between kisses.

His words ignite me. His dirty talk sets me on fire easily. It’s not just the words but the tone. His voice is so sexy I could die. I never knew someone’s voice could drive me crazy, but his does. “I love it when you say ‘fuck’ when we’re ‘fucking’.” I pant back, as his pelvis moves slower, hitting my clit just perfectly.

“You are so perfect, Moira.” He pants, grinding into me, bringing me get closer and closer to the edge.

“God...Declan...what you do to me.” I exhale, feeling my body surrender, falling down the rabbit hole of ecstasy. “Come with me, Declan.”

His cock answers by throbbing, going deeper inside me, as my orgasm catches, and I start to spin out of control, grasping his hair, riding the waves of passion, as his seed spurts deep inside me, pulsing warm fluid, making me feel my climax more. His kisses grow hungrier as he comes with me. Tiny, gentle nips on my lips give me hot shivers down my spine, and then, his kisses turn tender, as we both come down, breathless and satiated.

“That is...one hell of a way to wake up.” He chuckles softly against my lips.

“Well, when you wake up looking like that, who can resist you.”

“I’ll have you know I was sleeping.” He says playfully, but matter-of-factly.

“Aye, but your cock was awake, looking for me from under the sheets.”

He wiggles his brows. “That’s because he knows that a beautiful, naked woman is lying right next to him.”

As I stare into his beautiful eyes, I wonder if he’s ever going to utter those words to me again, or if he’s just the type to say it once and never repeat it. Or worse, that he only says those three words in bed. So, I test him. “I love you.” I say, combing my fingers through his hair.

“I love you, too.” He says without hesitation.

I lift off him, thinking that he said it while he was still inside me, so not exactly a fair test. “Let’s see if you can say that outside of the bedroom.” I smirk playfully, picking my panties up off the floor.

He rises, heading for the door. “I’ll shout it from the rooftops, if that’s what makes you happy, lass.”

His smile is contagious, as he looks back at me, walking down the hallway.

“Youmake me happy.” I inform.

He winks, so sexy. “Aye, you too. Let me go get my phone. It’s probably Rory wondering where the hell we are.”

I chuckle. “Okay.”

He returns, still completely naked, carrying our clothes and talking on the phone. “Aye, yes. The bag is in the car. Have him bring it in and give us twenty minutes. Aye.” He says and hangs up.

“Search party?” I ask.

“Nah, just Rory wants to get us out of here. Da wants a full report.”

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