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He guided my hand to my dick, and I wrapped my fingers around the shaft, stroking. “Keep doing that,” he said. “I need to finish washing you.”
I flushed with heat, a mix of lust and shame at the thought of jerking off for Declan while he seemed unaffected. But then he shifted behind me, and I felt his hard dick brush the back of my thigh.
“Are you…?”
“Yes,” he murmured. “I’m with you.”
“I want to touch you.”
“Not yet.” Declan turned me and began the torturous process of washing my chest and stomach. When he went to his knees to wash my legs, I about expired from the sight of him in front of me.
“Declan.” My voice was full of pleading, and I winced. I was supposed to be going at his speed, not mine.
“I’ve got you, sweetheart.”
He pushed my hand away and wrapped his long fingers around my shaft. His hand was soapy, making for a natural lube as he stroked me. My head fell back as I lost the fight with my body and began rocking my hips, thrusting harder into his hand.
When Declan pulled away to rinse me of soap, I almost cried. I was on the precipice of orgasm, and the freaking man was edging me. Of all the things I’d expected of a relationship with someone who was ace, it wasn’t that he’d turn me into a quivering, needy mess begging for relief.
“Please, please please. Declan, oh my god, I need to come.”
He chuckled. “You’re not the only one.”
My eyes flew open, and I glanced down at his hard dick between his legs. My hole fluttered suddenly as the idea hit me that maybe he’d want to fuck me. “Let me touch you, then. Do you want my mouth? My ass? You can have anything you want.”
He looked at me steadily. “And what do you want, Cash?”
“I just want to please you.”
His eyes softened. “You do, sweetheart. All the time.”
I trembled, my body craving orgasm while the rest of my being wanted this moment to last forever. “I want to make you come.”
Declan rose to his feet. “All right, then, how do you want to do it?”
My mouth watered. “Can I, uh, suck you?”
He pressed my shoulder, and I’d never been so happy to drop to my knees. His cock was thick enough I could imagine the burn of him sliding into me. Could that ever happen? Maybe. I sure as hell never expected to be here with him. I would have gladly taken only kisses and cuddles if that’s all Declan wanted.
I looked up the length of his body. “Do you want this? Because I only ever want to give you what you want, Dec.”
He smoothed back the hair from my forehead. “I believe you, sweetheart. And yes, right now, right here? I want this as badly as you do.”
That’s what I needed to hear. I lunged forward, taking Declan’s cock into my mouth and drank in the sound of his choked groan above me. I used my lips and tongue and fingers to make it the best damn blow job I’d ever given.
I was beginning to understand that Declan wasn’t celibate. He’d want sex sometimes. This wasn’t myonlychance to please him. But if we weren’t going to have quantity, then I wanted to give him quality. So much damn quality that no one else would ever compare.
“Jesus, Cash,” Declan murmured above me. “You’re too…”
I drew back. “Too greedy?”
“No.” He chuckled. “Too good. Don’t stop.”
He put a hand on my head and pushed my face toward his dick, and that was so damn hot I just about came hands-free. I sucked him back in, taking him deeper, working him over until he uttered a warning and pushed on my shoulder. I eased back enough to see him shoot onto my chest, his cum streaking across my skin and then sluicing away with the hot water.
Declan grabbed my arm and helped me stand on shaky legs. “Your turn.”
He grasped my dick, reminding me I was still hard and wanting. I’d gotten so lost in pleasuring him that I’d damn near forgotten how desperate I was, but the need came rushing back now.
