Page 87 of A Convenient Secret
His eyes on me burn… No longer with that delicious temptation and need from earlier. They burn with unanswered questions, even with my own guilt for keeping things from him.
With everything unspoken and hidden. With my lies. And my secrets.
And then, when I’m sure it’s all over before it even started, he lifts my arm and starts kissing the scarred tissue with the same reverence he kissed my lips, my cleavage, my pussy. Like it’s a part of me, equally beautiful to him.
My breath hitches as I swallow a sob. His gaze keeps me prisoner as he turns my arm in his hand, planting kisses over my ugly skin.
“Declan—” The whisper sounds indecently loud after the moment of holding my breath, and the stillness of his discovery.
“Tell me you need this as much as I do.” His hoarse voice is my undoing. It’s nourishing in a familiar way, but also new, filled with desperation.
“I need this,” I whisper, and Declan yanks my dress down along with the scraps of my panties. He cups my nape and pulls me in for a kiss.
He’s taller and stronger, but somehow my naked body molds into his, the fabric of his shirt soft on my marred skin.
Reaching for his belt, I fidget with thebuckle, and then with the zipper, unable to get the job done while he kisses me frantically like I’m his oxygen.
I’m about to push his pants down, but he steps back and sits on the lounger, pulling me with him to straddle him. His hot mouth finds my nipple, grazing it with his teeth and then soothing it with his tongue.
I arch into him, wanting more of this. More of him. More of us.
He switches to my other breast, and I quiver. His large hands roam my back. I can get lost in this man.
He sucks with fervent dedication. I didn’t even realize my nipples were so sensitive, but I’m wild with arousal, grinding my hips, desperately seeking friction.
“So responsive. Such a good little Seagull.”
His words spark little detonations all over my body. “Declan…”
“Yes?” A hint of teasing laces his question. “Tell me what you need.”
Nothing has happened yet, and I’m dizzy, just putty in his arms. “I want you.”
“You need to be more specific. What part of me does your sweet pussy want?”
Oh, shit. I like how he talks dirty to me, and I-I thought such thoughts and played such fantasies in my head, but I can’t voice them. I’m not a prude, but… Am I a prude? I don’t have enough experience to know who I am sexually.
With one hand he cups my cheek, languidly dragging his thumb over my bottom lip. His other hand is doing the same to one of my nipples while his gaze holds me hostage.
“Come on, Lily, you’re thinking it.” A lazy smirk stretches on his face as he watches my reaction.
My breath comes out shallow and fast, heat coloring my cheeks. Is he not going to proceed if I don’t say it? Oh my God.
I cover my face, embarrassed. Not by his words, but by my inability to play the game on his level.
Declan pries my hands away from my face. I close my eyes. Because yeah, I’m really mature tonight.
But this man is way out of my scope of reference. No amount of porn could have prepared me for the intimacy that sprouted so effortlessly between us.
“Look at me, Lily.” He growls the command with an edge of finality, and I snap my eyes open. The bastard is smirking wider. “Let me help you.” He moves my hand over his erection. “This is how much I need you. This is what you do to me. I need my cock buried deep inside you. I need to fuck you so you come so hard, you won’t be able to walk.”
He starts moving my hand over his hardness, letting out a guttural moan. I really do this to him. It’s more my curiosity than lust, but I pull out my handfrom below his and peel the waistband of his briefs down.
His cock springs free, and Declan leans back on his elbows to let me discover more of him. But instead I freeze, and swallow a gasp.
“This will never fit.”
He chuckles and lies down, pulling me with him. My pussy is now perched over his length, and the friction is delicious.
