Page 41 of A Very Grumpy Father's Day
“Babe?” I whisper.
He groans and tugs on my ponytail a little harder.
“Babe. Let’s continue this in the shower, okay?”
“Mmmm.” He doesn’t stop kissing my neck. He kisses my jaw and turns me around to face him.
My leg instinctively curls up around his waist, and our hips start rocking.
“Babe, I really want to take a shower.”
“Yes,” he whispers between kisses. “Whatever you want, Cooper. Anything. Everything,” he says as he finally removes my shirt and dips down.
“Dammit, Declan.”
He kisses my breasts with the same attentive, delicate passion as he did my neck. Trailing and swirling his tongue. Kissing. Tasting. “Molto bella,” he mutters at a nipple.
He employs the Irish accent when he thinks he has to work for it, but once he knows he’s successfully seduced me, he goes Italian.
I know all of his moves, and I love every single one of them.
And there’s still time to take a nice, long shower after this.
He pushes the blanket away, and the feel of his warm skin pressing against mine is enough to…it’s just…enough. It’s so good. I comb my fingers through his wavy hair. He kisses down my belly and across my waist and then rolls me over onto my stomach, kissing up my back to the spot where I got a tattoo, just below my shoulder.
It was my wedding gift to him.
A tattoo of a swallow, to match the one on the inside of his bicep.
The one he got before he met me.
The one he got for the one who broke his heart.
No one I work with knows it’s there. I chose a spot that would never be exposed when I’m wearing my office outfits. But Declan knows it’s there. He knows what it means.
He knows that when he puts his right arm around my shoulder, our symbols of everlasting love match up.
I never wanted to get a tattoo for myself, but I wanted to get it for him. To show him I wanted to mate with him for life. That I would be loyal to him forever.
He kisses all around the edges of the little bird on my back and then down to the curves of my hip and my butt, and then he just keeps going. Down my legs to the arches of my feet. It feels like he’s reacquainting himself with my body. I suppose we haven’t had time to really explore each other since Ciara. My body is happy to make his reacquaintance. And strangely shy. I’m wishing I’d closed the blackout curtains.
As if reading my mind, Declan says softly, “I love every inch of you, baby. You’re more gorgeous than ever.” He drags his fingertips from my ankles up my calves with such a light touch, and I don’t know why that does something to me, but it does. I shiver all over. He guides me to turn onto my back again and then kisses each of my toes. “I love these toes.” He kisses up one shin to my knee. “This is the sexiest knee I’ve ever seen.” He spreads my legs apart and crawls between them. He kisses up my inner thigh. “These thighs.” He kisses me right in the squishiest part of my thighs. The part I’ve been most self-conscious about. “This is my favorite part, right here.”
I scoff at that. “Come on.”
“Favorite. Part.” He then proceeds to kiss the soft flesh of my inner thigh like he did the side of my neck. Passionately. Reverently. Making sweet love to the part of me that has the most generous fat stores besides my boobs with his mouth and tongue. The way my body’s responding, you would think he was concentrating a few inches farther up. But this. This is enough. The scruff of his two-day-old beard, his lips and tongue, the feverish devotion. This is enough to turn my insides into a night sky full of flying swallows and shooting stars.
“Dec…”
He slides both hands under my bum and grips both cheeks very firmly as he continues to make out with my inner thigh. Then he performs a sneak attack on my clit, making long, luscious strokes with his tongue. Now he’s giving my clitoris the royal treatment, and my entire body is convulsing. He is swirling and sucking and flicking and licking and fluttering. I am made of electricity, and all of the energy has gathered in the center of me.
When he starts fucking me with his tongue, I cry out. It’s more than enough, it’s too much. I feel it everywhere. Intense joy and pleasure that’s so foreign to me now. I realize there are tears streaming down my face. It has been so long since my body has felt this good. It’s overwhelming, being on the receiving end of this much unwavering attention now. It was almost commonplace before I had the baby, and I didn’t realize how much I’ve missed this.
I’ve become so used to giving and being needed.
I feel cherished and wanted again.
I can’t even tell if I’m begging him to put himself inside of me with words, but he does it. He fills me up exactly when I need him to, so I can lose control because I know that he’s a part of me. He fucks me hard, and that’s exactly what I want from him. He clasps hands with me to keep me from feeling like I’m being shot into outer space and then free-falling back to Earth all by myself. All that energy comes back to me under his warm body. I feel expansive and safely contained at the same time. When I feel the liquid heat of him inside of me, I am so in love with Us again.
