Page 15 of Truce: Declan
I'm panting hard, trying to catch my breath. "Do you really have to ask?"
Charlotte shakes her head, and I pull her to lie with me, rolling her onto her back and straddling her hips.
Gosh, how much I've wanted her since I saw her in the stands, shouting for the opposing team, cheeringthemon. She's like this perfect little challenge I want to ruin and make her mine.
The grip of possessiveness, like a skeleton hold on my heart, pains me in ways I've never felt, never quite experienced before.
She's not like the puck bunnies, the girls I'm used to hooking up with after a game to burn off adrenaline and get another shot of endorphins flowing through me.
There's a mystery to her, the red ringlets cascading down her shoulders and back, falling around her like a halo. "Are you a screamer?" I ask, grinning as I trail warm kisses down her torso.
She writhes beneath my touch, and I haven't even licked her yet. I plan to devour her, every breath stolen from her body.
Her legs part, willingly opening up to me as my lips warm her navel and press soft, warm kisses across her stomach and down to her thighs. But I don't greet her with the desire she seeks. My lips tease as I kiss her inner thighs and down her leg, my fingers trailing soft patterns as I hold her to me.
Already, she's breathless and antsy, a sight to be seen and treasured. The paleness of her skin against her red hair glows with a blush spreading across her chest.
"You're staring," she rasps, panting, and I've only just begun making her ache with want. I can see the neediness in her gaze and the squinty stare as she struggles to maintain her composure.
I desire her to get lost in the feeling, forget everything for a moment, and let the want envelop her.
She keeps her gaze on me, making my cock ache to be inside of her, but I won't give in to my temptations and needs until hers have been met. She's glistening and swollen, her desire obvious as I slowly crawl up between her thighs, my fingers trailing a soft, featherlight path along her folds.
Her head tosses back, and her breathing grows louder, quicker.
I tsk. "Not yet," I say with a devious smile. Oh, I want her to break free, fall into oblivion, but not before I've tasted her while on my knees and watched her gaze trained on me.
There's something primal in keeping her staring at me, watching her come undone under my tongue.
I lick at her slowly, methodically, tasting and teasing her bud as she whimpers and her fingers bunch at the bedsheets beside her.
She's restless, and I imagine her insides are throbbing much like mine as I enjoy the sight of her trembling and needy.
Charlotte moans, her gasps growing louder, more insistent with urgency as she struggles to maintain her composure.
The smile merely grows on my lips as I continue licking and sucking, sliding one, then two fingers inside of her warmth, stretching her.
I'm rewarded with a moan, her breathing quicker as she trembles against the mattress. Her back arches, and I feel her teetering on the edge. Her insides quiver, clenching onto my fingers as she chases her orgasm, moaning through the intense riveting ecstasy that courses through her.
She curses as she collapses onto the bed, glistening and glowing as I climb up her body. "That was amazing," she says.
I chuckle and press my lips against hers, needing a taste, hungry for more. "I wasn't sure," I say, only mildly joking based on her expletive at the end of her orgasm. I've heard women thank the deities and myself, but usually, cursing is saved for when I tease them and don't let them get off.
Charlotte continues to bewilder me. I'm enchanted with her, mesmerized by both her complexity and beauty.
Her fingers are on me as I break our lips apart long enough to catch my own breath. She pushes me onto my back, her hand stroking my cock, teasing me at her entrance.
"Wait," I choke out, the words barely leave my lips. "Condom."
"Fuck," she curses again, and her eyes widen, realizing what almost happened.
It takes me a minute to retrieve the condom and sheath it on my length. This time, I'm on top, in command, as I guide my length inside her. I move slowly, taking my time, inch by inch, to let her adjust to my size.
Her lips are parted, slightly swollen from kissing, and I lean down, covering them, needing another taste of her mouth as I move deeper.
She moans as I fill her. "Okay?" I ask, staring down, concentrating on taking my time and not letting my desires win out. I need to know if she's still on board.
Charlotte nods and expels a heavy breath before wrapping her legs around me.
