Page 123 of Destined Lovers

“No, I was waiting for you,” he says and turns his head to kiss my neck. My back is to his chest, and my head is lulled against his shoulder for easy access.

I have a palo santo candle burning to help de-stress. We’ve cracked open the window for fresh air, and sprinkled dried rose hips and hibiscus flowers into the water to heighten our senses. We’ve both been so stressed that we needed this downtime together.

My eyes are closed, taking it all in, and I’m almost positive that if I turn around, Declan’s would be too. Besides his hard dick pushed against me, his body is limp and relaxed. Every so often, he moves his fingertips in slowly gliding movements to roam and explore my body.

Despite being in the water, my skin burns with desire from his touch and creeps through my body with every pass of his fingers.

But I don’t move. I let him explore.

He traces my beauty mark on my inner thigh, then slowly makes his way up and ever so slightly runs his fingers through my sex. I do everything in my power not to move.

His movements are not firm or rushed. They are light and sensual.

Neither of us speaks.

You only hear our labored breaths that echo the bathroom walls and the slow sloshing of water as his arm moves back and forth.

He continues his fingers up to my clit, and circles at a slow torturous speed. Yet, I’m more turned on than ever before.

We don’t always need hard, fast, and kinky.

Slow, loving, and erotic is even more of a turn-on to me sometimes.

We did that on our road trip. We would switch from fucking to loving. Both were just as amazing, but sometimes, you need to be loved on in that soft passionate way, especially after this morning.

The speed of his fingers stays steady, but the pressure increases slightly, and my knees instinctually spread. My mouth is ajar, and I feel my breathing pick up. I don’t dare open my eyes. I want my other senses heightened to new levels.

Declan’s other hand, which has been tracing my hip dimples, glides up over my stomach toward my breast, and ever so gently, he cups and massages them with a firm but light hold. My nipples are hard and peak out, begging for his touch.

Even though my nipples are hard as glass, he denies them, focusing on massaging my breasts and my sex.

I let my body move naturally now, and my hips start to rock into his touch, making his fingers glider faster up and over my clit, over and over.

Declan’s hips start to match mine, rocking together, the water moving back and forth through the tub, our breathing increasing rapidly.

I want him inside me badly, I need to feel him, so I lift, and without a word, he moves his hips to glide right into me. Stretching me completely open wide.

It feels amazing. He feels like mine.

In unhurried movements, we move back and forth, grinding on one another. We don’t lift or twist. We move as one, and my whole body is already tingling for a release.

I can feel the swelling of his cock and know he’s ready too.

He increases pressure and speed over my clit, and finally moves his other hand to pinch my nipple between his fingers, lightly pulling and twisting with every move we make.

I can barely catch my breath now… I can’t hold back any longer.

My body starts to shake, and I let a small whimper slip through my lips as my orgasm rips through my body, down to my toes.

That does Declan in.

He buries his head in my neck and pinches my nipple with all his might. Thrusting up as he finishes silently, then holds himself still, letting his cum fill me up.

We don’t move. He doesn’t pull out. He doesn’t need to. He’s so big that it easily stays put.

His hand lies flat against my stomach and caresses my neck with his lips.

“My baby could be growing inside you right now.”

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