Page 24 of Destined Lovers

How did I ever get so lucky to find someone like him?

The better question is, how did I live all these years without him?

Declan doesn’t break our eye contact either, both of us lost in each other until he shocks me and leans down to press his lips to mine. I don’t move back, instead, I press my lips harder against his.

The emotional turmoil we both feel has us so high-strung that we need this closeness.

I’ve missed his touch and the feeling of intimacy with another person. Because what Declan doesn’t know is that I’ve never even looked at another man. The last person’s lips to have ever touched mine were his.

“I’ve waited so many years to feel these soft lips against mine again. I never gave up. I knew I would have this feeling again,” he mumbles against my mouth.

He snakes his arm around my waist and hoists me so I straddle his lap, never letting our lips separate. We stay pressed together, and I can’t help but feel like I’m in an alternate universe. I was hiding from him in a pub office just days ago, and now I’m grinding down on his hard-on.

Slowly he opens his mouth, and our tongues collide with slow but determined movements.

I’m kissing Declan.Holy shite.

Can he tell how inexperienced I am?

I know most wouldn’t understand since I’m the one who left Declan, but I couldn’t let another man touch me.Ever.

To me… that would have been cheating.

A part of me wants to tell him that he’s the only man who has ever kissed me, but then he would know the real truth I dread to say. Because if I tell him that, it would be abundantly clear that I also haven’t done something else…

I’m glad I waited. I knew it would be worth it in the end. This right here feels like pure perfection. As our tongues move faster, so do our bodies, and I try to keep up with him, not letting my inexperience show.

His large fingers lace through my hair, giving it a slight pull, and it takes everything in me not to moan aloud. But, when his other hand slides down my waist, over the curve of my hip to my arse, and pulls me tight against his growing cock, we simultaneously moan into each other’s mouths.

Declan pulls back slightly, and our panting breaths echo throughout the room.

“Feck, Pip, you feel so good,” he rasps, and a shiver runs through my body, something his deep gravelly voice always did to me.

He doesn’t give me a second to respond, pulling me in again, his lips back on mine in an instant. Our tongues collide like they’ve been doing this for years.

I let my hands wander over the hard plains of his chest, up and over his shoulders, and down his muscular arms. I can’t get enough. I want to touch every single inch of his glorious hard body.

His grip on my hair tightens while our bodies start rocking harder against one another.

Is this even real life? I’m dry humping Declan Buckley. My teenage dreams are finally coming true.

My dress is pulled up, and his cock, lying hard under his pants, is pressed against my clit, barely covered by my panties.

I may be an amateur at kissing, but I’m definitely familiar with having orgasms.

That… I’ve mastered myself, and I know if we keep going at this pace, I won’t be able to stop myself.

He pulls away slowly, biting and sucking my bottom lip, making my eyes roll back into my head as he continues to kiss me down my neck.

“Declan,” I moan. The sensation completely overwhelming me.

Not able to hold back anymore, my body starts to move, rocking and trembling against him. Like an out-of-body experience, I shouldn’t know what to do. But it’s Declan, and everything comes naturally between us.

“I know, babe. Let it go. I want to see that gorgeous face when you come all over me. I want to hear you scream my name. Do you understand?”

“Yes, oh feckkkk, Declan!” I scream, then fly forward and bury my head in his neck while my hips take over with a mind of their own, thrusting faster as the seconds pass.

Declan is there to assist, pressing me down into him as the orgasm continues to rip through my body. I can’t stop moving. His loud moans push me over the edge.

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