Page 66 of Destined Lovers

I look down. He’s too big. “I…”

“You can do it,” he whispers again. “We’ll go slow.”

I don’t answer. Instead, I lean over him as he holds up his dick and nudges my opening, waiting for me to sink down.

“Don’t go too fast, Pip.”

I nod. “Okay,” and slowly, I glide down and breathe through the pain I instantly feel. This is worse than before. He’ll never fit.

“Wiggle side to side to open up,” he says through gritted teeth.

I wiggle, then wiggle some more until I feel myself open but barely slide down an inch. Declan reaches up, his thumb traces through me, and I soften instantly, opening at his magic touch.

“Yes, babe. There’s my girl, almost there,” he grits.

He has one hand on my hips, and the other continues to rub my clit in precise movements. Pain be gone because I’m not even all the way on his dick, yet, I think I feel an orgasm already coming on. This is embarrassing.

“Yes,” he moans, as a rush of warmth enters me. “There’s that cream we needed, babe.” I slide all the way home, and my eyes widen in surprise.

“Ohhh, so good.” I start to rock back and forth, keeping my pace slow like he wants, as my mouth hangs completely open. This… is… amazing.

“Your tits are perfect,” Declan mumbles as he reaches up and cups my breast in his hands. “And your hips, why do I find the curve of your hips so fecking sexy? These two little dimples make me hard as feck, just looking at them.”

I can’t help my giggle. I’ve seen my hip dimples many times before.

“Kiss me, babe.”

I lean over and run my fingers through his thick hair. Lacing them together on the top of his head while my forearms cage his face. Never breaking eye contact with those big brown eyes, I press my lips softly against his as his hands on my hips guide my movements back and forth faster. I can’t help but clench in response when I feel the burn start to creep in again.

“Nora,” he hisses. “Are you okay?”

“God, yes, Dec. This feels amazing.” He moves my hips in an exaggerated motion, rubbing my sex along his stomach.

Oh. My. God.

“Don’t stop. This is so good. So, so good.”

“I don’t plan on it,” He smiles wickedly against my lips.

Over and over, he pushes and pulls my hips, stretching me wide to the hilt, dragging me along his body, bringing me through complete ecstasy. I can’t hold it any longer. That’s it.

“I’m going to come, Declan.” I whimper.

“I know. I can feel you around my cock. Shite Nora.”

I’m bouncing up and down on his hard cock, screaming at the top of my lungs for all to hear how amazing this man makes me feel as I hit my climax in full bravado. I feel the telling jerk inside me as Declan’s face creases with pleasure, groaning a loud right alongside me.

As we come down from our high, our eyes lock, and his hands stay holding my hips, slowly moving me back and forth as we both calm our breathing.

“Declan,” I whisper, and my eyes water. I don’t know why I’m getting so emotional again.

“I know, angel. Come here,” I lean forward, and he gradually stops our rocking, then wipes away the single tear that escapes.

I bury my head in his chest for comfort, and he softly rubs one hand up and down my back while the other runs through my hair. He places soft kisses along my forehead while I lay, listening to his heart beat rapidly against his chest.

We stay like this for what feels like forever as he continues to hold me close. I don’t want to move.

“Why do we both like playing with each other’s hair?” I ask, and he smiles.

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