Page 45 of The Tides Between Us

CHAPTERTWENTY-THREE

GIANA

The deck floor dug into my knees, but I ignored the pain as I watched the pleasure visible on Declan’s face. His hands were in my hair, gripping the back of my head as I bobbed up and down, sucking his cock between my lips. I fought the urge to gag every time he hit the back of my throat. I couldn’t get his entire length in my mouth, so I gripped the base with my hand and moved it with my mouth.

His body shifted beneath me, his hips involuntarily lifting as he drove himself deeper into my throat. I couldn’t fight my gag reflex this time and choked around his cock. Saliva dripped from the corner of my mouth, but I didn’t let go of him as I continued to move along his length. I stroked him with my hand and lips, swirling my tongue against him.

Declan’s grip on my hair tightened and he went from pushing my head down on him, to abruptly pulling me away. I was left breathless, my lips swollen and my mouth agape as I stared up at him. A shadow passed through his hazy eyes and I could feel the tension rolling off his body in waves. He shook his head at me.

“I’m not going to last much longer if you keep sucking my cock like that,” his mouth moved as he still held my head in his hands. “I’m not ready to come yet and when I do, I want it to be while I’m balls deep inside of that sweet pussy.”

He stole the air from my lungs, his grip rough on my hair as he lifted up and pulled me toward his body. He released me as I began to move against him. His hands slid down my arms and my torso before gripping my hips. I moved my legs, planting my knees on either side of him as I straddled his waist.

Declan pushed my dress up to the bottom of my stomach before sliding one hand to grab my ass. His other hand was between my legs, pushing my panties to the side. Reaching down, I grabbed the length of him and positioned the tip of his cock against my center. My eyes met Declan’s as I let go of his cock and linked my hands around the back of his neck. Dropping my hips, I slowly sank down onto him, taking the full length of him inside of me.

“Mmm, you take my cock so well, princess.” Both of his hands were holding on to me, lifting me up and down as I used my thighs to push up. I rocked my hips, rolling them on him as I began to work my body against his. Declan’s palm was soft against my skin as he moved one up to the back of my neck. His eyes practically rolled back in his head before he dragged my mouth down to his.

His tongue probed the seam of my lips and I instantly parted them, letting him in. His tongue slid against mine, soft like silk, yet urgent and fueled by the need burning between us. There was a passionate side to Declan. He savored every taste, every touch, and I reveled in the way he made me feel. Warmth was building in my body and I could feel a rush through my veins as he continued to top me from the bottom.

Abruptly, he pulled away from me and lifted me off his lap. He flipped me around, positioning me on my knees on the bench seat with my ass in the air. As he pushed my dress up to my waist, he hooked his fingers under the waistband of my panties and dragged them down to my knees. I held on to the top of the bench in an awkward position.

Declan trailed his hand up my spine. He wrapped one arm around my waist as he grabbed my right wrist with his other hand. Lifting it from the bench, he draped my arm over the back and pressed my chest against the top cushion. My arms were hanging over the side of the boat under the railing and I grasped for something to hold on to. I lifted myself up slightly, grabbing onto the metal rail.

A growl ripped through his chest, vibrating along my back as he nipped at my neck and rocked into me. I cried out in surprise, feeling the air pass through my throat without warning. I had no time for the shock of making a sound to settle in as Declan pinned me against the seat and began to piston his hips. His thrusts were harder, faster, driven by an insatiable need.

I wanted to fill every need he had.

Declan slowed down, his chest and the length of his torso pressed against my back. His hands were on mine, his palms pressed against the backs of my hands. Our fingers laced together, both of us holding on to the railing as he slowly stroked my insides with his cock. He peppered featherlight kisses along my neck and behind my ear. He was tender and soft. Gentle and attentive.

He shifted from racing to the abyss of ecstasy to taking his sweet time with me. The boat rocked with the ocean, the water lapping against the side of it. The sun was beginning to descend closer to the horizon. It wasn’t quite dark yet and the clouds looked like wisps of cotton candy, stretching across the landscape.

I felt Declan's breath against my ear, his chest rumbling with another groan as he slowly rocked in and out of me. He whispered to me, but all it was, was air passing across my eardrum. I so badly wanted to know what he was saying.

One of his hands left mine. He gripped my chin, turning my head back to look at him. His eyes were a violent storm of emotion. Not a single one stood out as they all swirled together in the depths of his golden brown eyes. He stared directly into my soul, ripping me apart from the inside out. He stilled inside me.

“You were made for me, Giana,” his lips told me. “I’m so lost in you. I swear, drowning never felt as good as it does with you.” He paused for a moment, his lips finding mine in a haste as he thrust his hips again. “Get lost with me, princess. I don’t want either of us to ever be found.”

His chest was rumbling against me as he spoke. I read his lips while I felt the sounds of his words seeping through my skin. They vibrated in my bones, awakening my soul. I pulled my bottom lip between my teeth, not trusting myself to try and respond. I nodded, a ragged breath escaping me. Words would never do justice to the things I felt for him.

I couldn’t tell him, I needed him to feel them. I needed him to know.

And the look in his eyes told me he did.

Flecks of green and brown meshed together. He stared at me like he truly saw me. And he did. Declan Parks was one of the only people who made me feel understood. Things were never complicated with him, they were always easy. He didn’t expect anything from me except for a chance for him to show me he deserved me.

His eyes never left mine as he shifted his hips and began to fall back into a steady rhythm, stroking my insides. It wasn’t long before I saw my name leaving his lips. He rocked into me harder. My orgasm was creeping up on me, blurring my vision. It spilled into my bloodstream, the pure ecstasy flooding my system as it hit me like a tidal wave.

I cried out, the ocean breeze carrying the whispers of his name across the sea. Emotion welled in his eyes and I didn’t miss the way they glossed over. His grip on my face and my hand tightened. I clenched around him, my legs quaking as my orgasm tore through my body with enough force to rock me to the core. Declan thrust deeply into me once more as he came deep inside. His warmth filled me and his lips found mine in a haste as his thrusts slowed.

Declan released my face and leaned his forehead against my back. We were both left breathless, struggling to catch our breaths as he came to a stop. Together, we rode out the waves of our orgasms before he pulled out of me. I instantly felt his absence and I wanted him back. He pulled my panties back up, his cum dripping out of me.

His hands left me and I slowly turned around to look at him as he was fixing his pants. He stared down at me before dropping down onto his knees in front of me. I was sitting on the seat and he was pushing my thighs apart as he grabbed the sides of my face.

“I meant everything I said,” he told me. The muscles in his jaw tightened momentarily. His eyes were dazed, but the emotion was still there, filling his golden irises. “I’m fucking drowning in your ocean.”

My breath caught in my throat as I ran my fingers through his hair. I swallowed roughly, feeling his words puncturing my heart like a sharpened arrow. His lips parted and he let out a soft sigh as he continued to stare into my soul.

“I love you, Giana Cirone.”

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