“Liar,” she came back easily.
His gaze darkened. “I haven’t been with anyone for years, which means I’m clean. With your agreement, I’d like us to make love bare.”
A blush colored her cheeks. “I haven’t been with anyone since university, and even then, it was never anything but disappointing. But I’m not on birth control either, for the same reason. I always figured that if I ever found someone I liked enough to have a physical relationship, that would be the time to think about going on the pill.”
“How about if you decide youlikesomeone enough not to use birth control at all?”
Her eyes widened. “You’re really serious about this, us, aren’t you?”
He gazed directly into her eyes so that there would be no misunderstanding. “As serious as it gets, darlin’. Wedding rings. Years of happiness together before we spend our twilight years sitting in our rocking chairs on the porch. Again, together.”
She swallowed. “And we’ll have a little girl or boy who looks like you?”
“Or like you,” he agreed warmly. “I’d like both. And eventually grandchildren.”
Fawn’s smile was slightly shy this time. “I would like all that too.”
“Then we had better get started on the first one.”
Fawn placed a hand on his shoulder and used that leverage to gently push down. Declan let her, relieved, after the emotional morning they’d all had, to be able to sit down.
“I have wanted to do this since the moment I met you.” The shyness was completely gone as Fawn dropped gracefully down to kneel between his parted knees, her slender hands moving to the fastening of his jeans.
Declan couldn’t look away, couldn’t breathe, as Fawn looked up at him through long lashes with eyes that had darkened to the color of burnt amber.
He could see her sexual arousal, not only in her eyes but also in the flush to her cheeks and her swollen and slightly parted deep-rose-colored lips. If his gaze lowered, he was sure her hardened nipples would be pressing against her T-shirt. He could already discern the heady scent of the essence between her thighs.
He wanted to touch her there, to stroke those slick lips, his mouth taking possession of her clit as he thrust his fingers inside her. She?—
“Dear God…!” he gasped. His hands instinctively fell flat on the bed behind him so that his arms supported him as he became lost in the intensity of the pleasure that coursed through him the moment Fawn took the bulbous tip of his cock into her mouth.
It was incredible.
So deliciously hot and wet.
As Fawn began to bob her head, taking his cock deeper and deeper into her mouth until it hit the back of her throat, that pleasure coalesced far too quickly into Declan feeling thetingling sensation at the base of his spine that warned of his impending release.
“Stop now, or I’m going to come before I’m inside you.” Declan grasped her shoulders to push her gently back until his cock slid from between her lips.
His breath caught at how debauched she looked with her eyes fevered, cheeks flushed, her puffy lips slightly parted and coated in a sliver of his pre-com.
Fuck, she was gorgeous!
Declan pulled her up and over him as he fell back on the bed. She was so slight, he could barely feel her weight on top of him. “If I come in your mouth now, I’m going to need a couple of hours’ recovery time before I can go again,” he explained gruffly. The disappointment of being asked to stop was visible in her eyes.
Fawn shookherself out of the euphoric haze she had fallen into as she sucked and licked Declan’s cock, having been totally focused on the groans he gave that told her what she was doing was giving him pleasure.
His balls had felt heavy and were covered in a light dusting of hair as she gently squeezed and rolled them in her hand. Pressing against the taint between his balls and bottom had been the tipping point to him being on the edge of coming in her mouth.
Good to know for another time!
She eased up to take her weight on her arms as she looked down at him. “I’m going to stand up now, remove your jeans and boxers completely, along with your socks, of course.” She chuckled softly. “Then I’m going to take off my own clothes, and you are going to be on top of me rather than putting all the weight on your injured back.”
Declan’s eyes had darkened almost to black. “Who knew just listening to my woman boss me about would have me almost on the edge of release.”
Fawn absolutely loved being called “his woman.”
Because she knew that’s exactly what she now was. Declan wasn’t the type of man who had reached the age of forty-three without knowing exactly what he wanted.
