“My sweatpants…” I mumble between his lips.
His hands find the waist band and tug them down over my hips. Now my legs are caught, my sweatpants bundled up between our chests, but somehow his zipper is undone, and his cock isrubbing the folds of my pussy trying to find its way in through my panties.
I don’t even realize he moved his hands until I hear my panties rip, and his cock is sliding inside me. Filling me up. Making my breath hitch in my chest.
“You feel so fucking good, Amelia. So fucking tight. I never wanted to… I mean, you’re everything I thought you would be…”
His gaze is intense. I’m mesmerized by his cool blue eyes as he grinds his shaft deep inside me. I clench around him, sucking him in. I wanted this from the first moment I saw him, but I never imagined… Never allowed myself to believe that he might want it too.
He stops grinding, just lies on top of me, supporting his weight on his elbows, and I can feel his cock pulsing inside me. An explosion waiting to erupt.
For several long, heavy breaths, he studies my face like he’s weighing up how many serious lines he’s crossing right now. Our hearts are thumping madly in our chests.
Then, “Not yet. I want to taste you first.”
He pulls out of me. His weight is gone, leaving an emptiness in my chest that my spine arches to fill again. With him. With his weight. With his erection inside me.
He pulls off my sneakers and drags my sweatpants over my legs, his gaze raking my naked body. I get my first glimpse of his cock sprung free from his pants, and I understand why it took my breath away. Long and thick, it’s … a lot.
And I want more.
Declan grips the back of my knees and pushes them towards my shoulders, raising my ass off the desk. He licks his lips and swallows. If he’s going to have second thoughts, now would be the time.
But he lowers his head and sucks on my pussy, watching my reaction with his face buried between my legs.
I gasp. Panting. This is the definition of eating pussy. He devours me with his mouth, sucking on my folds, my mound, the dip between my thighs and my torso, each suck harder. More demanding. I feel the blood drawn to the surface of my skin, and the sensation sends shivers racing around my body.
“More,” I pant.
“Oh, baby, you’re going to get it,” he murmurs into my pussy.
I press my shoulders and pelvis into the desk and tilt my face towards the ceiling, smiling.
He parts my sex with his thumbs. I wait for his tongue, and nothing happens. I picture him eating me up with his gaze, exploring me by sight first, and it’s strangely the most erotic thing that has ever happened to me. He wants to look at me.
He wants me.
When his tongue finally enters me, my orgasm is already hurtling through my core like a tornado. I let out a low moan. It doesn’t even sound like me, but I know it is me because it grows in intensity when his tongue finds the spot.
“Right … there…” I manage between pants and whimpers and feral sounds that keep my pulse spiking.
His thumb finds my clit in response. I want him to tell me how good I taste in his sexy accent, but I don’t want him to stop. He dips his thumb inside me, scooping up my slick and taking it back to my clit to keep it soft, and I lose control of my orgasm.
I grip the sides of the desk and hear something crash onto the floor. The brandy glass. The moment of panic that Orla might hear it, passes in a flash of whirling sensations centered around my core, and the throbbing in my clit.
And still, Declan doesn’t stop. His mouth takes over on my clit, sucking like nothing else exists.
Until there’s a knock on the study door.
4
DECLAN
“Declan, is everything alright in there?”It’s Orla.
My heart is thudding.
My face is still buried between Amelia’s legs.
