I lift my cheek up from his shoulder and lock eyes with him. "I want to keep going. Especially if the orgasms come with a side of cuddling."
Declan cups my chin, using his thumb to draw idle circles on my cheek. "I'll give you a bath after as well. And anything else you need to come back down. Last thing I want is for you to think I'm only here to be with you physically. Making you come has been nothing short of a dream, but it's more than that for me."
His hand slides down my neck, to my bare chest, and rests on top of my heart.
I place my hand on his. "I know, Declan. It's more than that for me too."
"Good. Now that we've got that settled, do you want my fingers, cock, or another one of your toys inside you next?" He adjusts me slightly in his lap so the tip of his very pierced cock brushes against my clit.
My mouth waters and I moan before I can even think to stop myself.
"That wasn't an answer, Zahra. Use your words, my love." Declan snickers, clearly enjoying his effect on me.
"Your cock, Declan. I want it buried so deep inside me I'll feel you for days. And when you're done, I want you to fill me up with your come until it drips out of me," I confess one of my deepest desires. My heart races, waiting for his judgment or his refusal.
Instead, his jaw falls open, hands twitching at his sides like he's fighting himself for whatever small bit of control he has left. "Are you sure you know what you're asking for? Because once I come inside you, I don't think I can have you any other way again."
His words are a promise. One I plan on making sure he keeps. "I'm sure. I have an IUD, and tested negative recently."
"I’m also negative. I haven't thought of anyone since the day we met. You've consumed every single inch of my mind and my heart." Declan presses his forehead against mine.
"You’re mine, Declan McAlister. Even when I denied myself, deep down I knew the truth. You are mine."
"You own me. Now it's time for me to show you how grateful I am to be yours."
38
DECLAN
Igrip Zahra's hips, relishing how perfectly soft she feels in my hands. Her body molds into mine instantly as I bring us flush against each other. An electric pulse that trickles down my spine lifting her onto me, as I use the wetness of her pussy to coat my cock until it’s perfectly lubed and ready for her. I’d dreamed about this very moment nearly every night since we first met, and none of those dreams compared to the sensation of teasing her cunt with the tip of my cock.
Her nails dig into my shoulders, hips bucking and begging for more. Begging forme. “Declan, stop denying me,” she pants, eyes filled with desire.
“Why should I? You’ve been denying me, denyingus, from the moment we met. I think it’s only fair I pay back some of the torture you’ve put me through.” I jolt my hips forward so I’m halfway buried inside her, and groan as I feel her hot core grip me hard. Jesus. I was at complete odds with myself. Part of me wanted to drag this out as long as I could. Teasing and punishing her. Another part of my brain screamed at me for dragging this on longer. In the end, I give in to the magneticpull between us, lifting her hips slightly off me, before fully sinking inside her.
Zarha’s back arches immediately, her screams of pleasure filling the room. Despite her moans and pants for more, her eyebrows knit together in frustration.
“What is it, angel?” I ask, following with a harsh kiss on her neck.
“It feelssogood, but I can’t get myself fully there. It’s so annoying,” she groans, dragging a hand across her face.
I slow down my movements, leaving my cock buried inside her. “You came twice a few minutes ago. What was different then?”
Whatever she needed from me, I would do it.
“I…don’t know. My mind felt clear. Empty. I wasn’t thinking about anything beyond how good you were making me feel. But now my mind’s racing. About whether you’re enjoying this, whether I can make you happy by coming again.” She gasps as I instinctually buck my hips into her.
“You are so. Fucking. Perfect,” I growl, unable to contain myself. “I want you to focus on all the sensations you’re feeling right now, and let go of whatever’s holding you back. Let me take care of you, Zahra. It’s all I want to do.”
I start toying with her clit, relishing how she writhes in ecstasy. Keeping my eyes locked on her, I see the exact moment she decides to give in. The exact moment she descends into submission. She squeezes the hell out of my cock, and lets another orgasm wash over her. The shocked look in her eyes nearly results in my own release. Worrying her lip between her teeth, she moans, "Dear God."
"You might be an angel, love, but I promise I'm no God. So, if you're going to scream anything while your sweet pussy milks my cock, I'll let you pick between 'Declan' or 'my husband'."
I jerk my hip slightly, letting my dick get used to how fucking good she feels around me, how much she feels likemine, and giving her a second to catch her breath.
"Husband," she purrs, lips curving into a smile.
"Your husband," I emphasize, shifting us so she's laid out on the bed, moving carefully so I remain inside her. She gasps as I slide in and out of her at a torturously slow rate. "Your husband, who needs you to keep count of how many times I make you come. Out loud. Or else I'll stop."
