Everything moved in slow motion, especially when his lips touched mine. Immediately, my body lit up hotter than the summer sun and I was on fire, burning from the inside out. I grew impatient, needy, as he held me firmly in place with my face between his hands, opening my lips with his tongue, and pushing his straining cock against me.
“Declan,” I moaned breathlessly.
He nipped my ear and groaned low in his chest, “Yeah?”
“We need to go inside now before I rip my bathing suit off out here.”
I didn’t have to say anymore because in one quick move, he lifted me in his arms, my legs straddling his waist. The second we made it inside, I gasped as he pushed me into the wall.
Holy hell, he’s intense . . . wild.
He lifted my hands above my head and held me prisoner while he bit his way along my collarbone and down to the mounds of my breasts.
Groaning, he pushed his hard cock between my legs and rocked his hips, sliding me up and down against the cold, smooth wall. I was so ready to have him inside of me.
“Where to?” he asked, grabbing my breast with his firm hand. “The living room? Your bedroom? Where do you want me to make love to you?” He massaged and squeezed my breast so hard I could barely think. “Where to?” he repeated more forcefully. “If you don’t tell me where, I’m going to take you right here.”
Gasping, I bit my lip and rolled my hips, watching his eyes roll back in his head. Having sex against the wall didn’t sound like a bad idea. My clitpulsed so violently that I could barely speak; I was so close.
“My room,” I stammered. “And hurry.”
We were in my room within seconds. Declan dropped me on the bed and covered me with his body. Slowly, I glided my fingers down his washboard abs and slid my hand inside of his swim shorts; his cock was so thick and hard I could barely wrap my hand around him. Holding him tight, I pumped the full length of his cock up and down gently until a strangled moan escaped his lips.
“You’re killing me, Ayla.”
Reluctantly, I let him go.
“Can you not handle it?” I teased amusingly.
“Oh, I can handle it.” With his blue gaze on mine, he reached behind me and untied my bikini top, throwing it across the room before closing his lips over my nipple, sucking it hard . . . feverishly.
“More,” I rasped, arching my back.
Lifting my hips, he slid off my bathing suit bottoms and lowered me back down. “I’ll give you more,” he growled, spreading my legs wide.
He flicked his tongue across my clit, making me jump, then did it again. His breath teased my sensitive flesh as he breathed in andout, licking inside of me. Over and over, he licked and sucked my clit until I couldn’t take it anymore.
“That’s right, Ayla. Come for me and let me taste you,” he commanded.
Doing as he said, I exploded from the inside out, reaching down to grip handfuls of his hair as he tasted every drop of my desire. When he lifted his head and climbed up my body, I smiled. “That felt amazing.”
My body quivered as it came down from its orgasm-induced high, and Declan was all too happy with my reaction. “I think I’m addicted to your mouth,” I teased. “I want more.”
“Trust me, you’ll get more.”
With a devilish smile on his face, he pulled down his shorts, throwing them on the floor, his cock long and thick between his legs.
He lifted me up in his arms and sat back against the antique wooden headboard of my bed. Straddling his waist, I could feel his cock throbbing between my legs, and I teased him by only letting the very tip of him inside of me.
With short, gentle strokes, I glided up and down until his grip tightened on my hips and he growled, “You’re teasing me too much. Ride me now or I’m going to take control.”
In a way I wanted to see what he would do, but instead, I lowered down inch by inch until he was completely inside of me. “Declan,” I moaned, slowly moving my hips.
“Ayla, you feel so fucking good. I can’t believe how wet you are for me.”
With one hand tugging on my hair, he lowered the other one so he could rub my clit with his thumb. “Lean back so I can taste your nipples. I want them in my mouth when I come.” I had never been with a man who talked during sex like that. It was a rush and it felt amazing to feel desired, wanted.
His grip on my hair tightened and I arched my back, still moving my hips as he bit down on a taut nipple. “As much as I love you riding me, I think it’s my turn now.”
