Her inner walls are fluttering as I push all the way inside.
“Declan.”
I kiss every inch of skin I can. “So damn good, Froggie.”
My moves are slow and methodical. Fire flashes through my veins with each thrust, causing Alice’s nails to dig into my back.
“I love how you’re making me feel,” she whispers.
I drop my forehead to hers, watching as I pump in and out. The way she sucks me in is like I was made for her and her only.
“I’m going to come, Alice. Fuck. You feel too damn good not to come inside of you.”
“I’m with you, Declan. I’m…”
She doesn’t get another word out as she comes again.
“Yesss,” I hiss. I move harder and faster, needing to follow her over. It doesn’t take but a few more pumps before I’m exploding. “Fuck!”
We hold each other through our orgasms before I pull out of her. Cum leaks out of her and damn, if I don’t love that visual.
Markingmy wifeas my own.
Our bodies are sticky as I collapse on top of her. Warm lips kiss my neck and shoulder as my breath ghosts across her chest.
“Wow,” she whispers.
“Yeah.”
I make no effort to move, loving the feel of being wrapped up in her arms. Instead, I pull the sheet over us, needing sleep before we go another round.
“I’m sorry I made you wait so long,” she says.
“Why’s that?”
“Because that was amazing.”
I press a kiss to her chest.
“There’s a lot more where that came from.”
Chapter Seventeen
ALICE
Stretching my body, a delicious ache rolls through me. Memories of last night swarm me like a tidal wave. Of everything that Declan and I did. I don’t know why I was so worried. I’ve never experienced anything so pleasurable in my entire life. I mean, I knew Declan would be amazing, but wow. I never expectedthat.
Reaching out next to me, I confirm the bed is empty. Given that I can hear noise coming from the kitchen, I know where he is.
It’s still dark in here, the curtains and blinds drawn. Since I don’t have to go to Enchanted Petals today, I’m in no rush to get up.
I’d rather Declan come back to bed so we can have a repeat of last night.
When the door creaks open and he walks in—in those same gray sweatpants—holding a tray, happiness warms my body.
“Morning, Froggie.”
“Morning.”
