“Or, you know, just don’t say anything.” I shrug my shoulder. The sheet slips lower, exposing the top of my chest.
“I could be convinced not to say anything.”
“Oh, yeah?”
Leaning back against the headboard, the soft cotton pools around my waist.
“Yeah.”
Declan latches onto my nipple. “Oh shit, that feels amazing.”
“I love how responsive you are to me.”
“It’s so good, Dec.”
His mouth devours my breasts, showering them in attention. It’s the best way to wake up. Even better than coffee.
“You feeling good enough to do it again?” he asks.
Pushing him back onto the bed, I pull his sweats down.
“Remember what I said last night?” I drag a finger along the underside of his dick, watching as it jumps.
“Yeah.”
“Then let me make you feel good before you fuck me again.”
“Fuck.”
I seal my mouth over the head of his cock, lapping up theprecum leaking out. He pushes my hair out of my face as I take more of him inside.
His dick is the perfect size. Swallowing as much of him as I can, I use my other hand to play with his balls.
Releasing him, I lick a path back up before swirling my tongue through the slit.
“So good, Declan.”
He tilts my chin up to face him. “Do you realize how good you look with my cock in your mouth?”
“Want to know what would be even better?”
“What’s that?”
“If we spend all day doing this.”
Declan rests his hands behind his hand, a cocky grin now on his face. “If you really want.”
I nod, lazily moving my hand up and down his cock. “I mean, there are a lot of places we can christen in this house.”
“I kind of like that idea. You and me having a sex-filled day.”
“Like a belated wedding celebration.”
“I’ll give you a belated wedding celebration.”
“Wait, are we talking about a real one?” I ask. Now I’m confused.
“Hell, if you want to celebrate our wedding, us moving in together, we can do it. But right now, the only thing I want to do is to have our own celebration. I want this pussy of yours again.”
