I hadn’t let myself look at it until he slicked a hand up and down his cock and it came away sticky. My slump back into the pillows had me swallowing hard. Hand glistening in the low light, he kissed me as he stroked it all over, finding his way to my slit and I braced for a rough entrance. Instead, heat blossomed everywhere between my legs. I wrapped my arms around his shoulders to bring him closer as he glided some sort of magic inside me. My body exploded, the sensation overwhelming, my fears crumbling to dust. Is this what other people felt when they had sex?
“More!” I demanded.
“You ask for too little, Honey.”
He took more pearlescent magic and unerringly squelched his fingers inside me like he knew exactly where I lived after one try.
This wasn't how it worked. The few miserable partners had tried to use their dicks for what Declan made so easy with his long fingers. I couldn't get my bearings enough to show him the normal progression of kissing, then petting, then actual penetration. He swept me along with his enthusiasm instead.
The heat he built eclipsed any effort ever made before. Men were so fragile about their size when all you had to do was figure out what you were doing. The utter concentration on his face cataloged every twitch and shift of my hips, pant and moan as he scissored his fingers, brushing his knuckles over that sweet spot over and over again. His other hand pressed down on my mound, his thumb draping down to spread more of his slick offering against my skin.
And in his quest to deploy his seemingly endless supply of slut juice, he found my clit. Going completely still when I almost levitated off the bed, his lip curled back in a snarl.
“Yes, Honey. Let go.”
“Wait!”
For what I wasn’t sure, but I couldn't get a handle on this. But there was nothing to hold on to when I slid down a slope of pleasure straight into his arms.
He watched my reaction when he stroked across my clit again. I was turning into jelly under his hands, the wetness from his cock calling my own.
Ultimately, it wasn’t even his fingers that tipped me over the edge. It was the unerring and consuming attention on my every need that clenched me on his hand and spread a grin on his face. Flung into the stars, I left my body bowing up on the bed like some sort of acrobat. A Goddsdamned miracle when the pain was always so hard toescape.
“That…” I panted. Did sex make everyone a jibbering idiot? “That wasn't…” I almost said that wasn't right only because it was so far removed from anything that had happened to me before.
“I thought sex was more than just sticking it in?” He looked so pensive, I tried to think clearly. “I did it wrong?”
Did he? I was a mess as if we had actually gone through all that foreplay.
“Not… not wrong, Dec. There's a process, I guess. I’ve never been able to do that without kissing and touching each other first. Then you move to what we just did.” And any resulting orgasm had been a pale imitation of that.
“Oh, another checklist. Well, we can do that next!”
He vibrated above me while my brain startled around the word ‘next’. This was usually the end. If I got here at all, I just rubbed and tugged them into rolling over or even better–leaving for the night. A look of horror came over Declan's face.
“That's not it, right? The books didn't exaggerate,” he gestured to the tomes lining his room. “You can come more than once, right?”
That I had come at all was a fucking revelation, so I wasn't exactly sure how to answer the question.
“In theory,” I said. Never having gotten much further, I was as lost as he was.
“I'll make it up to you! I'll do all the boxes on the checklist.”
And although his kiss was just as sweet as before andhis hands on my breasts sent heat between my legs, Declan was in his head. There was nothing worse than a man trying too hard. I wanted him to enjoy this too.
I grabbed a fistful of his hair and his cock, forcing him to look at me.
“Fuck the checklist. Declan. Do it however you want.”
His wolf smile flashed for just a second before he buried his face in the surplus of my hips. Nibbling his way along my skin, at the bone he found there, with the tip of his teeth. Declan grabbed both sides like they were the Goddess' own handles for fucking. Watching his fingers dimpling my flesh shouldn't have been erotic, but I grew slick all the same.
His tongue slid into the crease between my hip and thigh. There was something about the way the man smothered his face in the part of me I hated the most, like he would absolutely die without it, that had me right on the edge of another orgasm.
“A man could die happy in these hips, Honey.”
It caught me completely off guard. Stiffening my muscles as fire swept up my body and torched my soul. My magic rose along with it, filling the space between us until I tasted the sweet flesh of Sorn Perch.
“Hmmm buttery mashed potatoes. Why can I taste potatoes, Honey?” Declan wrapped his arms around my lower half as he clung to me fiercely.
