Another chuckle. But his eyes darkened with hunger at the words and he nodded. “Good point.”
So instead of talking, he put his mouth to use by running kisses down my stomach and to my thighs. My legs quivered when I felt the heat of his breath against the wetness of my sex. He pushed another finger inside of me and then bowed to flick his tongue on my clit.
“Declan,” I gasped.
In response, he pushed my legs open wider. “I’m going to make you come like this and then come again when I’m inside of you. And then…” His eyes flicked to mine and he smiled. “Then I’m going to take you inside and do it again. Until you’re too sore to walk.”
I shivered and closed my eyes. The words alone nearly made me come. And when he put his mouth on me again, my body jerked, barely holding on. He moved his tongue along my slit and then ran it over my clit as it throbbed intensely with the need for release.
Reaching down, I clasped my hands on his shoulders in a death grip. My whole body tightened and then bowed off the chair as I came, pleasure shooting through me in bolts of lightning.
Declan didn’t stop. He continued to torment me with his tongue until I squeezed my fingers. “I can’t—Declan—”
With another gasp of air, he moved so he was inside of me, his impressive length sliding all the way in and filling me full. The movement was so sudden and so intense, it made me come again. I squeezed tight around him as shock waves rolled over me.
“You’re so warm and tight,” Declan said, his body covering mine. “God, Royal…”
He didn’t finish what he was going to say, just started pumping his hips against mine. One sensation ran into the next so I couldn’t tell whether it was an aftershock or he was making me orgasm all over again. My sex throbbed, body tense with arousal, as he continued to thrust in and out.
I was surprised flames didn’t erupt between us, surprised I hadn’t yet gone weak from overuse. How long could he keep this up? And how long before I couldn’t take it anymore?
“Come for me, Declan,” I ordered, shoving my hips against his.
His eyes jerked to mine one second before he came. I saw the emotion there, the pure pleasure, and then felt the release when his arms locked around me. His breath fluttered my hair as panted, his body shuddering with the release.
I held him tight for a long moment, wishing life was always this simple and straight forward. That words came as easily as actions.
Finally, I shifted and murmured, “I can’t move.”
Declan immediately moved to the side to take the weight off of me. “Sorry.”
I gave a weak laugh. “It’s not because of you.” I waved a hand. “Well, yeah, it’s because of you. Not you being on me, but you having an insatiable appetite.”
His lips curved. “An appetite for your body. And your mind. All of you, Royal. I’ll never get sick of it.”
He stood for a moment, giving me a view of his magnificent body, before sitting next to me and pulling me against him. He tucked the robe around my legs and then put his arms around me. I set my cheek on his chest.
At any other moment, I’d be looking at the mountains, watching the fog slither lazily by trees and rocks. But right now, I was so relaxed, so spent, I closed my eyes and snuggled into Declan for warmth.
A million questions raced through my mind, but I couldn’t seem to force myself to say any of them. Like opening my mouth would completely ruin the magic of the moment.
“I thought you were going to take me inside and…” I yawned and then returned my cheek to Declan’s chest. “Make me too sore to walk or whatever.”
His laughter rumbled in his chest. “There will be time for that. I think, right now, I’ll let you rest.”
“I’m just…so relaxed.”
He ran his hand over my hair. “Then relax. We have nowhere else we need to be.”
After another moment, he asked, “Did you get to finish your tour?”
“I did. Your place is beautiful. And it looks like you actually work in your office, which is funny.”
He curled my hair around one of his fingers. “Why is that funny?”
“Because I have no idea how you’d get any work done, with a view like that outside your window. I’d be hopeless. “
“I do have days like that. I get distracted by the view. And in the past, I’d get distracted by thoughts of you too. If you were here all the time, between that and the view, I would definitely not ever get any work done.”
He said it as a joke, but I couldn’t find it in me to smile. I wanted to be here all the time. I wanted more with Declan. But now my doubts were kicking in overtime, and I couldn’t think of anything to say. Every moment we weren’t intimate, the real world kicked in. And in the real world, there were truths I didn’t know.
“Everything okay?” he asked.
I sighed. And then, after debating another long moment, I opened my eyes and flashed him a small smile. “Everything is fine.”
I knew I’d kick myself for it later. That had been my go-to way of dealing with the situation in the past as well. Smile and pretend that everything was fine. I promised myself I’d never do that again with a man, but there was a small part of me that knew it wasn’t realistic anymore. Sometimes certain conversations
