Declan

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I looked at Grace a moment, trying to buy myself some time to let her words penetrate my brain.

And when they did, when I looked at her and saw that she meant what she said, I was lost.

I kissed her again, this time firmly, releasing a harsh breath against her lips before I went to work.

I wasted no time running my hands up her stomach to cup her breasts.

They weren’t overly large, but filled my hands nicely with their plump weight, and curious as to how she’d respond as I squeezed them, kneaded harder than I would have dared before she’d said what she just had.

I kept a close eye on her, looking for any reaction.

I saw one, but not the one that I had been expecting.

It seemed the harder I squeezed, the more gruffly I treated her nipples, the deeper and breathier her moans became.

It was almost enough to be my undoing, because my cock was steel hard and leaking.

I wanted inside of her badly, more badly than my next breath, but still, I held off.

I had dreamed of this moment for so very long that I wanted to treasure it, and though I didn’t know if once would ever be enough of Grace, I knew that I had her here, now, and I would make the best of that.

I squeezed her breasts one more time and then quickly peeled her shirt and bra off her body.

I didn’t pause to look at her, knowing I would get distracted and instead made the same quick work of her pants and panties.

When she was fully bare I took her in.

Started at her trim ankles, smooth calves, full thighs that would cradle my hips perfectly. Up the womanly round of her stomach to her full, high, dark-tipped breasts.

I wanted to taste her, and so I did.

I lowered my head down to capture one of her tight buds between my lips and at the same time, buried my hand between her thighs.

Her pussy was dripping, her hair matted from the essence that coated her most delicate skin.

I stroked her slit softly, tracing my finger up and then down, with just a featherlight touch.

At the same time I sucked hard on her nipple, circled her areola with my tongue and then sucked again, adding a little sting of teeth.

The more I touched her, the wetter she got. I kept going, and Grace reached for me, gripping my shoulders tight.

“You like that?” I asked, after releasing her breast and staring at the shiny tip.

Then I looked at her face, saw that her eyes were closed, her head slightly tilted back.

“Grace,” I said, my voice firm enough to cut through the haze.

She lifted her lids quickly, but I could see that heavy, languid expression in her eyes.

“I asked you a question,” I said firmly, stopping the movement of my finger to prove my point.

“What?” she asked, seeming confused.

“You like that, don’t you?” I asked.

Grace looked at me, and I studied her face for any sign of embarrassment.

I saw none.

All I saw was pure, unadulterated bliss.

“Yes,” she finally whispered. “Very much.”

I smiled, though I didn’t allow the expression to linger.

I was too intent on what I was doing, what I knew would come next.

“Then you’ll like what I have in store for you,” I said.

She shivered, maybe out of anticipation, desire, maybe both.

I walked back and kicked out of my shoes and pulled my shirt over my head.

I looked at Grace as she took in my body, her gaze practically scalding me.

I wasn’t a vain person, but seeing her look at me and so clearly appreciating what she saw, was something that I liked.

“Grace,” I said when I came to stand in front of her.

She looked up at me with those full, heavy-lidded eyes again.

“Declan,” she said.

“I haven’t been with anyone since the day I saw you,” I confessed.

That seemed to get her attention and she looked at me wide-eyed, blinked.

“Saw me when?” she asked.

“You know when,” I responded.

“That first day, when I wandered into the pub?” she said.

I nodded curtly, and I watched the play of emotion on her face as she processed my words.

“You—” She broke off and then started again. “Five years?”

I nodded. “Five fucking years. I haven’t touched anyone else, because I didn’t want anyone else. Just you,” I said.

That kind of confession should have made me feel exposed, embarrassed, but it didn’t. I wanted Grace to know how much I desired her. Wanted her to know that this was real.

She looked at me a moment, then smiled, the expression lighting her whole face and giving her sexiness an ethereal feel that made my heart pound.

“Then have me,” she whispered.

I didn’t need to be told twice.

The next breath I lifted her and walked her to her bedroom.

I didn’t pause long enough to really study the furnishings, but it seemed simply decorated like the rest of the house, though definitely more lived in.

I wasted no time tossing her on the bed and then crawling atop her.

She was perfect underneath me, her full curves providing the perfect cushion.

She had latched her knees at my hips and she looked down between us.

“You’re wearing your jeans,” she said.

“If I take them off, I won’t last five seconds before my dick was deep inside you,” I said.

“That’s right where I want you to be,” she tossed back.

Those words, Grace’s body under mine, were more than enough.

I left her long enough to rid myself of the jeans, something that was far harder than it should’ve been.

But once I was free, my cock sprang out, fully erect, precum spilling from me freely.

Grace moaned as she looked at me, and that sound made it impossible for me to do anything but move.

In two swift motions, I lay between her thighs and thrust inside her, filling her in one stroke.

She stiffened, let out a strangled cry that drifted into a moan.

I did much the same, my body tense as I tried to stave off the orgasm that threatened, wondered if that would be possible with Grace’s tight, wet heat pulsating around me.

She felt so good, far better than I had imagined.

I should have felt like an ass for not taking more time to prepare her better, but this feeling was indescribable, something I could no longer deny myself, and I shivered with the depth of it.

I lifted myself on my elbows, then looked down between our bodies.

The room was dim, but still light enough that I could see the place where we were joined.

I pulled out a fraction, pushed back in, the sight of my cock disappearing into her body almost sending me over the edge.

She clung to my shoulders, her fingers curving until her nails pierced my back.

I pulled out further this time, about halfway, and then plunged again.

And then froze when a realization hit me.

“Fuck,” I said as I scrambled to pull away.

Grace tightened her ankles around my waist, stilling me.

“What is it?” she asked, her voice tight with unleashed passion.

“I’m not wearing anything,” I whispered.

I’d never been so far gone that I forgot a condom, but then I had never had Grace.

She looked at me softly, then kissed me even more softly.

“I’m on the pill. And I haven’t been with anyone for a long time. Even before I met you,” she said.

I stared at her, wondering what I had done to deserve this but then didn’t think about it. Instead I gave in, thrust into her hard, fast, so fast that her breasts jiggled and the dull thud of our pubic bones hitting filled the room.

Grace met me thrust for thrust, arching against me, clamping her pussy down tight around me.

“Gracie,” I said on a low moan. Her only response was to clench harder, locking down on me like a vise.

I wouldn’t hold out long, so I reached between our bodies and stroked her clit, smiling in satisfaction when she arched her back and moaned out.

“Come with me,” I commanded.

I punctuated the command with a twist of her clit.

Grace came undone.

She clamped down on me again, harder than she ever had before. I felt the fire building in the base of my spine and as she crested through her climax, I came, emptying stream after stream of cum into her.

I kept thrusting for as long as I could, until the sensations that still reverberated through my body became too much.

And I collapsed atop her, I lay there for a moment before shifting my weight.

I pulled Grace close to me, then looked down at her face, the sated contentment I saw there the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

I stayed awake long enough to kiss her, then wrapped my arms around her, pulled her close, and drifted off.