Lifting his head, he admired her beauty. He brushed the backs of his knuckles along her collarbones, down the cleft between her breasts and to her flat stomach. He swirled the tip of his finger around her belly button and the muscles of her belly tightened and trembled. He flattened his palm over her pubic bone, but didn’t make a move to explore any further.
The area between her brows scrunched. “Declan,” she whimpered.
“What, sweetheart? Tell me?” He could smell her musk as it mingled with the chocolate. The tangy scent of arousal teased his nostrils, making him harder and hungrier. She seeped into his bloodstream, like a raging storm. He wanted to take things slow and yet he longed to drive his body into hers. “Bella?” he demanded.
“Please, put out this fire inside of me.”
“This must go.” He clutched the thin baby doll in his fist and in one, swift pull, the seams burst and ripped as he dragged the material away. He sucked in a ragged breath at seeing her naked splendor spread out before him—like a buffet of intoxicating pleasure. Pushing her knees apart, he admired her bare pussy, the glistening pink lips that trembled in awakening. He pressed the heel of his hand against her clit and she spread her legs wider. With a growl, he slid his hand lower, pleased that she was hot and moist, ready for him.
A remaining sliver of control remained. How could he keep his feelings at bay? After thirty days, he would grant her the divorce. But was that what he wanted?
Her hips came up off the bed, bucking against his hand, reminding him that he was defenseless against her and the powerful need driving through him. She rocked his world.
“I’ve missed this, baby. Missed us.” He blinked. Had he truly just confessed those words? He half expected her to laugh, but instead she brought her hand up and cupped his cheek, her palm warm.
Their gazes connected. “I have also.”
His heart twisted. He hadn’t expected that revelation but he felt like less of a fool somehow. He leaned in closer, sliding his hand under her bottom and lifting her hips while he slid his fingers into the crevice of her wet pussy, parting the delicate lips, inhaling the spellbinding scent. Her hand dropped to her side, clutching the sheet between her fingers. He tapped the pad of his finger against her clit, lightly, and her writhing told him that he was heading the right direction. The fleshy head swelled under his touch and her breathing became labored.
Leaning back, withdrawing his touch, her eyes came open. “Declan?” There was a pleading tone to her voice.
“You like me touching your pussy?” He forced the words through his raw throat.
“Yes! Please! Don’t stop!” she pleaded.
He smiled and brought his hand to the seam again, this time using more pressure, circling the tip of his finger around her clit and sliding his thumb inside of her giving her double action. Her cheeks were flushed and her lips parted. “Ash?” She looked at him, her gaze dazzling with desire. “I need to know. It’s killing me. Who has touched you?” He was at a cross between needing the answer and knowing he’d suffer greatly having the truth.
“No man has touched me.”
He paused, coming to grips with her words. “You haven’t…?”
She shook her head against the pillow as she looked up at him with a tender gaze. He’d been her first, her last…not possible. Not with a beautiful, smart woman like Ash. He wanted to question her, but his throat tightened. He continued to play with her secret spot, while penetrating her tight body. “This pussy is made for a man’s touch—my touch.”
“Yes,” she whimpered.
Declan watched her inner thighs quiver, her pussy lips glisten with need as he drew her closer to orgasm. Her knees came together as if she wanted to cling to safe ground a second longer, but he pushed her legs wide and she moaned. Her coiled muscles tightened around his finger.
He watched her, pleasure spreading over her features. It all amazed him, held him in a trance-like state of mind.
“I-I shouldn’t feel this good. Why can’t I fight it?” her words were like a truck speeding through the silence of the room.
He stopped the rhythmic pattern of his hand. “Because you’re with me.” he groaned.
“Because I can’t just give a little with you,” she admitted. “I can’t hold back.”
“Do you wish for me to stop?” Stopping now would be like getting punched in the gut, but if she wanted him too, he would without hesitation. He only wanted her if she was one-hundred percent ready and willing. Although her body screamed for release, he didn’t know if her heart spoke the same words.
“No. Don’t leave me here stranded.”
Holding her gaze, her bottom lip trembled and he knew then he wanted to keep her safe, protect her, take care of her. But would she let him? She was one of the most independent women he knew.
Brushing his knuckles along her delicate cheekbone, he thrust two fingers into her quivering pussy and rolled his finger around her clit. Her cries slipped from her parted lips and he hovered over her, taking in the beautiful sight of her loveliness before covering her mouth with his.
He sipped at her, soaking her in, dipping his tongue inside to taste her. He couldn’t get enough of her. Her juices thickened, liquid velvet pouring over his fingers. He paid special attention to her breathing, watching her reaction and every change in her body as she surrendered to release. He loved holding her, feeling her writhe under him, meowing in pleasure.
She stilled. Her knees jerked and she exhaled a long breath. A telltale glow washed over her alabaster skin and her arms came around his neck as she clung to him. Gentle rocking of her body was followed by a tensing before she eased back into the sheet.
Her nails nicked his back, her eyes pleading as she looked up at him. “Please, Declan. I want you.”
How could he have resisted? He couldn’t. Simple fact. Then he remembered he wasn’t quite prepared. “Ash, are you on the pill?”
She blinked. He could see she was wrapping his question around her sedated mind. “No.”
“I’ll be right back.”
*****
Ash leaned onto her elbow, her body still shaking from the after effects of the orgasm, watching him leave the room. Would he return? The waiting time seemed like eternity while lying there, naked and covered in a rosy hue of pleasure.
She dropped back onto the bed and sighed. She looked at the tray and the cake and smiled. She’d never had a man lick chocolate off her body before. That was a new one for them.
She heard his footsteps before he appeared in the doorway. As vulnerability reared its head, she reached for the sheet to cover her nudity, but he gave his head a quick shake. “Don’t do that, bella. Never hide that beautiful body from me.” His soft voice sent tremors through her and she pushed the sheet aside.
Although she realized she was caught in her husband’s snare, she didn’t want to resist him, or the desire. Once he was next to the bed, she spotted the foil package in his hand. He placed it on the bedside table. He also removed the platter from the bed. “Undress me.” His command was more of a wish than a demand.
Lifting to her knees, she scooted closer to where he stood next to the bed. Her fingers were trembling as she settled them on the button of his starched shirt. She breathed in his citrusy scent and it made her dizzy—in a very good way. She concentrated on easing the next button from its hole, but his eyes were on her, silently questioning her, burrowing deep into her soul. His pensive eyes stirred her insides and her blood warmed. He stood there, his shoulders broad, his legs wide and he wreaked of masculinity, strength and confidence. She had to admit, she loved all those characteristics. Love the power that exuded from him.
Finally, the shirt was unbuttoned and she freed the tail from his pants, helping him to slip it from his shoulders. The shirt fell to his feet, forgotten.
Then came his pants. Anticipation slithered through her at a honeyed crawl. She reached for the button and unhooked it, then slowly eased the zipper down. The black slacks easily slipped fro
m his slender hips along with the pale blue silk boxers. His body was hard and erect, massive, just as she remembered his male beauty.
Her heart pounded hard inside of her chest as she scrambled to breathe in and out. She sucked in a purifying breath, trying to recover from the dizzying effects he created within her. He knocked her equilibrium for a loop and caused defying emotions to grip her nerve endings.
No man had ever made her feel any of these things and she wanted to rationalize her emotions. Was it his power? His good looks? His wealth?
Maybe just him, and their unsounded connection.
She was captivated by the need rushing through her as she stared at his erection, wide with a purplish head. She willed her body to stop quivering. She skimmed her eyes to his face, his eyes were a shade darker and his chest rose and fell.
He slipped his hands into her hair, bracing her as he lowered, his gaze connected with hers. “I want to make sweet love to you. You hypnotize me, Ash,” he whispered.
Her blood flamed and when he kissed her, she opened up to him and moaned when he sucked her lower lip. “I want to nibble on this lip, like you do when you’re nervous.” He smiled and her heart tugged. “Can I make love to you?”
“Yes,” she whimpered. His expression was one of great satisfaction as he eased her back onto the bed and joined her. The heat from his body warmed her but her nipples responded by tightening and goosebumps splattered across her skin. She slipped her fingers into his thick hair, fading the last remnants of the neat style he wore earlier. His eyes were dazzling, confident, sexy. His jawline was covered in dark scruff and she couldn’t resist. She brushed her palm along the hair peppered skin, loving the feel of it against her fingers.
Her blood pumped fast through her veins, desire thick and hot between her legs. He evoked such strong feelings. Did he have the slightest clue what he did to her?
As if he could see straight into her thoughts, he said, “If only you knew how much I want you.” He gently smoothed his fingers down her cheek.
“I want you too.”
“Do you have any idea how much I want to possess you? Not in a suffocating way, but to know that you are mine and only mine.”
The muscles inside of her stomach quivered. The deepest, darkest places of her soul awakened. The pain was bittersweet and almost unbearable that she could almost cry. To want something—someone—so badly that she felt out of control. It was amazing, breathtaking and it scared her. She wanted to close her eyes and let sensuality take power, but she had to watch him. Wanted to see every line, every masculine curve of his expression.
He kissed her again, his lips urgent and demanding, authoritative and intoxicating. His hands were on her breasts, tweaking her nipples, tugging at the pearly nubs. He planted kisses on her cheeks, her chin, down along her neck and licked the cleft between her breasts. “You are a heady mix of chocolate and cotton candy.”
She flushed from roots to toes. Oh, for heaven’s sake. She was nothing but a sack of bones under him. She was his for the taking. A sacrificial offering.
“I love the feel of your skin and hair.” He entwined his fingers through the mass, sending it in a silken cascade down the pillow and over her shoulder. Then he kissed her again, more demanding, coaxing her lips open wide so he could suckle her tongue. It was an intoxicating feeling. He slipped his arms under her waist and drew her closer, lovingly. She felt his hard length against her stomach and a revealing wetness across her skin. He was ready too. Would he put them both out of their misery…?
He rolled his fingers upward on her spine, playing each vertebra like a piano key until he reached the cord of her neck. He gave her a quick massage, easing his long, capable fingers on her quivering muscles then sliding his hand into her hair. The other hand slipped down to clutch her bottom, gripping the muscle, gently squeezing as if testing the firmness.
She moaned against his mouth, hardly able to contain her need for him. She wanted him more than her next breath. Gripping his thick biceps, she squeezed and tested too.
He used his body to press her against the soft sheets. She thought he was going to shift and enter her, but instead he bent on his knees and lowered his mouth to her stomach. He dipped his tongue into her navel, swirling the tip inside of the passage and she jerked.
“Oh…my…” the words slipped from her lips. Such a simple act could be compared to a tornado within her. His hands glided to her inner thighs, parting them, then he found her core. She couldn’t breathe and she was afraid she’d pass out. He brought his head up, meeting her gaze as he licked his lips. His fingers were at her seam, easing her lips open so he could explore her further.
“Your smell, it should be bottled and sold for millions.” A look of pure gratification covered his face and she practically came off the bed. She’d never wanted oral pleasure more in her life.
He kissed her hip, licked the skin of her inner thigh, kissing his way down her leg, her ankle until he reached her foot. She watched, her breath stilling in her lungs as he slowly unstrapped her heel. His gaze held onto hers in a mesmerizing trance, and then he pulled off the shoe, dropping it. He lifted her foot and brushed the tips of his fingers down the instep and involuntarily she lurched. He held her tight and she wasn’t going anywhere. He then kissed her arch followed by a teasing lick. She whimpered and quivered under him. He gently nibbled, sucked, then nibbled more. Fuck! She felt the feeling all the way up into her core. She grabbed the sheets and clutched the material as his soft chuckle echoed off the walls.
He dropped her foot. Thank God.
His sweet, blissful torture continued with the other foot. After the heel was gone, he licked, suckled and nibbled until her toes curled.
“I love your body. Love your scent, your taste. You’re an aphrodisiac to a man’s soul, bella.”
His words were so erotic, spinning a tale of romance inside of her heart.
“If no man has pleasured you, then you’ve done it for yourself. Right?”
Her cheeks warmed. She couldn’t deny him the truth. “Yes.”
“What do you fantasize about when you touch yourself?” His husky words tranquilized her.
Resisting him was not an option. “A man’s touch. Strong arms holding me. You holding me.”
He inhaled sharply. “I want to see you touch yourself, like you were last night.”
She gave her head a quick shake. “I want you to touch me. Nothing feels as good.”
“You’ll have me soon enough. I promise. For now, I want to refresh the image of how you pleasure your body, remember the passion kissing your expression.”
Demurely, she brought her fingers to her slick core, aware of his watchful eye. She closed her eyes as she moved her fingers lightly over the seam, finding her swollen, achy clit. Rolling her fingers around the bundle of nerves, tingles gathered and pulsated. Already at a heightened sense, it didn’t take long before she felt the familiar spasms take root in her low belly and grow through her breast, further into her chest.
His mouth joined her fingers, tongue and finger moving together rhythmically, simultaneously across her pussy lips.
He slid up, his eyes glistening and his mouth moist. “Damn, I have to have you now.”
He grabbed her hand and dragged it away, a deep, desperate moan escaping from deep within his chest. The ripping of the condom package was loud as he quickly rolled the protection into place then he was hovering above her, using his knee to part her legs wide. He positioned the head of his erection at her entrance then eased his body into hers.
It had been a while and her muscles were tight. He slowed, allowing their bodies to unite, letting her body adapt to his size as her muscles expanded. He was still watching her, blazing irises, mouth parted. Their pants of breath mingled, becoming one.
He stopped, his body tight. “Damn, it’s hard to move. You feel that damn good.”
After a moment of immobility, he began to move again, easing in and out, his thrusts becoming faster. She cried out and he
slammed into her. She bucked her hips against his, her clit getting a complimentary tickle of his pubic bone. She met his lunges and he kissed her, dragging her tongue into his mouth. The rubber band inside of her was growing tauter and the feeling heavier. Her thoughts were scattered, her mind blanketed by the mountain of feeling…she wanted to give in to the sensation…the fire-igniting passion.
She brought her knees up along his sides and he braced her steady. The spasms worked through her, intense, and within seconds she splintered into a million glowing pieces of heaven. Then his body tensed, followed by a desperate groan. His head reared back and she knew he had found bliss. Seconds later, he dropped to her, his body relaxing.
When his breathing returned to normal, he rolled to her side, but kept her close.
CHAPTER FOURTEEN
“Come with me.” He took her hand and led her into the bathroom. He turned on the water to the bathtub, searched the bottles on the tub and found bath oil. He added it to the water, then turned back to her. He got his fill of her beautiful body before helping her into the water. “I’ve sullied you so now I must clean you,” he said.
She stepped into the tub. “Are you joining me?”
“Yes, bella. Is the water too hot?”
“No, it’s perfect.” She settled into the water, closed her eyes and moaned in delight. “This feels good.”
He remembered the last time she’d taken a bath and how he’d brought her to orgasm and his cock jerked. Behave yourself.
Once the water was up to her waist, he joined her, thankful that the tub was big enough for his six-foot height and for Ash also. Whomever designed this bathroom certainly did think ahead.
She was right. The water was perfect. He eased back against the tub, the water splashed around his chest, and over the edge to splatter on the floor. “Come lean against me, sweetheart, so that I can wash your hair.”
She did as he requested, nestling against his chest, her bottom seated between his thighs. His cock was certainly agreeable to taking a bath with her. After the amazing orgasm, he shouldn’t be this ready again, but his body was on automatic pilot.
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