He was kissing me again, his tongue a welcome friend in my mouth, as his hands slowly caressed me from the top of my back down to my ass and up again. His chest pressed against my tingling nipples, the tiny buds stiff and sensitive to the sensation. My gasp of pleasure was muffled in our kiss as he took one nipple between his thumb and forefinger gently rolling it back and forth. I threaded my fingers through his hair, pulling him closer as I pressed more insistently against his body.
His hand released my nipple, sliding along my waist to my hip and eventually stopping at my thigh. He swirled his fingers along my thigh, leaving a trail of heat against my skin. His hand moved inward, his thumb nimbly slipping inside the top of my panties. I stop breathing for a moment, caught in the sensation of his thumb at the top of my pussy. He slid his fingers lower, deeper, opening the folds already slick with wetness and anticipation. I gasped as his thumb found my clit, which was swollen and sensitive to his touch. I arched against the motion, pressing into his thumb as he rubbed with increasing pressure. The sensation rolled through my body like thunder, igniting and electrifying with each touch.
I needed to touch him, to feel him in my hand so I maneuvered just enough to slip my hands inside his boxer briefs where I could reach his cock. A low groan escaped him as I brushed his tip with my fingers before gliding my hand softly down over the hard shaft. His size filled my grip and I want to feel him inside me. I pushed at the sides of his shorts, ready to have him free of any further barriers except my pussy. He stopped long enough to help shuck them off and to the floor before he knelt above me, his hands at the sides of my thong, his eyes locked on mine. His voice was husky with barely restrained desire when he spoke. "Your turn," he said before removing the last bit of clothing between our bodies.
He smiled wickedly as he tossed them over his shoulder and then paused a moment to look at me, his eyes sliding slowly over my body, and I found I enjoyed the sensation more than I thought I would. Declan made me feel sexy and desirable for the first time in a long time and I was more than ready to return the favor.
"Protection?" I asked, and watched as he retrieved a condom from the bedside table, sliding it on with the slightest motion. He clearly has done this a time or two.
Oh I am ready for this. I reached up and pulled his lips back to mine as he pressed his shaft into my entrance. I was tight after such a lackluster past few months with Thad but Declan was slow, testing a bit at a time before finally sliding all the way in and filling me with a fullness I had forgotten. The sensation was heady and intoxicating and oh so hot I nearly cried out from the relief.
He began a slow motion rhythm, sliding almost all the way out before plunging back in to bury himself deep in my heat. My legs wrapped around his body with my heals on each ass cheek, I gently pushed him to go faster, harder, deeper. I clutched at his back, the well-formed muscles hard beneath my hands as he works to comply with my demands.
I could hear my voice in the room, my moans and gasps and "oh my gods" were foreign to my ears. Declan was kissing me again and then pulling back, his face awash in pure pleasure. I watched as his eyes crackled with the heat blazing between our bodies and I knew I had needed this moment for a long time.
I could barely string the words together but I managed to gasp "I want to be on top now." I almost cried out from the sudden emptiness I felt when he pulled free and maneuvered below me while I rolled up onto his belly. I pulled myself onto my knees, lifting slightly to slide back onto his shaft. I balanced my hands on his chest, my breasts hanging heavy above him, just out of the reach of his warm mouth. Declan groaned, his head pressed hard into the pillow, his eyes closed and his hands at my hips, as he guided me up and down with an increasing tempo. We were soon back to climbing towards our mutual climaxes and I was almost out of my mind with pleasure.
My release built with each plunge, my body tensed, and my pussy tightened around him as I fell over the edge into the abyss. I cried out his name, my body racked with wave after wave of pleasure, tingling and twitching, until I thought I would never cum again.
Declan remained as still as he could be, letting me writhe above him. I was lost in the moment and completely undone. I felt him tense and knew his release was only held back by his complete and total focus on the moment. When my body had calmed, I moved just enough to rotate my hips so my pussy swirled around his cock. He groaned again, deep and primal, before he held my hips hard in his hands, pushing deep inside me before finally letting go. His release was as powerful as mine and I could barely keep my balance as he finished. Wow. That was what my life had been missing for sure.
We fell back against the pillows, out of breath and out of the ability to think or talk. Our bodies were slick with sex and sweat as we lay sprawled on top of the tangled sheets satisfied. I could hear Declan's breath and knew my own must have sound just as ragged in the otherwise silent room. My heart pounded against my chest and my head was spinning from the moment of complete abandon.
I'd been lucky to have had some pretty good sex in my life. First, there was Lincoln, my first boyfriend and a dark shadow from my past. He had taught me how to be a woman and sent my young libido into overdrive from the moment we met. A few guys from college, who could leave me feeling mighty fine by the end of a long weekend. And then I had met Thad my last year in law school. He had the experience of a seasoned lover and he was very good at sharing that experience with me. The first months we were together were wild and hot with many a weekend spent never leaving his king sized bed except to get the delivery food we had on speed dial. But none of those lovers had ever left me as satisfied or as turned on as Declan had tonight. This thing between us could get complicated for sure.
Chapter 4
I rolled over, resting my arms on his chest with my chin on my arms and watched him for a time. His dark hair was slightly mussed, as only great sex can leave it. He had one hand tucked behind his head and his other played softly with my hair. His eyes were closed, but a small smile played at the corner of his lips. He looked completely satisfied.
I had only known him a few hours and yet I knew I had never felt this safe or this happy in my life. I was pretty sure it was the sex talking, all those hormones still flooding my body, or maybe the whiskey was still filling my head but I didn't care. I was as cynical as they came, but I knew how to read people and could usually know when things were right. I felt that way now. Again doubt started to creep into the space between the euphoria of an amazing climax and my new found feelings of contentment. I knew I'd better get a few things clear between us.
"Are you awake?" I was not sure exactly what else to say right then.
"Um hmm. I am. Why? Can I help you with something?" His hand slid enticingly down my back. His fingers made my skin explode with goosebumps and I felt a stirring of desire start to grow.
Yes, yes you can I moaned in my head but aloud I said, "Well, I guess I need you to understand a few things. About me. And this, and what happened. Before it gets even more complicated." The lawyer in me never could shut up.
His eyes opened, and he looked at me with a sincere face of concern. His fingers rubbed softly along my cheek. "Okay Reagan. I'm listening."
I sat up a bit and furrowed my brow, trying to find the right words that would be honest yet not send him running or having pity for me. "I don't usually, I mean I'm not exactly a 'one-night stand' kinda girl. Not for many years at least." I smiled and he grinned. "And certainly not since I got married." That last sentence caught his attention as he struggled to sit up.
His face flared with anger. Oh crap. What had I said wrong? "I'm sorry. I must have misheard you because I thought you just said something about being married but that can't be right." His tone had lost all of its softness.
"Technically, I'm separated but yes, in the eyes of the state of Texas, I'm still Mrs. Thaddeus McCallister... "the rest of my sentence trailed off as Declan stood up and yanked on his jeans. He paced for a minute, running his hand through his hair, shaking his head a
nd talking to himself. I was a little scared that I had made a mistake in telling him the truth. I sat up pulling the sheet around me and watched him. Why was he angry?
He stopped, one hand on his hip while the other gestured wildly in the air. "Let me make sure I have this clear. I just fucked another man's wife? I might do some questionable things with my life but I usually draw the line at committing adultery. Call me old fashioned I guess, but this is information I would have liked to have known prior to sleeping with you." His eyes blazed with anger and I wasn't sure what to say. He was so mad and I knew he probably had a right to be upset. I hadn't set out to deceive him but I had and now I had to face the consequences.
I took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. "Let me explain. Thad and I were well on our way to a divorce. The past year, we had tried counseling but nothing seemed to be working. We agreed to give things one more go and were set for a romantic trip this weekend. Except I found him in his office last night, banging the shit out of his 24-year-old law assistant." Declan's eyes shot up at this information and a hint of the earlier compassion I had seen returned.
I shrugged before continuing. "You're right, I'm married but it is more of a technicality than anything and something that will be remedied as soon as possible. I'm sorry if sleeping with me offended your highly developed sense of morals because that wasn't my intention. I thought we were both looking for a good time without strings. I'm sorry if it turned into something vile for you. I can't change the fact I am still married tonight but I don't think it should define this moment either. I think it would be best for everyone if I left now." I slid off the bed and quickly grabbed my clothes. Declan continued to shake his head in disbelief and I hoped I could get dressed and keep the damn tears at bay until I reached my car. I stumbled to the bedroom door without another word.
Before I could make my escape, he stepped up behind me. "Wait, wait. Please stop. Reagan." He held the bedroom door closed with one hand as I struggled to get it open as the tears started to fall. He wrapped his arms around me and nuzzled my hair. "Please don't go. I'm sorry too. I overreacted a bit. Please don't go." He whispered. I allowed him to turn me around until we were face to face. I tried to look anywhere but at him. I had always hated crying in front of men and had spent a lifetime perfecting a tough exterior that prevented it but something about Declan broke through my defensive walls and the tears streamed down my cheeks.
"Reagan, look at me please." I met his eyes. "I'm really sorry I overreacted. I have a real hard time with infidelity in a marriage because my dad cheated on my mom their whole marriage, right up until she died. After seeing how much pain it caused, I always promised myself I wouldn't be involved in a relationship where I could hurt someone that way." He tilted my chin so I had to look into his eyes. The concern I found there was real and I felt worse for having caused him even the slightest pain.
I blinked back a new wave of tears. "I am sorry too Declan. I never meant for my problems to become your problem. I should have told you upfront what my life was like right now. But hell, I didn't plan on sleeping with you after just meeting you so I didn't think that far ahead."
He narrowed his eyes at me. "Are ya sure about that? I mean you practically undressed me at the bar with your eyes and then you almost jumped me in the parking lot so I'm pretty sure you had some plans for the evening." He winked, adding a devilish grin.
I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, Mr. Male Model, you're right. You are too irresistible, especially to an old lady about to get divorced."
He stepped back and looked me up and down. "Old lady? I don't think so. Hot sexy woman. That I will give you."
I smiled as a small blush crept up my cheeks. "Anyway. I wanted to be honest with you now because despite present circumstances, I also believe in fidelity. Especially in marriage." I set my chin in a defiant pose. "I never planned for my life to end up like this."
"Okay then." He leaned in to whisper and his breath was like fire on my ear. "I think we can agree that I didn't fuck Mrs. McCallister tonight. I fucked Reagan. And I think I'd like to fuck her again, if that's okay?" He finished by letting his tongue trace a scorching trail from my ear down my shoulder. I closed my eyes and moaned softly while nodding.
"Yes." I whispered before he swept me into his arms and back to his bed. And we forgot all about Mrs. McCallister and her problems. At least for a little while.
The next morning, over coffee, Declan and I decided maybe we should try this dating thing a bit more past just one night. He asked if we could have a real date and because he was off work that night from the bar, we agreed it was the perfect opportunity to give it a try. He called me a cab and walked me to the door of the car when it arrived. He kissed me again before I climbed in the backseat.
. The cab driver grinned knowingly at me in the rear view mirror but I didn't care. I hadn't felt this good in as long as I could remember. I just smiled back and then looked out the window for the rest of the drive lost in my bliss.
Once home, I called Grace and after getting the much expected lecture about my behavior, told her in brief details the events of the night after she had left. I could tell she thought I wasn't making the best decision but she also was really happy to see I was moving on from Thad and she did her best to be supportive. We agreed to reschedule brunch and I hung up. I needed a shower, some more coffee and a nap. Maybe twenty-seven-year old guys could survive on a few hours sleep but this old lady needed more than that to be functional. I woke up after six and only had about an hour to get ready before Declan was set to arrive. I couldn't wait to see him again.
The doorbell rang just as I finished getting ready. I skipped down the stairs like a teenager. I couldn't remember the last time I had felt this good or free in my life.
I opened the door with a flourish and stopped in my tracks. Would this man ever stop taking my breath away? I hoped not. He was wearing a deep charcoal button down shirt that brought out the gray in his eyes, dark jeans, and a well cut black blazer. He smelled as amazing as the night before, a subtle mix of sandalwood, leather, and musk. God, I could surround myself in his scent all night and never get enough.
"Well hello there." I said gesturing for him to enter.
Instead of stepping inside and past me, he stepped toward me and pulled me in for a kiss. Stepping back he grinned. "Hi. I've wanted to do that all day and it was worth the wait."
I giggled like a teenager as he walked the rest of way inside. I closed the door, sliding the lock into place. "Hey, make yourself at home. I forgot something upstairs. Be right back."
"Sure thing beautiful."
I had reached the top of the stairs when I heard the doorbell ring again. I called down to Declan, "Can you get the door for me?"
"Of course."
I heard Thad's raised voice just as I reached my bedroom door. Oh crap! What was he doing here? I turned and hurried back downstairs just in time to see Declan blocking Thad's entrance to the house.
"Thad, what the hell are you doing here?" I said, my voice filled with anger.
Thad shot an annoyed look at me as if I was in the wrong to even question him. "Why won't my key work in the door Reagan? Last time I checked, my name is still on the mortgage too."
I glared at him as I came to a stop beside Declan. "It won't be for long if I can help it. And I changed the locks. I live here now. You chose to make" I paused seeing Amberly for the first time hovering on the step "other arrangements therefore you have no business bursting in here like you still live here"
His lip lifted in a snarl. "And you choose to hire a door boy to keep me out?" Thad looked at Declan with dismissal. Thad was a blue blood to the core and had little patience for the working class. What the hell had I ever seen in him?
Declan stepped slightly aside until I could face Thad directly. I could tell, in the few short hours I had known him, he was ready to beat the living daylights out of Thad at the slightest invitation from me. I liked having someone else besides Grace in my corner for o
nce. I had to bite back a smile.
I ignored Thad's comment. "I will ask you again, what are you doing here?"
He sighed as if my question was ridiculous. He liked to be condescending to people when they annoyed him. "I came to get some of my things from our bed... from upstairs, of course. What did you think Reagan, I wouldn't need to come by at some point and retrieve my things?"
I crossed my arms and snarled "Hoped was more like it. Fine. You can get your things but I am coming upstairs with you."
Thad turned to Amberly, "I'll be right back darling." His voice was nauseatingly sweet as if he was talking to a child rather than his lover. I rolled my eyes as I followed him up the stairs.
Once inside our room I leaned against the door and watched him gather his stuff. He was precise in his packing as always, carefully folding each piece of clothing before it was placed in his suitcase. At first, I found his neatness a relief, a nice change from my chaotic childhood but the last few years it had come to grate on my nerves. The man was more neurotic about wrinkles than an old lady.
I exhaled loudly, making my annoyance with him as apparent as possible. "Can you try and hurry this along? I have plans for the evening, which you interrupted by arriving without calling first. Something you will not do in the future by the way."
Thad stopped in mid fold and looked at me. I crossed my arms and glared back.
"Plans with Mr. Tattoos downstairs, I assume?" Thad had always found tattoos trashy, thus making them all the more appealing to me. Fuck you and your judgmental ass! I continued to meet his glare.
I kept my tone cold and flat. "That is none of your business anymore."
He snorted in dismissal and resumed folding his things. "Already found someone new have you Reagan and such a unique choice I might add." His tone made it clear exactly what he thought of Declan and his audacity made my blood boil. Thad shook his head as he turned back and finished collecting his things.
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