of his dick.
He laughs, as I grab the waistband of his jeans, my fingers sliding under the material, exploring his happy trail. I pull him close as I fall back onto the king-size bed, bringing him on top of me.
I scoot up across the mattress, and we kiss again, rough this time, fevered, the kind of kissing that’s a prelude to fucking. “God, it’s all so good,” he hums. “I just can’t stop kissing you.”
“Don’t stop,” I say as my hips roll and I seek his touch.
Our eagerness has its own pulse, and it’s spiking as his lips roam across my face, over my jaw, under my chin. I shudder, my body nothing but a lightning rod for desire.
Wrapping my arms and legs around him, I pant out his name, gasp out swears, murmur my Gods.
It’s all so good, so right.
But I need to get closer.
As close as I can.
I can’t stand it any longer—not fucking him.
Breaking the kiss, I push up on my elbows. He raises his face, looking lust-struck, those brown eyes blazing with heat.
“How are we doing this? I’m so aroused right now, I’ll top, I’ll bottom. Whatever you want,” I say, laying it out there for my guy.
“Both,” he says in a burst of desire. “Let’s fuck each other, babe. I want it all with you. Want to feel everything. Just everything.”
I nod savagely, my throat dry, my body an inferno.
Everything is new again.
Everything is a first.
It’s heady and powerful, this night.
Last time around, the sex felt like the start of my adult life. This feels like the start of the rest of my life.
My heart thunders.
My pulse races, powered by more than the physical. It’s powered by the future I can feel starting to unfold with him.
We scurry off the bed, stripping down to nothing. I’m caught in a blur of lust and pure joy as we undress the rest of the way in seconds. Our clothes hit the floor, and I need a moment to admire the man standing in front of me.
“You look so fucking good,” I growl as I stare at him, eating him up with my eyes, devouring the sight in front of me.
Declan Steele dressed in nothing.
My mouth waters as I gaze at his thick cock, hard, pulsing, a drop of pre-come on the tip like a filthy promise. “Missed you so much,” I tell him as I grip his cock, and my entire body shudders. Hell, my soul trembles as I stroke his throbbing dick. It all feels so right.
“Yes,” he rumbles, his hips rocking into my fist. “Did I ever miss you.”
For a few delirious minutes, I stroke his shaft, cup his balls, and get reacquainted with him in all the best ways.
But soon, that’s not enough. He pushes me back on the white duvet. I scoot up to the pillows as he crawls over me, and it’s the best déjà vu of my life as he stares at me like he’s going to ravage me.
I point to the nightstand. “Drawer. Lube. Now.”
As he reaches to get it, I push down the duvet to the foot of the bed, then lie back on the sheet. He kneels between my legs, spreading my thighs open. “Hello, perfect gorgeous cock I want to worship with my mouth and tongue,” he says to my dick.
I crack up, loving that we can laugh in the middle of all this intensity.
But I stop laughing seconds later, when he drops his lips to my dick. “Your mouth, Deck,” I groan as he sucks the head of my cock, flicks me with his tongue, then licks a long, ravenous stripe up my shaft.
Then down.
And he licks, oh holy hell, does he ever lick.
It’s like a blow job from another world. A blow job from a man obsessed not just with my dick, but with me. He’s worshipping my cock with his mouth, and I have never felt so . . . adored.
“Yessssss,” I rasp as I buck into his mouth, wanting to fuck his throat but wanting him deep in my body too.
I’m aching to feel a brand-new intimacy with him.
“Stop. Want you inside me so badly. I just need to be close to you,” I say, begging, my hands sliding over his shoulders, down his arms.
He lets my dick fall from his mouth, then moves up so he’s kneeling between my thighs. “That’s all I want too.”
Declan pops open the lube and gets me ready, lighting me up as he plays with my ass,