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never wanted anything more than I wanted him at that moment. I didn’t think I could verbalize much more.
That was Declan’s powerful effect on me. Intellectual thoughts were a luxury I no longer possessed. I could only conceive thoughts of him. I craved, needed, and desired only him. The overpowering ache that beat within me was one that only he could satisfy. All thoughts were of him; his power, his stance, his jaw against me, and his tattoos underneath my gripping fingertips. I wanted to see him and feel him— naked.
“You want me, baby?” his teasing mouth was against my throat. He was aware he was pushing me over the edge, and the knowledge intoxicated him.
I gathered all my courage and pushed my school girl modesty aside. He had caused the woman in me to surface, and she was screaming to have her say, but it came out as a hoarse plea.
“I want you—naked—inside me—taking me.” TTTT
“Yes, my beautiful girl,” he spoke low and rough into my ear. “I’ve waited patiently to give you what you want. Now, tell me what you need .”
He knew me; knew that I hadn’t let go of my “good girl” mindset. He wanted me to let go of all thought and give in to what he could make me feel . I finally understood what he was asking of me…to completely let go, and give it all to him .
I fisted his hair with my hands and pulled him to me. I released any reservations, telling him the words I had been too afraid to say.
“Make love to me, Declan. Make me forget my name, while you make me scream yours…”
He growled in satisfaction. It was a deep, carnal, animalistic sound. I knew it was what he’d waited long and patiently to hear. He made me know that he wanted me enough to wait for me to be ready, and that made me want him all the more.
He released me for a brief moment, giving me a hard stare and said, “I love a woman who knows what she wants.”
All passion carefully held for the past weeks broke loose in the firm hands holding, feeling, and gripping me. Declan began to claim what he had been patiently waiting for. His tongue entered my mouth, and I forgot everything except the sensation of the powerful, silk thrusts that invaded and claimed me. He lifted my legs up and placed them around his waist. That was how he carried me upstairs. He laid me down in his huge, delicious bed. As he removed my clothing, he allowed my hands free access, and I removed his. I explored what I had longed to touch. He took control, but he was attentive to every need my body longed and cried out for. His hands, lips, and tongue were equally talented, and he tortured and tantalized my body.
For months we had stopped when he could feel my reservations. The graduation of our relationship had been sensual and left me longing with an immediate desire, but a reality for patience. He told me that he knew I was a “relationship girl”, and I wanted to see where we were heading. I couldn’t have prepared for the orgasmic and emotional experience that I was now feeling. The ownership that I had felt with the thrusts of Declan’s tongue, he now mirrored in the same delicious propulsions with which he was claiming my body. The luscious and swirled patterns he used to massage my shoulder, he was using in a creative way with his thumb as he stroked me. He filled my body to full with his. He left no part of me untouched by his lovemaking. Tempting and talented he branded me with his mouth, his tongue, and his sex. Goose bumps formed on my skin, though I was flushed all over. My breasts had become so full and tight that they were woefully painful with desire for his touch. I was warmed and chilled simultaneously with his sensuous skills. He relentlessly stroked, thrust, and claimed, formally announcing that I was no longer the possessor of my body and soul. He had declared me as his with his love making, of that I was certain. He claimed my heart. I so much as told him so with each labored breath…
…and a torrent of
That was Declan’s powerful effect on me. Intellectual thoughts were a luxury I no longer possessed. I could only conceive thoughts of him. I craved, needed, and desired only him. The overpowering ache that beat within me was one that only he could satisfy. All thoughts were of him; his power, his stance, his jaw against me, and his tattoos underneath my gripping fingertips. I wanted to see him and feel him— naked.
“You want me, baby?” his teasing mouth was against my throat. He was aware he was pushing me over the edge, and the knowledge intoxicated him.
I gathered all my courage and pushed my school girl modesty aside. He had caused the woman in me to surface, and she was screaming to have her say, but it came out as a hoarse plea.
“I want you—naked—inside me—taking me.” TTTT
“Yes, my beautiful girl,” he spoke low and rough into my ear. “I’ve waited patiently to give you what you want. Now, tell me what you need .”
He knew me; knew that I hadn’t let go of my “good girl” mindset. He wanted me to let go of all thought and give in to what he could make me feel . I finally understood what he was asking of me…to completely let go, and give it all to him .
I fisted his hair with my hands and pulled him to me. I released any reservations, telling him the words I had been too afraid to say.
“Make love to me, Declan. Make me forget my name, while you make me scream yours…”
He growled in satisfaction. It was a deep, carnal, animalistic sound. I knew it was what he’d waited long and patiently to hear. He made me know that he wanted me enough to wait for me to be ready, and that made me want him all the more.
He released me for a brief moment, giving me a hard stare and said, “I love a woman who knows what she wants.”
All passion carefully held for the past weeks broke loose in the firm hands holding, feeling, and gripping me. Declan began to claim what he had been patiently waiting for. His tongue entered my mouth, and I forgot everything except the sensation of the powerful, silk thrusts that invaded and claimed me. He lifted my legs up and placed them around his waist. That was how he carried me upstairs. He laid me down in his huge, delicious bed. As he removed my clothing, he allowed my hands free access, and I removed his. I explored what I had longed to touch. He took control, but he was attentive to every need my body longed and cried out for. His hands, lips, and tongue were equally talented, and he tortured and tantalized my body.
For months we had stopped when he could feel my reservations. The graduation of our relationship had been sensual and left me longing with an immediate desire, but a reality for patience. He told me that he knew I was a “relationship girl”, and I wanted to see where we were heading. I couldn’t have prepared for the orgasmic and emotional experience that I was now feeling. The ownership that I had felt with the thrusts of Declan’s tongue, he now mirrored in the same delicious propulsions with which he was claiming my body. The luscious and swirled patterns he used to massage my shoulder, he was using in a creative way with his thumb as he stroked me. He filled my body to full with his. He left no part of me untouched by his lovemaking. Tempting and talented he branded me with his mouth, his tongue, and his sex. Goose bumps formed on my skin, though I was flushed all over. My breasts had become so full and tight that they were woefully painful with desire for his touch. I was warmed and chilled simultaneously with his sensuous skills. He relentlessly stroked, thrust, and claimed, formally announcing that I was no longer the possessor of my body and soul. He had declared me as his with his love making, of that I was certain. He claimed my heart. I so much as told him so with each labored breath…
…and a torrent of
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