Page 33 of Declan (Gold Team #5)

My cock was going to explode from rolling a condom on.

Good Christ, I didn’t know what was better, the taste of Autumn’s orgasm on my tongue, her body laid out before me with her legs spread open, or the look in her eyes.

Her eyes. Fucking, hell. It was the trust in her eyes.

I dropped down, keeping one hand planted on the mattress to support my weight, and held her gaze.

“This okay?”

“Yes.” Her voice cracked and I hesitated.

“You control this. Doesn’t matter we’re here, you need me to stop, we stop. You need to be on top, you tell me.”

“I want this.”

“You trust me?”

“Yes.”

Quick, strong, sure.

“Then wrap your arms around me.”

I went down on my elbow giving her some of my weight and her hands went to my sides, then around, and glided over my back.

Fucking, fucking , hell .

Incredible .

Slowly, she moved her palms up and down, timid at first, then she gained confidence and continued to retrace her path.

“More?” I asked.

“Yes.”

My hand went to her hip, slid up over her ribs. I stroked under her breast and waited.

“More,” she mewed, and my thumb glided over her nipple.

If I’d been in my right mind, I would’ve noted how she’d arched into my touch, but I wasn’t thinking. I was lost in the feel of her hands on my back. I was so far gone, her soft skin barely registered.

Autumn Pierce owned me.

And the realization that I wanted this for the rest of my life unleashed some deep emotion I’d locked away. The need to belong, desperation, hope, promise. I never thought I’d yearn for someone’s touch. Never thought I’d lose myself in the beauty of the sensation.

This was enough. This feeling, the connection just from having her hands on me, the awareness that I didn’t care if she called it quits right now and my cock was left aching.

I didn’t care if I had to wait fifty years before she was ready.

As long as she was next to me, that was all I needed.

I would do anything to keep her, anything to go to sleep next to her and wake up the same.

“Declan, more.”

Breathy, needy, fucking beautiful.

I held her eyes and settled my hips between her legs and nothing but desire stared back at me.

“You’re so pretty, baby,” I rasped. “So beautiful, you take my breath.”

“Thank you.” Her startled response gave me pause.

“Not feeding you BS, Autumn, you’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever laid eyes on. Never seen eyes as pretty as yours. You got a great ass, your tits are perfection, but, baby, those eyes. Fuck, they turn me inside out. When you look at me and they melt, I swear nothing feels better.”

And there it was, her beautiful green eyes melted. My hand moved between us, I fisted my cock, guided it to her opening, the head touched her pussy, and I gritted my teeth.

Slow , I reminded myself and squeezed the base of my cock.

“More?”

“Come inside.”

I pushed in, pulled out slowly, feeding her more with each stroke. Autumn’s hips tilted and she groaned.

“Wrap your legs around me, baby, hold on tight.”

Her thighs pressed to my sides, her arms grew tight, and her eyes went hooded.

Fucking beautiful .

“You make me feel safe,” she whispered, and my heart exploded.

Good Christ .

I groaned and she took more of me.

“You make me feel beautiful.”

Her heels dug into my ass, and her hand drifted up my spine, over my shoulders, and into my hair. She didn’t fist it or pull, she glided her fingers through the strands. I lowered my mouth to hers, licked her bottom lip, and she opened for me.

Fucking, fucking , hell .

The kiss was deep and wild, my strokes were controlled and gentle. Conflicting emotions raged inside me, a battle, a war. My blood heated, my heart pounded, my need for her grew. Straight up emotional need, connection down to my soul.

Her body under mine trembled, she fought to take more of me, urging me deeper with each shallow stroke. She tightened her legs.

Perfect .

I broke the kiss, needing to see her face, needing to see her eyes. I slowly gave her more until I was as deep as I could go, yet I still pushed deeper.

“Declan.”

Fucking Christ, I loved the way she breathed my name, but when she said it with a desire-filled hitch, it was better.

“Thank you for making me safe. Thank you for giving me this.”

I was wrong, that was better than hearing her say my name. So much fucking better, I struggled to catch my breath.

“You’re killing me, baby,” I grunted.

As gently as I could manage with a maelstrom of emotions running through me, I rocked into her, ignoring the way her pussy hugged my cock, deliberately not thinking about how hot, wet, and sleek she was.

“Faster, Dec.”

Fucking hell .

“Slow, baby, I want to show you how much I appreciate the gift you’re giving me.”

“It’s you who’s giving me a gift,” she corrected.

“You’re wrong. There’s nothing I can ever give you that would mean more than what you’re giving me. Your body, your trust, your emotions—all of you. Just feel with me.”

“More,” she moaned.

“Baby—”

“More weight, Dec. I wanna feel you everywhere. Just you. Only you.”

Jesus fuck .

I lowered down farther and her arms tightened, her fingertips trailed down my back, then her nails scored my skin as she continued to roam. Pain and pleasure mixed, but Autumn’s eyes never left mine as she explored. She didn’t stop, she didn’t rush, she just continued .

I wanted to howl in satisfaction, revel in the beauty she was giving me, groan in pleasure. Everything that had been taken from her and she still had it in her to give me this.

Give it to us.

Goddamn beautiful.

“I need more,” she whispered, and I adjusted the angle and thrust harder. “Yes.”

I reached back, grabbed her arm, found her hand, laced our fingers together, brought her knuckles to my mouth and kissed them. I guided our combined hands to the mattress and rested them by her head.

“This okay?”

“Yes,” she moaned and arched into me.

My eyes moved over her face, drinking in the sight of her, the blush on her cheeks, the way her lips parted. I took in the sexy sounds she made and I could no longer ignore the constant throbbing in my cock.

“Can you take more?”

“Yes. So close.”

“Thank Christ,” I growled and drove in.

Autumn’s breath whooshed out with the force of my drives. Her pussy convulsed and our groans mingled.

“So good, honey,” she panted and my chest tightened.

“Gonna take you harder,” I warned.

Her hand squeezed mine and she lifted her hips to meet my thrusts and I was beyond control. She’d taken it. She owned it. She owned all of me.

“So fucking beautiful,” I groaned. “All of you, baby. The way you hold on. Your pussy strangling my cock. So damn wet. Your hands on me. Your face. Your gorgeous eyes. Fucking Christ, Autumn, I can’t get deep enough, I wanna lose myself in you.

Everywhere, I feel you everywhere, and it’s so beautiful, so good I can’t get enough. ”

“Declan,” she moaned, then her body locked tight and my jaw clenched as her orgasm broke and her pussy pulsed around my cock.

“So goddamn good, baby.”

I rocked harder, then planted as deep as I could get, which wasn’t deep enough because I wanted to consume her, wanted to fuse us together, wanted more, deeper. But with no farther to go, I dipped my head, took her mouth, and groaned my orgasm down her throat as I emptied myself inside of her.

Fucking, fucking , hell.

Autumn’s tongue tangled with mine as she mewed her pleasure. When the tremors stopped and I regained the use of my body, I slowly started moving inside of her, not wanting to lose our connection. I ended the kiss but kept moving.

“Eyes open and on me,” I demanded.

“I’m with you,” she panted.

She had no idea how true her words were.

“Yeah, baby, you are.”

She lifted her head, pressed her lips to my throat.

“Thank you,” she whispered.

Her mouth roamed my neck, my weight pressed against her chest, a position of vulnerability. Yet another gift she was giving me.

If I was waiting for the guilt to come, it never did. I had the arms of my woman wrapped around me, she felt safe and cared for, and for once in my miserable life, I felt totally at peace.

I couldn’t take it. I shoved my face in her throat, her head hit the pillow, and I pressed into her.

All of my weight.

All of me.

Her limbs tightened, holding me close. My fingers, still threaded with hers, tingled.

Connected .

My throat constricted, my heart throbbed, and my soul healed more.

With great regret, I lifted my head and muttered, “Condom, baby.”

“I hate those things,” she grumbled, looking totally dejected and thoroughly happy at the same time.

Autumn had never complained about condoms before, and for me, they were what they were—necessary.

Though now, I had to admit, I didn’t want the barrier between us, but that wasn’t up to me.

“When you’re ready, we’ll quit using them.”

“Why do you keep saying that? What about when you’re ready?”

“Because I’m ready when you are.”

Her eyes narrowed in disbelief. “How is that possible?”

“I don’t know. It just is. Let go, baby, I need to get rid of this.”

With one last perusal of my face, she unwrapped her limbs.

I went to the bathroom, quickly did my business, and made it back to the bed. Autumn had righted the comforter and moved to her side, still nude.

“You want your clothes, baby?”

“Um…I’ve never slept…”

“Okay, let me find them for you.”

“No,” she blurted out and I straightened. “If it’s okay with you, I want to try.”

“Autumn, sweetheart, you cuddled up next to me naked, I don’t know if I can live through that hardship.”

Her eyes squinted and an adorable look of ticked-off washed over her features.

And it struck me, I never thought I’d describe Autumn as adorable.

Capable. Skilled. Deadly. Sexy as hell. Yes, absolutely.

Cute or adorable, no way. But there she was, looking adorably sexy.

Not the least bit shy, her tits were on full display.

“Are you teasing?”

“Yeah, Autumn, I’m teasing.”

Her gaze left mine and went lower. With pink cheeks, she asked, “Are you ready again?”

I didn’t know if it was shock in her voice, or if it was full of wonder, or if she was actually appalled, but I couldn’t stop the bark of laughter.

“Your dick is hard and bobbing up and down, Declan,” she accused, and that only made me laugh harder.

“Good God, stop, you’re gonna bruise the poor thing.”

That did it. I roared, not giving the first fuck my cock was jerking violently as my body rocked.

“If you break it and we can’t have sex again, I’m gonna be pissed.”

And she sounded like she would be, but that still didn’t stop me from laughing.

Sweet Jesus, how long had it been since I’d laughed so hard tears sprung in my eyes?

Fuck, yeah, we were totally laughing more. Naked, clothed, didn’t matter. This shit felt fucking great.