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  She looked down and sucked in a sharp breath as she saw those green eyes glittering up at her as his rough pink tongue lapped at her flesh.

  “You taste hot.” His warm breath caused shivers as it wafted over her damp flesh. Her hips thrust up, and a moan pulled from her throat. “I like your flavor. I would have more…”

  He trailed off and, his eyes still holding hers, placed his hot mouth over a hardening nipple and sucked at it through her bra.

  She bit her lip and hissed at the intense feeling of heat and wet silk caressing her flesh. She struggled, only to have him hold her fast to the bed with one huge hand on her stomach.

  She opened her mouth to complain, but that hand began to caress the soft skin there, tearing a moan from her mouth as the heat of his touch went straight to the core of her.

  “Be still.” He rose up on his knees above her. His eyes glittered a deep green as he loomed, running his hands over his chest, plucking at his own nipples.

  “I want to touch.” Gillian licked at her bottom lip, her whole body shaking in hunger. She wanted him. She needed him to fill her, to drive out the emptiness and loneliness that seemed to be a part of her.

  No matter how wonderful the relationship she was in, it always seemed lacking somehow. But these few moments left her fulfilled in a way that she had never felt before. It made her needy and anxious for more. It was a scary thing, feeling this vulnerable before a virtual stranger, but there was something so arousing in that vulnerability. She felt powerful as she stared up at him, longing in her eyes, true, but a demand there as well.

  He would take her, he would pleasure her, he would fulfill her because she demanded it.

  As if he could read her thoughts, his head dropped a little, and his hands went to his pants.

  Gillian watched, breath hitching as he undid the button and the zipper holding those stylish pants in place. He looked up at her from between lowered lashes, a sly grin spreading across his face, before he pushed his pants down to his knees.

  “Where — oh, my — damn!” Gillian gasped as he sprang free. Obviously he didn’t believe in underwear, she decided as she watched the broad red head of his cock pull free from its protective cowl. He was uncircumcised. It was different, but not anything she’d never seen before. He was also a thick pillar of blood-flushed ivory springing from a neat thatch of coarse-looking pubic hair. His thick thighs were kissed with the same dark hair that covered his chest in teasing swirls and whirls.

  That would feel so good pressing against her clit, she thought, but then she took in the sheer length and girth of the man. She instinctively spread her legs wider as if to make room for him as he slithered off the bed to toss his clothing aside. She was panting as he crawled back onto the bed, his hands reaching under her skirt to ease her wet panties down and off her legs.

  “You smell —” he began, lifting her panties to his face and taking a hard sniff before tossing them over his shoulder, “— edible.”

  Gillian gasped, sliding her knees up as his hands ran over the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. His huge hands caressed her, massaged her, relaxing her even as he eased her legs wider apart.

  Then there was the brush of his five o’clock shadow against the crease where thigh met groin, and his long tongue lapped at her there.

  “God,” Gillian breathed out, closing her eyes, her head going back into her pillows. She could feel her wetness leaking from her body, hot and thick, and knew he could see her, smell her, and if he moved any closer, taste how much she desired him.

  He moaned in agreement before he eased her skirt back to her waist and pulled back a little to look at her.

  “You shaved everything off.” She could feel the warm puffs of breath against her, and her thighs clamped around his head. It was a reaction she could not help, a plea for him to caress her with more than his words. “I like this.”

  “Then show me,” she gasped, not at all amazed by her boldness. She was also demanding in bed, and he was just about to find out how much.

  Without a word, he lowered his head, his tongue laving her labia with long, wide strokes.

  “Declan!” she gasped, her eyes closing as he began to give her exactly what she wanted.

  He groaned in pleasure, the sound sending vibrations moving through her, amping up her arousal as her hands slid down to grip his hair. “More!” She tugged at the silky strands, the teasing feel of his hair an intimate caress on her fingers that went straight to her pussy.

  His broad hands gripped her thighs and eased them up and out, one on the bed while the other came to rest on his shoulder, spreading her wide open for him to feast. With her situated for his pleasure, his hands were free to run up her chest and under her bra, his fingers plucking at her right nipple.

  Growing desperate, she pulled one hand from his hair and flicked open the bra’s front enclosure, letting her full breasts fall into his hands. Immediately, he began pinching and caressing her nipple, pulling on the hardened peak before massaging her whole breast. His tongue, teasing at her slick opening, hinted at penetration and made her hips twist restlessly on the bed.

  “Mmm.” He pulled away, brushing against her pussy with his rough cheeks, drenching himself in her essence. “I thought you would taste like honey.”

  Gillian opened her eyes, her breath hitching, her hips arching up as she watched him lick her from his glistening lips. His green eyes held hers for a moment before he looked down at her, a pleased expression crossing his face. She forced her gaze to stay on his face as he eased back just a little and allowed his fingers to brush over her clit.

  She hissed, her whole body stiffening as an electric heat flashed through her. A groan tore from her mouth as she curled toward this man who was giving her so much pleasure.

  “It’s so swollen and pretty,” he informed her right before she felt a tendril of concentrated heat that showed he was moving in for more oral action. She screamed as his soft lips surrounded her clit, sucking gently as the tip of his tongue flicked at it.

  She screamed again as he settled there, his fingers spreading her wide as he pulled at her clit, rapidly lapping at the swollen bud. Both of her hands dove back in his hair, tearing at the strands, her fingers massaging his scalp as she guided him where she needed him most. And damned if he couldn’t take direction! He moved a little lower, hitting the sensitive spot just below her clit, a place that proved to be the perfect spot. The sensation hovered between too much stimulation and that perfect tease, making her stomach lurch and tighten in pre-orgasmic bliss. She knew her wetness was flowing from her, slick and hot, soaking his face and running down the crack to her ass, but she didn’t care.

  And then he slid one finger inside and she lost herself. Screams tore from her lips as her hips slammed up. Her first orgasm tore through her, crushing her slick inner walls around his thick finger, making lights flash behind eyes that slammed shut despite all attempts to keep them open.

  She was still trembling as he pulled away.

  Her legs flopped bonelessly to the bed, and she heard him grunt before she was lifted and her skirt tossed away. Her bra was next, and finally she lay naked before him.

  Gillian slowly opened her eyes, oddly unselfconscious about her total nudity. Hell, he had just been feasting between her thighs and had given her one breathtaking orgasm. She wanted more. There was no room for bashfulness in the pursuit of pleasure.

  Her eyes roamed his body, the thick cock that stood at attention resting against his muscled stomach, his heaving chest, his face glistening with sweat and her juices, his hair standing on end because of her finger work. He looked thoroughly debauched, almost as wasted as she felt, and she knew the night was just beginning.

  She licked her dry lips and lifted shaking arms, making grabby fingers at him. A slow smile spread across his lips, and he was just reaching for her when the phone on the bed buzzed.

  Her dazed smile turned into a fierce frown as she turned and snarled at the cellular interruption. Without a
word, he reached for the phone and handed it to her, an amused smile on his lips.

  “Salacious,” she snapped, getting the safety word out before remembering the signal word for good to go all night. “Caprice,” she added, ignoring the laughter on the other end before she snapped the phone closed and tossed it across the room.

  “I —” Declan began, but his words cut off as she reached for him, wrapped her arms around his waist, cupped his ass, and pulled him toward her hungry mouth. “Gill —” he gasped as she began to lick at his hot shaft.

  Gillian nuzzled her nose into that neat patch of hair at the base of his cock and inhaled deeply. Yes, vanilla and wood smoke, she decided, her tongue teasing the base of his cock. His full, round balls bounced on her chin, and she nuzzled them for a moment before releasing one handful of hot man-ass to pull his cock down toward her lips.

  It was his turn to shudder as she began to pump his cock, caressing the shaft with her cheeks, teasing his foreskin with her tongue.

  “You gonna lick me, baby?” His accent sounded deeper as his hands ran through her hair.

  She arched into the caress until he had a handful, and then pulled back, loving the sharp bites of pain that came from hair pulling.

  “Fuck,” he breathed, his ass quivering in her hand. “Suck it,” he added, tugging harshly at her hair, directing her mouth to his cock until she opened her mouth and licked him.

  His foreskin had retracted fully, leaving the tender bud of his head exposed to her ministrations. Wrapping her fist around his base, she sank him deep into her mouth until she felt her gag reflex kicking in.

  She pulled back, looking up at him, her eyes watering a little as her breathing quickened. Her free hand left his ass to go between her own thighs, to pluck and tease at her clit.

  She shuddered and sucked on him hard, spit running out of her mouth to coat his thrusting cock, for he was very gently fucking her face.

  She loved it. She groaned around his cock and felt his whole body tremble.

  “Uris, you beautiful thing,” he was moaning, his eyes closed, his head going back as he rocked between her lips. “Yes, you take it so good. Mmm, suck me.” He was biting at his bottom lip, a low, odd growl rolling through his body. The low tone rode through her body, making her skid her fingers back further to slide deep inside herself, fucking herself toward another release.

  His fingers in her hair tugged harder, getting her off on the sheer naughtiness of the whole thing before he pulled back, sliding from between her lips with a pop.

  She glared at him while licking her lips. “I wasn’t done with that.”

  “For now you are,” he corrected her before he reached for her, sliding his hands under her arms and lifting her easily with his powerful arms.

  For a moment, she thrilled at the strength in his body, and then his lips slammed down on hers and her train of thought derailed.

  He took over, his tongue invading her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, knowing he could taste himself in her mouth as she could taste traces of her own pussy in his. Instead of putting her off, the thought made her squirm in his hold.

  Then he was breaking the kiss, his lips traveling down her neck and shoulder, leaving teasing bites and nips as he passed.

  He moved up to her ear, and Gillian forced herself to listen to what he was whispering. “— condoms?”

  “Yeah,” she breathed, forcing her melting brain to comprehend his request. She needed protection. “In the drawer,” she managed, squirming to feel his soft hair caress her nipples and stimulate her closer to her release.

  And it was a near thing. With his dick riding the slippery crease of her ass, her body flush against his furry one, Gillian was riding a wave of heaven. But then, she decided as she began to grind against him, why wait? She had a feeling he would easily drive her toward another release, so why hold herself back?

  She moved faster, tossing her head back and laughing as his hands shifted to grip her ass, pulling her harder against him, pumping his hips so that his cock teased her asshole, stimulating her whole pussy. God, he could read her well and was driving her insane.

  “Gonna come all over me?” he demanded, bending his head low to groan in her ear. “Gonna wet me down, Gillian? Gonna rub that hot pussy all over me until you explode?”

  One powerful thrust had his pubic thatch nestled against her clit, and that was all it took. The rough caress combined with the nasty things he was whispering in her ear tore another climax from her writhing body.

  She dug her nails into his shoulders, her toes curled, and she slammed her face into his chest, burrowing between his furry pecs as her body tore itself apart from the inside out.

  And through it all, he ground his hips in circles, keeping the pleasure flowing until she hung in his embrace, limp, sweating, and still hungry.

  Her head felt like it weighed a ton as she lifted it to look into green eyes so dilated they almost appeared black. “More.”

  Her demand was met with a truly wicked grin as he eased her back onto the bed.

  For a moment, she felt cold and bereft. She looked toward Declan only to see him bent over and digging through her bedside drawer.

  If she had the energy, she would move around and bite him on that tempting ass. His ass was a thing of perfection, after all. It was round and high, tight, and it bobbled as he shifted from foot to foot. Oh, yeah, she wanted to bite it, to leave her little red teeth marks all over his pale flesh and mark her territory so he would remember who he had taken to his bed.

  But then he spun around and the subject of his ass was tabled as she got another good look at his cock. It was so hard it wasn’t moving much, the tip wet with his leaking pre-cum, silvery trails of the stuff coating his shaft.

  It was a meaty mouthful, and she was determined to get that hot piece of cock deep inside her.

  She looked up into his face, and he looked decidedly wolfish and starving as he examined her splayed body.

  “I’m going to fuck you,” he finally said to her, his voice matter of fact, if a bit breathless. “I am going to sink myself so deep into you that you won’t know where I start and you begin. And then I am going to fuck you.”

  That sounded quite all right to her. She reached for him, watching with heated eyes as he open the condom packet and pulled out the thin layer of latex.

  She hoped the damn thing would fit. She watched, one hand pressed to her hot swollen pussy, as he slid the condom in place.

  Then, fast as lightning, he was over her, spreading her legs wide and placing himself up against her opening.

  “Open, please.” Gillian looked up to find his eyes staring directly into hers.

  He was so pretty, she thought, her breath hitching as the heat of him sent her hips arching up and her hands latching onto those shoulders.

  “Good,” he breathed as she felt her muscles loosening. He pressed the head of his cock into her, and Gillian gasped at the wideness of him.

  God, this was going to hurt so good, she thought and arched her hips up. Inch by teasing, painfully delicious inch, he slid inside her. His body was trembling, sweat slicking his hair to his head as that low, growling tone reverberated up from his chest.

  Gillian’s head whipped from side to side, her nails digging into his skin. Her mouth opened and gasping moans tore from her throat.

  She was going mad, it felt so good! She could feel herself stretching, her walls giving way to his steel hardness. Her nerve endings burned, and that tightness in her belly that told of impending orgasm was back.

  She tried to lurch upward, to take him all in, but he used his great weight to hold her still. “Easy,” he breathed against her neck, nipping at the delicate flesh there, driving her hunger for him higher. “Not yet, baby. Just take it. Loosen, open up for me.”

  She sobbed her pleasure as he moved deeper. He was so thick he was hitting all her buttons without even trying. And then he was pulling out a little and sliding in deeper.

  “De-Declan.” H
er voice broke on his name as he moved out and back in, going deeper after each slow withdrawal.

  “Yeah, baby,” he breathed against her ear, his hands dropping to caress her breasts, to tease her nipples as he slid deeper yet.

  Finally, after what seemed like forever but was likely a few minutes, she felt his thick pubic thatch press against her clit. He was in as far as he could go.

  He rose up on his arms to stare down at her, his mouth open and panting, his body trembling… and then he smiled.

  “Perfection.” The word passed through his lips before his eyes closed on a growl. “So tight and hot around me.”

  Gillian was speechless. All she could do was feel. Her body shuddered — it wept with pleasure.

  All the dark spaces inside her were filled with vanilla-scented light. Declan drove all the loneliness away. In his arms she felt perfected. His chest hair was teasing her nipples, his thighs rubbed against the inside of hers, his scent covered her, and his eyes — his eyes were like green fire that demanded she give up her soul.

  Gillian threw back her head, bared her throat, and surrendered.

  Then and only then did Declan begin to move. He slid out of her and slammed back inside, igniting a firestorm within her body. Her legs went up and around his waist while her nails raked down his back.

  Declan grunted, hunkered lower, claimed her mouth in another kiss, his tongue delving between her open lips as his hips began to grind against hers before he pulled out and slammed in again.

  Gillian could feel him moving throughout her body, felt him pounding into her, felt her clit burn, her ass clench, her pussy erupt in wet delight. And he pounded her still.

  Finally it was too much! She tore her lips from his and screamed, her eyes closing, her body arching up sharply as all her muscles stiffened.

  The clenching heaves of her orgasm tore a groan from his lips, and he moved faster, prolonging her release, tearing more screams from her mouth.

  “Fuck, fuck, fuck —” He punctuated each thrust with a curse, his body shuddering over hers.