by Christa Wick
"Us," she repeated, a smile in her voice.
"Yes," he purred and slid a hand under her shirt. "Get used to hearing that a lot because I'm all about us now, Mel."
She hid against his chest, one hand fisting his shirt.
"I love you, baby."
She nodded furiously, her throat too tight to repeat the declaration.
With a soft chuckle, Declan coaxed her off the loveseat and toward the king-size bed with its four posters and gauzy drape of white fabric. He made her stand long enough for him to pull back the comforter and then he sat her at the edge of the mattress.
"I took your Boston cap," she confessed nervously as he gripped the hem of her top and began to lift. She didn't know why she felt more vulnerable than the other times they'd been intimate, but she did.
"I know," he said with a thick laugh at the back of his throat. "The exterior cameras are set to always record."
When the blouse cleared her head, she was staring up at him with wide eyes and an open mouth. "You saw..."
She didn't want to reference or even contemplate her escape over the side fence.
"Yes, Houdini," he teased. "I saw you climb on top of the trash can and disappear."
His smile sobered. "It's funny now, but I felt like my heart was getting ripped out when I watched."
She dropped her head, unable to meet his gaze. "I'm sorry."
Declan was right when he said she was a little bit crazy. Going over the fence had been irrational and cowardly.
Cupping Melanie's chin, Declan tilted her head up.
"Just promise me that if you ever feel that desperate about us again, you'll talk to me first."
"I promise."
Her hands curled around his hips and Declan let her rest her cheek against his stomach as he stood over her. His fingers smoothed at her back for a few seconds in a light massage and then he unhooked her bra.
Grinning, she looked up. "How is it you always have me at least half naked while you still have twice as much clothing on?"
He had shed his jacket and tie before dinner, but the dress shirt and undershirt were still on, as were his shoes, socks, briefs, pants and belt.
Melanie wiggled her arms out of the bra's straps then dodged his hands as he sought to push her against the mattress so he could finish undressing her.
"Not so fast, buddy," she joked as her fingers worked his belt buckle. She loosened the belt then undid the button on his slacks before tugging his dress shirt and undershirt clear of his waistband.
Declan started to unbutton his shirt while Melanie worked at freeing his cock.
He groaned when her fingers curled around the beast and tugged it up past the elastic band of his briefs. When her wet lips closed over its freed head, his knees almost buckled.
"This," he said, capturing her shoulders and forcing her to yield, "is exactly why I stay dressed longer."
Uncurling like a cat along the mattress, she relented and let him strip her pants and underwear away.
"I get to taste you first," she said as he tried to coax her into position on the center of the bed.
Skirting any opportunity for him to protest otherwise, she slid off the mattress and onto her knees on the floor.
"Mel—"
He stopped talking as she yanked his slacks and briefs down past his hips. He stood there, his dress shirt unbuttoned and his hard cock yearning toward Melanie as his abdominals tightened in anticipation.
"You can reprimand me later," she purred, wrapping one hand around the thick shaft and pointing the head at her mouth.
Slowly, she licked swirls, starting at the flared edges and circling in toward the thin slit at the top where a pearl of pre-cum was beading. Reaching the drop of liquid, she curled it onto the tip of her tongue.
Declan's hands braced against her shoulders, his fingertips digging softly at her flesh.
"Baby—"
"Sit down," she ordered.
His ass landed hard on the mattress. She made quick work of stripping his bottom half free of clothes as he removed the dress shirt and tee. When they were finished undressing him, she settled on her haunches and looked at his body bathed in candlelight.
A small grin tugged at her mouth.
"What are you thinking, Mel?"
"That I want to lick you all over," she answered.
His eyelids fluttered shut and his cock bobbed forward.
Lifting up onto her knees, Melanie smothered Declan's cock with her breasts as her mouth sealed around one small nipple. With a groan, he grabbed the sides of her breasts and squeezed them together, forming a mold that slid along the length of his cock.
"Mmm," she purred as she switched nipples. "Salty."
She took a light bite at the sensitive tip then pulled away. She brushed his hands off her breasts and pulled a little further back, his cock still trapped between her flesh. Dipping her head, Melanie rocked on her knees, his cock pushing up from between her breasts to meet her mouth.
Her lips sealed around the head. Moaning, Declan spread his legs a little wider and leaned on one arm to watch her. His free hand reached forward to pluck at her nipple.
"You're killing me, love," he half groaned, half growled.
Grabbing both of her nipples, he tried to tug her up onto the bed so that she would have to abandon sucking on him.
The forceful tugging made her wet pussy throb.
"Not fair," she moaned.
"We can taste each other at the same time," he suggested. "Just get up here and turn around."
Was Declan saying he wanted her to sit on his face?
"You know you want my mouth on your pussy," he teased when she hesitated.
Insides clutching in agreement, Melanie moaned.
"Sounds like a 'yes,'" Declan purred and gave her nipples a playful tug.
Happy that the low light of the candles would hide her blazing hot cheeks, Melanie freed her breasts from Declan's control and got on the bed. Sitting next to him, she continued to stall. Even side-by-side oral was beyond her experience.
"I haven't done anything like this," she confessed as Declan turned his head and gazed lovingly at her.
"Mel, love, you've made yourself vulnerable to me dozens of times," he coaxed. "And not one of those times made me desire your body any less. There isn't an angle that makes me unhappy, baby."
Turning on his side, he brushed her knees apart as she knelt next to him. Watching her face, Declan slid his hand between her legs. Dread at the thought of planting herself on his face had dried her up. He set about making her wet again.
His thumb feathered its way along the length of her clit. The back of one knuckle stroked a firm line up the top split of her labia. Then he treated her to the feathery touch once more. Her eyelids grew heavy. Her nipples turned into small, hard points.
"Look at me, love," he rasped.
She obeyed, forcing her eyes to stay open as the mouth of her pussy began to swell shut from his expert teasing.
"Lift," he ordered. "You can brace your hands on your heels."
Kneeling on the bed, she did as told, gasping when he surprised her with the hard slide of two fingers inside her. His thumb stayed on her clit, the strokes of his hand seesawing between deep inside her and along the length of that aching exterior spine.
Her breathing turned erratic. She started to squirm.
"Seems like we're at a bit of an impasse," Declan teased. "You want to come now, but you also want to suck my cock."
Her head nodded vigorously as her body jerked with need.
"And I want to devour that sweet pussy."
She moaned at the dirty promise his voice held.
"Look at my cock, Mel."
She did. He was rock hard, swollen to capacity, a fresh pearl of pre-cum glowing like a gold bead in the candlelight.
"That's what seeing you does to me, baby. Seeing, tasting, hearing those choked little cries that tell me you're at the height of your climax. Everything about you makes my dick hard, Mel.
"
Her cheeks flushed with an embarrassed pleasure.
"Okay," she relented shyly, lifting up from his touch and getting into position atop him.
Declan curled his hands around the back of her full thighs, urging her lower. Propping her weight on her forearms, she brought her pussy down to his mouth then stretched her spine so that his cock bobbed against the underside of her chin. As she tilted her head out of the way, Declan rewarded her by tensing his abdominals, the motion lifting his cock from where it laid flat against his tight stomach.
Her mouth swooped left and sealed around the fat crown. Declan groaned against her pussy, the vibrations making her quiver in turn. Her mouth slid lower down his erection as his tongue and bottom lip teased the spine of her clit. Releasing one of her thighs, Declan worked his arm between her stomach and his chest. She lifted, switching her weight to one arm so that she could curl her fingers around his heavy balls.
When she cupped him, he groaned again and slid the tips of three thick fingers into her pussy. Melanie started to vibrate. Lips and pussy sucked him deeper in, the head of his cock pushing at the back of her mouth as her hips turned wild, her pussy squeezing at the invasion, her clit dancing against his forceful tongue.
Tensing her thighs, she tried to push against her climax, desperate to delay it. She wanted to outlast him, wanted him filling her mouth as he came.
Declan chuckled.
"Not happening, love."
He maneuvered until he had both hands resting against her mound, his thumbs and index fingers pinching her labia open so that his tongue could freely lick up and down her clit. Her hips jerked and her eyes slammed shut, her throaty moan vibrating along half his shaft as the back of her mouth squeezed at the broad crown.
Everything Melanie did was involuntary, uncontrolled. Her moans, her sucking and licking, the jerking of her legs and arms. Beneath her, Declan was practiced precision, only his moans under her control. He suckled the pearl of her clit, his tongue flicking inside his mouth. He followed with gently scraping his bottom teeth the length of that swollen spine, turning it incredibly sensitive before he took his next lick.
Melanie shook. Her arms shook, her legs shook, her breasts and stomach and back shook. Her pussy gulped at air, hungry for the big cock her mouth feasted on. Shaking, groaning, she fought not to climax. Tears leaked from her to lubricate the base of Declan's shaft and turn the salty flesh saltier.
Her mouth opened wider. She took shallow breaths through her nose, her throat expanding in one continuous moan that began to swallow the full length of Declan's cock.
He gasped. The hot air leaving his mouth felt like a dragon breathing against the hypersensitive flesh of her pussy. Then his tongue laved her clit from top to bottom.
Please, she wanted to moan. Let me hold on.
She couldn't. His lips gnawed at her clit, sucked and throttled it. Her joints locked, her muscles trembled and then she bucked, her throat convulsing around the fat head topping Declan's shaft.
He gasped again, his hands abandoning her pussy to lock behind her back, his face buried hard between her labia. She waited for the jerk of his shaft, waited for him to spill the contents of his swollen balls down her throat, but he kept control even as she dissolved around him, disintegrating in hard jerks as he rolled them onto their sides.
Slowly he pulled out of her mouth and slid down onto the floor so that his head was even with hers. He kissed her, one long arm extended down her body so he could continue teasing the enflamed flesh between her thighs.
His tongue, coated with her taste, slid past Melanie's lips. She bucked again, her head jerking back so she wouldn't bite him.
"I'm going to claim that sweet pussy now," he warned before pressing his lips against her forehead, his hard words at odds with the softly delivered kiss.
She watched, eyes glazed with pleasure, as he got back on the bed. She tried to move, her bones rubbery and uncooperative. Declan didn't care. With Melanie on her side, he lifted her top leg and stretched it along the length of his torso, her heel hooking against the angular cut of his shoulder. With his weight centered on his widely spread knees, he continued to hold her leg up as he speared his cock into her slick hole.
Tight, swollen, still pulsing with her last climax, Melanie's body mouthed Declan deeper.
They moaned in unison and then he began to thrust.
Hard, pounding, he took her relentlessly. Flesh slapped against flesh. His free hand thumbed her clit until Melanie's eyes began to roll back in her head. Then his open palm came down hard on the engorged tissue.
She gasped, a million neurons exploding in pleasure inside her head.
Declan smacked her a second time, sharper, his thrusting cock hitting harder and deeper inside her pussy. Neck arching in pleasure, she brought one hand up to her mouth, her fingers filling the wet cavern to keep from screaming out her pleasure.
Spreading her juices with his thumb, Declan returned to caressing her clit with soft strokes as her pussy choked and strangled on his cock.
"Again," she moaned around her fingers.
"You're not ready," he taunted, his touch against the swollen spine so light it almost seemed imagined.
The stroke of his cock inside her slowed, turned shallow, just the head that was threatening to tug its way out. Melanie started to squirm along the mattress, her hips showing her desperation for more of him.
Smack.
She jerked, cried out, her throat twisting around the memory of being filled by him.
Hard and swift, his cock slammed into her again, grinding, grinding, grinding away.
Her mouth and throat stayed open, convulsing with the same squeezing contractions of her pussy.
Smack.
With a fast backstroke, Declan popped free then slammed back in, filled her until he was hitting against the opening to her cervix, where he began to grind again. Round and round, breaking her down, fingers pinching her clit to the point she could no longer breathe.
She strained around him, against him, her body yearning for its own destruction and then it was upon her. She froze, only her feet moving, jerking left and right from the ankles down like those of a condemned woman at the end of a hangman's rope.
Declan splintered with her, his body seizing as his cock jerked inside her, spilling all of him into her before he collapsed onto the mattress.
Curling next to Melanie, he tugged the covers over them and draped his arm across her shoulder.
He caressed his nose against hers then pressed a short, soft kiss to her lips.
"Wow," she marveled, too much of her mind lost from the experience to put it into better words.
A sheepish smile shaped Declan's face, making him look boyish. "I guess I was still holding back a little before."
"Me, too," she confessed. Her head angled for another kiss. Her lips ghosted his. "But now I'm ready for us to go wild together."
"Together," Declan agreed, pulling Melanie to him for another round of bliss that would stretch all the way into morning.
Epilogue
A gurgle of delight echoed off ancient stone walls in the Italian countryside.
"Shhh," a masculine voice cautioned. "You'll give us away."
From where she sat on the far side of Melanie's workbench, Camryn Goddard leaned back and glanced down the long hall.
"We can hear you," she laughed. "And now I can see you, too."
She stretched her arms out and made an excited "gimme" motion as Declan entered the room holding an infant swaddled in soft black linen threaded through with fine filaments of silver.
"Sorry," he said, sidestepping Cammie and zeroing in on where Melanie fussed with a vest draped over a male dress form. "The only reason she's not red faced and squalling is because I promised her a fresh nipple."
Melanie's cheeks flushed a dark crimson as Cammie descended into laughter.
"Give me a minute," she said, ignoring her husband's extended arms while she removed the pincushion strapped to
her wrist and patted at her clothes to make sure she hadn't picked up any stray pins or needles while working.
"I wish I could watch Iola filming," Cammie said, her lips pushing out in a bright pink pout as she leaned over the worktable and caressed the top of the baby's head.
"I wish I could watch her filming," Melanie repeated. "But she's temperamental unless there's a closed set. She expects everyone to take their turn holding her. It's worse if my mom and Roger are on set. We can forget filming until she has managed to steal all the cuddles and take a long nap."
Grabbing a shawl from the valet stand, Melanie flung half of the material over her shoulders and down her back then took her daughter in her arms. She headed toward a wide chaise lounge. Beating her to the spot, Declan draped his long frame over the tufted velvet. He spread his legs, opening a pocket for Melanie to sit in with their daughter.
She clicked her tongue at him, her brain still in wardrobe mode. "You'll pick up lint."
He winked and pursed his lips in a kiss. "You can roll me later, beautiful."
Her cheeks flushed again. Almost two years married and he could still make her blush with the slightest suggestive twinkle in his eye.
Letting go of the argument with a happy sigh, she eased onto the chaise then into Declan's arms. Adjusting Iola and then her blouse, she offered the baby a nipple. As Iola latched on, Melanie brought the scarf's lightweight fabric to lay gently over the baby's head.
Cammie got up, her back to the scene for a few minutes as she looked at the elaborate headdress Declan would wear in the next scene. It was exactly as Melanie had sketched it almost three years ago in the screening room at the house in Los Angeles. Silver beads framed silver gossamer wings, partnered with real bird feathers of peacock and raven with tightly budded, blood black roses that had never bloomed.
Eyes misting, Melanie twisted her neck until she could look at Declan.
I love you, she mouthed.
He pressed his lips to her temple, his fingers stroking at her neck to relax away the threat of happy tears.
"Oh!" Cammie said, her body jerking once in an excited bounce. "I finally remembered to get it out of storage!"
