Back to You(14)

She moans against my neck, her fingers tracing circles on my shoulders. When we get to the couch, I contemplate dropping her out of my arms onto the plush cushions and ripping her pants down to dive right the fuck in. But hearing the soft kitten-like purrs in my ear—I want to turn my kitten into a tiger and I know exactly how to make her roar.

She lies there patiently waiting, letting me admire the view. I smile as I shimmy her top down her legs and then caress her smooth skin on the way up to unbutton her shorts. She inclines her hips so that I can remove the skimpy denim. “I’m loving the Daisy Dukes, but it’s time to ditch ‘em.” I chuck them behind me and hover over her almost completely naked body.

A genuine smile spreads across her face, brightening her features—she’s relaxed and happy. It’s doing the trick! Ten minutes in and my plan is working. Now to go to town. I inch down to trace my tongue along her luscious smile. She parts her lips and my tongue darts in and out of her mouth slowly.

“You’re a tease, Mr. Murphy. You have me where you want me… now take advantage.”

“Oh, I plan to, baby. But there’s no rush. I want to take my time and enjoy all of you.”

Her hands fall to her side with a frustrated plop as our mouths disconnect again and I sit up. I position myself between her legs and hook my fingers inside her panties. “Loving these, too. But they’re just in the way.”

“Then by all means, get rid of them,” she says, bending her knee seductively and placing her foot on my shoulder.

I turn my head to kiss her ankle, feeling the goose bumps that prickle her skin. I still give her tingles—that’s impressive. But goose bumps are not my main objective right now—I’m going for a totally different effect.

Slipping the lace down her thighs, she removes her foot from my shoulder and kicks the panties across the room. Now this is a vision. One that has my dick pushing painfully against my khaki shorts to be set free. I mentally tell the eager fucker to hold tight for a little longer while we give the pleasure instead of receiving. Good things come to those who wait. Take one for the team.

I gently dig my fingers into her leg, right at the bend in her knee, easing her legs open. Hovering over her, I tease the skin of her thighs with my tongue, creating a moist trail to her center. Her hips arch off the couch and she lets out a delicious moan as my mouth finds her and my tongue delves in. She tangles her fingers in my hair, urging me to continue, but I reach behind and take her hands in mine, pinning them down beside her. She moans again as my tongue works from the inside out, gripping my hands tighter as her release builds more and more intense.

“Oh. My. God. Declan… I’m gonna—” I look up to see why she didn’t finish what she was about to say. “No! Don’t stop! Whatever you do, don’t stop.” She turns to the side, burying her head in one of the pillows.

I laugh, but before I finish what I started, I want to encourage her to let loose. “Hey, you. Don’t be shy. No kids remember? We’re all alone… you can even scream if you’re so inclined.”

“Oh, I’m inclined. Just… shhh. I was about to—” Again she doesn’t finish.

“Say it, Mia. I want to hear you say it.”

A smile spreads across her flushed, glowing face.

I let go of one of her hands and bring mine between her legs, inserting one finger inside and then adding my tongue to the mix. I lap up her sweet arousal and then stop again. “Now, what was it you were about to do?”

She bites her lip and stares into my eyes. It has to be hard to focus on my eyes with my finger still working in and out of her. “Make me come, Declan. Please, just make me come.”

Ah! Jackpot. “My pleasure.”





By the time the sun is setting, I’m feeling very unaccomplished. Well, unaccomplished in the sense that we haven’t unpacked, made dinner reservations, or left the couch. However, there is no set agenda and since I created the ‘no rule’ clause, making my wife scream my name three times since we got here—that’s an accomplishment in my book.

“I’m starved, babe. You?” Mia looks up at me from her resting spot on my chest. Seems we dozed off after the last round and just let the time slip by.

Running my fingers through her hair, untangling the knots we created together, I kiss her on the forehead. “Famished. Want to go out or stay in?”

She plays with the tufts of hair on my chest, making small circles. “Looks like we’re going to be spending a lot of time indoors. Why don’t we get washed up and go out? It’s still early and after that nap, I feel reenergized.”