The room feels like it’s caught fire. We’re both sheened in sweat as our bodies collide and Declan buries himself deep.
It’s the perfect end to what was one of the best days I’ve had in a long time. Not only was I able to get words down, finally making progress on my career for the first time in years, but the nanny we hired turned out to be a great fit. Only one day in, she’s already taken a huge load off.
…which led to a much less stressful evening with Declan and the kids.
And then a much flirtier night between me and Declan. We sipped some wine, listened to some music, then our clothes started coming off, and now?—
His hips crash into me as his thrusts come harder. I arch my back, thighs spread wide, and find I can’t keep it in another second. I cry out in pleasure as my pussy clamps down on his dick and I’m finally pushed over the edge.
My orgasm washes over me, wave after wave crashing down.
But I’ve broken one of the most important rules of our late-night Mommy and Daddy Time—my cries of pleasure echo through the room, loud in the silence of our large home.
Declan pulls my arms back, starting with my right and then my left until they’re both locked behind me and only my knees touch the bed. The sudden, assertive move forces my body further down as he grips both wrists in one hand and covers my mouth with the other.
From this angle, his thrusts feel even deeper, the pressure almost too much. He bears down harder, covering my body with his, pounding away.
“I told you to shut the fuck up, didn’t I, love?” he growls, lips grazing my ear. “Or am I going to have to gag you?”
His dirty words, the inflection of his accent, the warm, heavy weight of his body.
All of it makes me tremble from under him.
I’m still sensitive from my orgasm seconds ago, yet my pussy tingles as he strokes into me, and more sparks of pleasure go off.
I moan against the palm of his hand in an attempt to reach under our bodies. One hand finally slips free and finds my clit as I start rubbing myself.
Declan plows into me, fucking me into the mattress, making my pussy so wet I’m squelching. I’m writhing and bucking against him, no longer holding back. The pleasure is too intense to even try. My fingers are on my clit and his dick is stroking me just right and my second orgasm is sooo close, nothing else matters right now.
He’s close too. He’s dripping sweat as he fucks me. His hand travels to my throat and then gropes my breasts, fingers pinching at my erect nipples. His breaths grow as desperate and urgent as his thrusts, coming faster and sharper.
And then he explodes all at once, pushing me over the edge too.
We come together, like a volcano erupting.
I’m out of it for minutes to come, completely spent. Declan shoots me a lopsided grin, a few strands of his auburn hair slanted across his brow.
“Now that’s what I call cardio,” he says.
I laugh. “That’s one way to put it. I think that was enough exercise to last me a year.”
He grabs me by the thigh and drags me even closer, skimming his palm up the curve of flesh. “If you reckon that’s earned you a pass, you’re more naive than I thought, love.”
I’m still smiling as he bends forward and presses his lips to mine in a soft kiss.
We eventually get up to clean the mess we’ve made of our bed (and each other). I tug on a robe once I’m freshly showered, knotting it at the waist, and then go to check on Willow and Emmett. The five-year-old is asleep in her princess-themed twin bed, whereas our six-month-old is dozing in his crib, tiny fists at his side.
I lean down and press a kiss to his brow. He really is so good about sleeping through most of the night.
Declan is coming up the stairs when I make it out to the hall. While I was checking on the kids, he was getting a glass of water and making sure all the lights and locks were good.
“Everything right with the world?” he teases.
I simply smile as we turn toward our bedroom and turn in for good for the night.
I roll over, still half asleep, only to be greeted by bright, blinding sunlight. My eyes clench shut and I stretch a hand toward the nightstand. It takes me a few tries to find my phone, but I grab a hold of it and carefully peek at the time.
We’re usually up early enough that the sun isn’t flooding the room.
