35. Declan

It's official.

I'm a sap.

That night, I can't stop kissing Grant on the balcony. I can't shut up either. As I coast my lips along his jaw, I nibble then pull back, holding his face. "You're going to be my husband."

"And you're going to be mine," he says.

I repeat the word for the twenty-ninth or two-hundredth time. "Husband. I'm a broken record. We're not even married, and I can't stop saying it."

"Maybe you should fuck your fiancé instead. Something else to do with your mouth and all," Grant says.

"Maybe you should fuck your fiancé," I counter.

He lifts a naughty brow. "I will."

Grant tugs me away from the balcony, undoing my shirt as we go, working open the buttons. When they're undone, I shrug it off, reach for his, and strip him down to nothing. Once my clothes are gone, he pulls me on top of him on the big bed.

Skin to skin, we make out like thieves. I kiss him all over, putting him on his back and traveling down his body, making detours at all my favorite places—his shoulders, his pecs, his nipples that crave attention. I bite and suck, making him groan and writhe.

My dick twitches, eager to get inside him, or be sucked, or be stroked.

I'm open to anything with him.

Like I once told Grant, I love sex. But I'd have to amend that now. I love everything about sex with Grant. I love the way we have it, the frequency, the passion. I love that we don't have roles, that we take turns, that we give each other whatever we need.

Tonight, I want it all with Grant.

And I touch him that way with my lips, letting him know I crave him. As I resume my journey down his body, I reach his hard, hungry cock, taking him to the back of my throat.

"Yes. My fiancé is so good at giving head," he moans while I push my right hand on his thigh, grab the lube with my left, and work him open as I lick the head of his dick.

"Mmm, feels so fucking good," Grant pants, opening his legs wider, asking for more.

My man is shameless in bed. He's a giver and a taker, and I love his neediness. His sex drive. He wants it fiercely, bodies and pleasure, touching and fucking.

I crook a finger in him, then lift my mouth from his dick so I can watch as he jolts from the sharp, hot bliss.

"Yesssss," Grant groans as I massage that spot inside him. His hips jerk; his lips part. He pushes up on his elbows and stares at me with flame in his eyes. "Fuck me," he says, greedy and desperate.

I give a devilish grin as I scissor the fingers of one hand and stroke his cock with the other, making his body shake.

"Deck..." he warns. "Fuck me now, because I'm going to need to get inside you really soon."

Easing out my fingers, I crawl up his body to suck on his lower lip. "It's like you can read my mind," I say. I straddle him, up on my knees, so Grant can work me open, so I'm ready when it's his turn to have me.

But his fingers feel too good. Too intense. Too just right. I jerk with pleasure, and then I throw my plans to screw him first out the window. "Babe, I need you inside me," I tell him. "And I need you now."

Grant grasps the base of his cock, offers it to me, and I take.

A blast of pleasure singes my body while I sink down, a long, languid slide onto his cock. He stretches me deliciously, and the second I'm there, on him, we lock eyes and stare.

We're quiet, words fading into the tropical twilight.

We don't need them.

Feelings rule the night.

His eyes pinned to mine tell me everything.

We feel so good together. Each time we get closer, we push further, we connect more. That's how I ride my fiancé—taking him deep, savoring these sensations, loving this intimacy as my chest heats and my lungs burn.

Then, I have to talk. "Get up here. Get up here and kiss me," I tell him.

Grant obeys, his hands curled tight on my hips as our lips crash together in a scorching kiss. He lets go of my hips, and his hands travel up my body, where he grabs my jaw, jerks me closer, and devours my mouth.

All this kissing lights me up.

Arouses me even more.

Fireworks explode as I ride him hard.

We fuck each other relentlessly with words, hands, and bodies. We use everything we have, every time.

Every stroke of his dick in me sends me spinning higher and hotter. I reach for my shaft, autopilot kicking in, driven by the desire to come.

But when I grip myself, he swats my hand away, then grabs hold of my hips, stopping me. "My turn, baby. I want it all with you too."

With a plaintive groan, I ease off Grant, about to ask how he wants me... when he shows me.

He lies flat on his stomach, then lifts his ass. "Fuck me nice and slow," Grant begs.

"Oh yes, babe. I fucking love this," I say as I stretch out on top of him, feeling his whole body underneath mine as I angle him just so.

Seconds later, I'm all the way in, his body hugging my cock so fantastically that it's a Christmas miracle I don't shoot right now.

I stave off the tempting hit of bliss so I can cover him completely, my chest on his back. I brace on my forearms, thrusting my hips, going deep and deeper still as my man writhes and moans under me. Like this, I've got him entirely. His body is mine. His neck is there for me, and I bury my face in that spot that ignites my senses and draw long, fevered hits of his scent.

It goes to my head.

"Don't think I can go slow, rookie," I warn, desire hitting in hard, punishing waves.

"Then get me off. Wanna come together," he groans as I snap my hips. I'm high on this body that belongs to me. The man that I alone can have. The heart and the soul that are my companions.

The pleasure that I alone get to give.

Yanking him up on all fours, I slink a hand under him, reaching for his shaft, and curl my palm around it.

Closing my eyes, I drive into him, stroking and moaning and loving. We gasp for air, trembling and breaking apart.

Soon, he's jerking in my hand, his body shaking as he reaches his climax, as the bliss of fucking my fiancé for the first time takes me under too.

I let go, chasing the edge, jumping off the cliff right there with him.

***

When I wake the next morning, I can't stop looking at my ring. Grant can't stop staring at his either.

I officially have the best life ever.