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in my nightshirt, and Declan is in bed staring at me. He opens the covers, and I slide in and he covers me up.

“Still sleepy?” he says, his voice husky.

“No,” I murmur, and I slide a hand between us to hold his cock. It’s thick and hard. “What did you have in mind?”

He inhales deeply when I roll the thick head of his cock through my fingers. “This,” Declan says. “This is what I had in mind.” Declan cups my face and kisses me deeply.

I keep the rhythm of my hand pumping his cock going. His hands drop to stroke my shoulders, then he lifts my nightshirt and exposes my breasts.

“You’re a breast man,” I say, more of a statement than a question.

He chuckles. “I’m a Marian man. I love every inch of your body.”

I let out a sigh as his lips close in on my nipple. His cock slips out of my grip as Declan slides lower on the bed. He teases my nipples using his tongue and fingers.

After several minutes during which he takes me to peaks that I’ve only ever experienced with him, he goes even lower and pushes me to my back. He gets between my legs and pushes my knees up.

I moan when featherlight flicks of his tongue connect with my most sensitive parts. His movements are so light that I could almost be imagining it.

“More,” I say.

“Be patient,” he growls.

His tongue teases my clit expertly, but just enough to keep me on the edge of wanting more. I raise my hips and push his head down with my hand. Without warning, he plunges his tongue deep into my pussy and fucks me with it.

I almost lose my mind.

“Oh God, Declan,” I cry over and over again.

In response, he splays his hands on my inner thighs and pushes my folded knees further apart. I swing my head from one side to the other like a woman possessed. My orgasm is fast and violent.

Seconds after it’s over, I’m still trembling from its effects.

When my breathing returns to normal, I straddle Declan, who is sprawled on his back. I love the way he gives me time to recover. He’s easily the most selfless lover that I’ve ever known.

His hands reach out to push my nightshirt up so that he can get a view of my breasts. I make it easier for him and pull it over my head and throw it on the floor. My body tingles with heat and longing as I position myself over his rock-hard cock.

Juices of anticipation gush out of my pussy, coating the head of his cock. I place my palms flat on Declan’s ripped chest and slowly lower myself onto his cock. Deep groans escape my mouth as his cock stretches the walls of my pussy.

Declan moves his hands to my hips and pulls me down on his cock. Hard. I cry out as his cock rams into me until it’s buried to the hilt. Tears fill my eyes from too much sensation.

I stay still for a few seconds as my body adjusts to his cock filling me. Instead of rocking up and down on his cock, I move back and forth as though I’m on a horse.

“Do you like that?” I ask him.

“Oh yes,” Declan says. “I love it. I love you.”

My clit pulses. His hands come away from my hips to play with my nipples. His thumbs flick my nipples, and the sensation goes straight to my pussy. I change my movements and move up and down.

Declan moves his hips up and down, and our movements grow more frantic as we near our peak.

“Marian,” Declan says.

“I love you, Declan,” I say before an orgasm spreads over my body. I can’t believe I said that. It’s just one of those things that people say in the throes of passion.

Chapter 35

Declan

Work is crazy for the next few days, and on Saturday evening, I go home and change after work. We’re now counting down the days until the new pizza shop is open, but we’ve pushed it back to give the delivery service in Santa Monica a priority.

The house is quiet without Marian. I take a quick shower, eager to join her at the wedding reception she’s working. I’d promised to go and keep her company when I was done for the day. I dress carefully in a dark suit and a white shirt and finish the look with a burgundy tie. It wouldn’t do to embarrass the wedding planner by appearing at the reception party looking like a homeless man. Rather than have two cars, I call for an Uber and use it to get to the reception, held at the Sace Winery. Twenty minutes later, the Uber driver pulls up at the entrance of the ballroom.

I pay the driver and march into the ballroom. Soft music surrounds me in the room lit up with disco lights. I enter as discreetly as I can, trying not to distract anyone from the first couple’s dance taking place on the dance floor. I spot the bar and make a beeline for it. It’s away from the action, which is good as it gives me a nice vantage point to observe everything and look out for my wife. What a good feeling to be able to say that. My wife.

I slide into a stool, order a beer and swirl around to get a view of the room. The newly married couple is dancing to one of the slow love songs I once considered cheesy. Now, the words make sense. I’ve discovered that it’s easy to scoff at stuff only because you don’t get it. When you do, everything falls into place.

I scan the room, and when I find Marian, everything in me goes still. My gaze rises to her face, and my heart stops when I find her eyes on me. She stands near the DJ Box, her face lit up by the stage lights. She has a gorgeous wide smile

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