Fighting For You (Danvers #4)

“I like where your head’s at, Ellie, but before I touch you any further, show me what you like.” He removed his hand and left hers cupping her breast. Part of her wanted to remove her hand and run, but the other part was spellbound by the arousal that he couldn’t hide. His c**k stood at attention as he sat riveted by the sight of her shy hand moving slowly back up to rub her nipple back and forth between her fingers. Heat shot through her body. She knew this had started with him trying to distract her from asking any more questions, and it had worked well. She now had no rational thought left. Like most single women, she had long ago learned how to take care of her own needs. But, she had never dreamed she would be touching herself while someone was watching. Boy, it felt so good to be a bit of a bad girl.

She continued to pull on her nipple as she shyly asked him, “What next?”

Declan sat back on his heels saying, “You tell me, baby. Better yet show me how you make yourself come.”

Feeling her face flush a bright red, she stuttered, “I . . . um—”

“Close your eyes and pretend I’m not here. Touch that beautiful body and let me see you fall apart.”

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Was he having chest pains? Possibly a stroke? The veins in his neck bulged along with another part of his body as he watched Ella tentatively begin to stroke herself. He was surprised that she had agreed. He had fully expected to spend some time convincing her. Now as her breathing and her hands picked up the pace, it was obvious that she knew her needs well. Her hands didn’t falter after the initial hesitation. She had pleasured herself before. His c**k jumped as he imagined her doing it while thinking of him. God knows he had jacked off enough while thinking of her.

When her small hand slowly lowered to her glistening core, he started to pant like a dog. Would she do it? Touch herself there with him watching? Come on baby, slide your finger into that sweet spot and show me how you like it. Oh holy mother, there it is. Jesus! The low moan that slipped from her throat was almost his undoing. He desperately wanted to see her bring herself to orgasm, but keeping his body reined in was becoming harder and harder. One of her hands was expertly flicking her clit while the other was rubbing her nipple into a hard nub. He could see by her face that she was so caught up in the moment, she had forgotten his presence. Well, he was about to change that.

He still wanted her to finish what she had started, but there wasn’t anything wrong with a little help was there? Unable to resist, he quietly moved to a position near her spread legs and leaned forward to plunge a finger into her wet, swollen folds. Her eyes popped open and her hand froze as she registered his penetration. Locking eyes with her, he whispered, “Keep going, baby. I want to feel you come around my finger.”

She whimpered as he withdrew his finger and then buried it back inside of her. Her hips lifted to meet his thrusts and her hand resumed its previous rhythm. He added another finger and worked them in and out of her tight passage. The urge to join her in stroking her clit was strong, but he was determined to let her finish what she had started so he concentrated all of his attention on plunging in and out of her wet heat. He alternated between going in fast and hard, and teasing her with just the tips of his fingers. When the motion of her hips grew more frantic and her breathing more rapid, he knew she was on the edge. One hard stroke from him and she would go over. Still, even as sweat dribbled down his back, he continued to tease her with shallow penetrations. “Tell me what you want, Ellie.”

“Faster!” She moaned.

Trailing his fingers leisurely around her now drenched mound, he asked, “What do you want fast?”

“Your fingers!” she screamed in frustration.

Declan smiled as he asked her one last question. “What do you want me to do with my fingers, Ellie, baby?”

“Fuck me hard with them, now!”

Declan was impressed. Any woman who could shout a demand like that deserved everything she asked for. The fact that she threw in the F-word turned him on even more. He pushed three fingers into her in rapid succession and pushed her over the edge. She moaned and thrashed as her body convulsed. His body on the other hand was screaming for release and he had held it in check for as long as he could. He removed his fingers and, with the ripples of her orgasm still shuddering through her body, he mounted her and thrust his c**k deep inside. She almost came off the bed as they both gasped in pleasure.

Grabbing her ankles, he put them on his shoulders and sank even deeper inside of her. She was so hot and wet that his c**k felt like it was on fire. “Grab your tits, baby, and stroke them for me.” Without questioning his command, she tugged on her erect ni**les and threw her head back in ecstasy.

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