Fighting for You by Sydney Landon

started slowly pulling it over her thighs. He met with no protests from her as the dress continued up, exposing her stomach, then her breasts and finally he pulled it gently over her head. She sat before him on her knees in nothing but her black, lace thong and the matching push-up bra that Suzy had insisted every woman must have. From the look on Declan’s face, she definitely knew what she was talking about. Almost reverently, he reached out to trail a hand up the curve of her hip and the side of her waist. He looked up in surprise when she started giggling.
    With a sheepish expression, Ella admitted, “I’m slightly ticklish.” Her giggles were soon forgotten as he reached around behind her to deftly unsnap her bra. Her girls, as Suzy called them, were proudly on display and beginning to pucker under Declan’s hungry gaze. She was shocked to hear her own wanton moan as he cupped them in each hand and flicked a fingertip over their hardened nubs. When he took one of the peaks into his mouth, she felt her knees start to buckle and was grateful to be on the bed. She clutched his head against her breast and fire raced through her body. He lowered her backward onto the bed and came down on top of her. He settled a thigh between her legs and, with his arms, held his full weight above her. As he took her other nipple into his mouth, she clenched her thighs around the leg resting against her sex, desperate to relieve the throb that had settled there.
    He pulled back to sit on his haunches and she whimpered in protest. As he brushed his hand against her tiny panties, he whispered, “Shhh, let me take care of you, Ellie.” Before she had time to form a protest, if she even had any desire to, he had her panties down her legs and his eyes were glowing as he took his first full look at her naked body.
    She knew that she should be embarrassed or scared, but frankly, she was breathless with anticipation of what he would do next. She wanted to shout her gratitude when he went straight to her core, the area that was alive with need for him. She might never have had sex, but like most single women, she had masturbated for years and was familiar with the needs of her body. She knew exactly how good an orgasm felt as it rolled through her body and she was desperate for that release now.
    Declan’s fingers parted her glistening folds and she moaned as he stroked the nub underneath. “Mmmm,” she moaned, “please don’t stop.”
    Even though she hadn’t expected an answer, Declan said, “I won’t stop, Ellie, I couldn’t if I tried. You are so damn beautiful.” As she smiled over his words, he slid one finger inside of her and she clenched around it in surprise. She felt deliciously invaded as she moved her hips to deepen the pleasure. As she adjusted to the presence of his finger, he slid in another one and she felt a slight twinge of discomfort that was quickly swallowed by the feel of his fingers rubbing insistently over her clit. She felt herself climbing and climbing and was surprised to find that the moans that filled the bedroom were coming from her. When she felt a third finger join the other two inside of her, the mixture of pleasure and pain pushed her over the edge and her body shattered and convulsed. She started to protest as soon as his fingers left her body. She heard the sound of clothes being shed and the rip of paper. Suddenly, something bigger rested at her wet entrance.
    Startled, her eyes flew open and she saw him position himself between her thighs. He groaned, but stayed still as she rubbed herself against him. He lowered his body over hers and she shivered at the first feel of his hard body against her soft contours. His mouth took hers in a kiss so hot and carnal that she was sure it must be illegal in at least half of the country. While she was concentrating on the feel of his tongue tangling with hers, she felt the tip of his shaft slip into her tight passage. Her stroking fingers gripped his shoulders