We begin to walk up a path that is dimly lit by solar lights. We reach a peak and I see a few people standing around and talking.

“What is this, Declan?”

He takes the blanket and spreads it out on the ground in a relatively flat spot.

“Come sit,” he says, patting the spot next to him on the blanket.

“What are we doing here? Is this like a nighttime picnic club or something?” I ask, confused.

“No. There is a meteor shower tonight and they have telescopes set up so you can see them. I think there’s even a planet within view tonight,” he’s almost embarrassed. “I thought we could look at the stars and have dinner.”

I just keep staring at him as a smile forms on my face. “Declan, this is… I just… I love it,” I lean in to kiss him softly.

He opens the cooler and takes out a few things. A few bottles of water, fruit, cheese, crackers, pasta salad and a baguette of bread. We turn to facing each other on the blanket and enjoy our delicious meal.

“Where did you get all this stuff? That pasta is incredible.”

“I made it,” he says proudly.

“Oh my gosh. You can cook for me any time.”

“I would like that,” he says, smiling.

Enjoying the beautiful clear night sky, we don’t really speak, it’s so peaceful up here. I am just enjoying being with him. Sitting between his legs, I lean back against his chest, reaching around he wraps his arms around me, resting his chin on the top of my head.

“It’s so beautiful up here, Declan,” he kisses the top of my head.

“It is,” he lets out a deep sigh.

“Ohh, I just saw one!” I exclaim.

“I did, too,” he smiles down at me as I look back up at him.

“Would you like to look at them through the telescope?” I hear a man ask us. Looking at each other, we say “Sure!” in unison. Taking turns, we look into the telescope at the amazing view above us. It’s breathtaking to see stars and planets so close up.

“Thank you so much,” I say to the nice older man.

“My pleasure. You kids have a great night,” he replies as he and Declan shake hands.

After stargazing for what seems like hours, we finally make our way back to the truck. “It’s amazing how much beauty there is right before our eyes that we never take time to appreciate,” I say, looking out the truck window at the night sky.

“You can say that again,” he says, smiling at me.

The ride to the house goes pretty quickly, and before I know it we are pulling up in front of my house. In his usual gentlemanly style, he opens the door for me. “You know I can open my door on occasion,” I remind him.

“Not with me around, you won’t. Besides, if I don’t open a door for you my momma will come out of nowhere and smack me upside my head.” He laughs. Walking me to the front door, I am suddenly hesitant. I can’t help but think about the other night and I don’t know what to do. I want him to come in but I don’t want to put pressure on him again.

“It’s OK, Madi,” he knows what I am thinking.

“Umm, do you want to come in?” I ask with trepidation.

“I would love to,” he smiles.

As we walk into the house, I turn on a few lights and set my bag down on the table. “Can I get you something to drink?”

“No thanks, I’m fine.”

We walk into the kitchen. I stop on one side of the island and he stops on the other. We stand staring at each other for a few seconds but it feels like an eternity.

“Madi, can I ask you a question?”

“Of course,” he looks nervous.

“I was wondering if you would, well, if maybe you wanted to start seeing each other,” I can barely hear him but I get the gist of what he just asked me. Oh hell yeah, let’s have some fun with this.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you,” I reply, looking very serious. He says it again, but a bit louder.

“Declan, you’re going to have to speak up. I can’t hear you.” Haha, this is fun for me.

He repeats it one more time, but this time I am laughing halfway through it. It’s at this point he realizes that I’ve heard him all along. “Oh, you’re in for it now,” he says as I take off running into the family room and around the sofa. I am in hysterics and so proud of myself.

Declan is standing on the other side of the couch, ready to pounce. I take off running towards the front door. Shit! I didn’t think this through—my only option is up the stairs. I bolt up the steps and he is hot on my heels. He grabs my foot a few steps from the top. I manage to break free, but with his long legs he quickly catches me on the upstairs landing. He throws me up over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and smacks my ass really hard.

“Owwwwww,” I cry, laughing.

He walks us towards the double doors which lead to my room. He steps inside and throws me down on my bed. I scream as I go flying from his height. I’m laughing so hard I can’t catch my breath. Pinning my arms down by the sides of my head, he straddles me.

“Oh, you think this is sooo funny, don’t you?” He glares at me.

“Yes sir, I sure do.” I smile at him, still giggling.

“I’ll show you funny.” He lifts up my t-shirt and blows a giant zerbit on my stomach!

“Ahhhhahahhhhhhaaaaaaaah!” I laugh.

“Still funny? Huh? Huh?” He starts to tickle me.

“Uncle! Uncle!” I yell. As he looms over me with a smile, his expression changes.

“Are you OK?” I ask.

“I’ve never been better.” He slowly leans in, kissing me. My arms are still pinned by my head. I try and wiggle them free, but he has a tight hold on me. Breaking the contact of our lips, he releases my hands.

He smiles as he leans in for another kiss. My hands are free to wrap around his neck.

The intensity of our kisses grow and before I know it, my arms and legs are wrapped around him. He works his way down my neck toward my ear. Arching, I give him better access. A soft moan escapes his lips as he lightly rims my ear with his tongue.

I am so turned on I can’t hold still. I run my fingers down his back, pulling his shirt up and attempting to pull it over his head. He stops his feverish kissing and yanks the shirt off, throwing it down on the floor.

I make a beeline for his chest, running my tongue over the tattoos on his massive pectorals. I work my way up his neck, sucking as I go.

As my lips reach his jaw, he begins to peel off my cardigan and pulls the bottom of my shirt up and off in one fluid motion. “Madi,” he moans, making his descent down into the cleavage of my aching breasts. He pulls them from the cups of my bra and begins to suck on my nipples. “Oh God,” I whimper.

Reaching under Declan, I make quick work of his zipper and button. I slide my hands down the back of his jeans and firmly grab his tight ass, pulling him into me. I can feel his massive erection against my leg.

I work his jeans down behind him, using my feet as leverage to push them past his thighs.

Declan stops sucking my nipples and begins his southern descent towards the waist of my jeans. As he is undoing the zipper and button I lift up, allowing him room to slide them down my legs. He kisses my hip bones and stares up into my eyes as he peels my hot pink panties from my soaking wet pussy.

He stands, looming large over me. I lay flat on my bed, staring up at the beautiful man before me. I take a second to memorize his body. His tattoos, his muscles, his smile and his eyes. He is amazing. I want to remember this moment. I am suddenly filled with a sense of calm as he looks deep into my eyes; not just at me, but into me.

I smile and sit up in front of him. I slide my hands into the waist band of his black boxer briefs, freeing his very large erection. Gently, I take my fingers and wrap them around the base of his hard cock. I lean forward and begin to lightly run the tip of my tongue up and down his shaft. He uses his hands to carefully caress the sides of my face and removes the band from my hair, causing it to cascade down around my face.

Looking up at Declan, I can see his eyes firmly fixed on me. Not breaking eye contact, I part my lips and begin to take him into my mouth. I take his length to the hilt of my throat. “Oh God, Madi!” he growls as he pulls my hair away from my face. I stare into his eyes while my mouth is full of his hardened cock. “FUCK, this feels so good,” he grunts.

Sliding my tongue back and forth against the seam of his erection while plunging him in and out of my mouth, I am getting more and more turned on. Declan gently grabs my shoulders and pulls me up to stand in front of him. Without care or thought, he leans in and kisses me, knowing he was just in my mouth. Son of a bitch, that’s hot!

He lifts me up and lays me on the bed before him. He leans down and pulls a condom out of the jeans, now discarded on the floor. Grabbing his hard cock by the base, he begins to slowly rub against my wet center. He slides his tip up and down, teasing my clit. I am writhing below him. Leaning forward, he slowly eases himself into me.

With a sudden and deep inhale of breath, Declan stops, a look of concern taking over his face.”Madi, are you OK?”

With an exhale just a sudden, I look into his passionate blue eyes. “Yes,” I smile.

Declan continues to ease himself into me, being careful not to hurt me by going too quickly. Before I know it, he has filled me to my core and begins a slow and steady rhythm. He leans forward, resting his forearms on the bed beside me, and kisses me with intense passion while continuing his deep, even thrusts. He is being so gentle. I know he can sense that he is almost too large for me. I wrap my legs around him and pull him deeper into me, causing me to gasp and my eyes to go wide, but I pull him toward me again. He feels so good inside of me, filling me completely.

“Oh God, please don’t stop,” I manage between gasps of breath.

“Madi, you feel so good,” he moans, his face buried in my neck.

I can feel myself getting close. I use my legs to continue his slow and passionate tempo. Before too long, I can’t hold back any longer and I start to shudder in his arms. “YES! YES! YES! Oh God, Declan!” I scream as I begin to spasm around his cock. I throw my head forward over his shoulder, completely wrapping myself around him. Digging my nails into his back, I pull them upward as the intense orgasm rips through me.

I can hear him hiss through his teeth as he starts to increase his force and rhythm. “Fuck, Madi, I’m gonna cum,” he grunts. Pulling me closer, we are almost one. I can feel him pulsating inside of me as I continue to spasm around him.

Several minutes go by. The only sound heard is our panting as we try to catch our breath. Lifting his head, he gently moves the wet strands of hair from my face. He stares deeply into my eyes as he kisses me softly. Still inside me, Declan rolls over onto his back, pulling me with him. I rest my head on his chest and listen to his heart beating, pounding like a drum.

“Are you OK?” I ask him, still slightly out of breath.

“Madi, I…” there is a pause. “Yes. You?” he asks, pulling me up a little so he can see my face. I smile and nod.

“God, you look so beautiful,” he whispers as he gazes into my eyes, softly tucking the hair behind my ear.

I suddenly feel shy, I can’t explain it. Resting my head back on his chest, I use my finger to trace the tattoo on his chest, following the pattern as it wraps around his shoulder and down his arm.

“What are you thinking about?” he murmurs, slowly stroking my hair.

“Do they have meanings behind them?” I ask, still tracing his tattoos.

“Yes, they all do,” he replies, looking at me. I lift my head and rest my chin on his chest. We lay on my bed for a while as Declan explains the meanings behind his tattoos. I am fascinated by his explanation of each of them. They all truly mean something or represent a pivotal moment in his life. They aren’t just art; they are his story.

Declan stands and reaches for my hand, pulling me to stand by him. He pulls back the covers on the bed, motioning for me to climb under them. Then he grabs his boxers and pulls them on. I am suddenly filled with panic. Is he leaving again? Is this what he does? Sweet talks a girl, fucks around with her and then leaves? I can’t do this. I start to sit up to say something when I notice he is walking out of the room in just his boxers. As he walks away, I can’t help but notice the long scratch marks I left on his back.

A few minutes later he comes back into the room with a glass of water, handing it to me. He leans down, removes his boxers and gets under the covers with me. I snuggle up along his side and take in a deep breath of Declan.

As we lay together, he runs his hands up and down my back and arm. “Declan, I ummm, I am so sorry,” I say, looking up at him.

“For what, Madi?”

“I, ummm, I scratched your back… pretty bad,” I answer with a scared look.

“I know,” he says with a grin.

“You do?”

He nods.

“You’re not mad?”

“Mad? Are you kidding? That was hot. That’s what did me in. You were so hot and into it,” he says with a slight smirk.

“Wow, you really are a sadist,” I laugh.

“Seriously, do you have any idea what a turn on that is? I have never been with anyone so responsive and free. You just let go.”

“Free? Let go?”

“Nothing. I didn’t mean anything by it.”

“Well, now you have to tell me,” I say, turning to face him.

“It’s just that… well, normally the girls I have been with in the past are so concerned about messing up their hair or makeup that it’s like they just go through the motions. Putting on a show of what they think I want to see or hear. But you… you are something else. I knew exactly what to do to you. I’ve never been with anyone like you. You’re so in tune with your body. You know what you like, and you aren’t afraid to make noise, get sweaty or claw the shit out of my back,” he explains with a sheepish grin. I can tell he is worried about my reaction.

“So are you saying that because I’m a little older my body is different?” I ask with a raised brow.

“Well, I mean…” he pauses.

“BOOO YAAAH, bitches! About time I have something on those 22 year old skanks!” I yell with a laugh.

“Oh my God, I thought you were going to be pissed at me.”

“No, I asked you. I had to be prepared for your answer, even if it wasn’t the one I wanted.”

“So you’re OK?”

“HELL YEAH! If I have to have a few wrinkles in order to have mind blowing sex, so be it! It will be my burden to bear,” I reply with a giggle.

“You are something else,” he says, kissing me.

“Declan?”

“Yeah?”

“Stay,” I say quietly.

“On one condition,” he replies, looking me straight in the eyes.

“OK.” I nod.

“Answer my question from earlier, in the kitchen,” he softly kisses me again.

“Yes.”

Round Two! Ding Ding!

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