Declan + Coraline by J.J. McAvoy

of the sharks.
    He took my hand and slowly poked it out of the bars as well. With his hand on mine, I was able to touch the sharks as well.
    Five days into our trip and I was unable to stop smiling.
    Was there anything he couldn’t do?
    He pulled out the camera and positioned me in front of one of the sharks. I wasn’t sure what else to do, so I threw up a peace sign at the lens. He took the picture while shaking his head at me. I swam to him and wrapped my arms around his neck as he held his arm out so that we could take one together. He wrapped his hand around my waist and lifted me up higher so our faces were side by side before taking the picture.
    We stayed down there for only a few minutes before the cage began to make its way back up.
    When we broke the surface, I took off my goggles. “Are you afraid of anything?” I asked as I wiped my face.
    “What?” He took off his mask and shook the water from his hair before he ran his hands through it.
    “I asked if you were afraid of anything. Because from where I’m standing, you’re a little too good to be true, Declan Callahan.”
    “Yeah. I’m pretty much perfect. What can I say,” he said as he helped me onto the boat. When I got on board, I pulled off my cap and turned to him. He zipped down his wetsuit and I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his abs as the water and sunlight reflected off its hard surface. My gaze followed the droplet of water that slowly dripped down his chest before it disappeared into…
    “Like what you see?” he asked when I met his green eyes again.
    I shrugged. “You’re alright, I guess.”
    “Really? Okay then.” He nodded and I was already used to that look.
    “Declan…”
    It was too late. He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder, taking us both up the stairs and onto the top deck.
    “We just got out of the ocean. I need to shower!” I said, knowing that that wouldn’t slow him down.
    “That’s fine.” He led me into his private bathroom, which was decorated in tones of rich, warm, golden browns, all of which were offset and accentuated by a bright white rug on the floor. He placed me down onto the lush rug, and turned on the shower. Facing me again, he unzipped my suit much slower than he needed to. When the zipper was fully down, he peeled the suit off of my shoulder and bent down to lightly kiss my skin. Then he set to work on the top part of my halter-top bikini.
    I tried to catch it when it fell, but he grabbed my hands, and shook his head. Holding on to my arms, he lifted them above my head and then grabbed my suit, which still clung around my waist. He pulled it, and my bottoms, to the ground in one smooth motion.
    He quickly peeled his suit completely off as well, and much to my delight, I found that his cock was already swollen, hard, and twitching with excitement.
    “What next?” I asked him, still slightly embarrassed at being naked. However, whenever he looked at me, stared at me, like I was the only person in the world, I felt beautiful…sexy even.
    “I fuck you,” he said as he grabbed on to my breasts, and his thumb brushed against my nipples. “I fuck you until you can’t stand straight.”
    “Oh—”
    He didn’t let me even get a word in before his lips were on mine. His hands gripped my thighs, and he lifted me up around him and walked into the shower.
    My hands snaked around his neck and I shivered as I felt not only the warm water pour over both of us and the also the cold glass of the shower as he pressed me up against it. He kissed the side of my jaw and trailed down my neck. His grip on my thighs loosened until my feet were on the ground near his. Then, he flipped me around so that my breasts were pressed up against the glass and he was pressed up against my back. His hands were on either side of my head as he braced himself.
    We couldn’t get enough of each other.

DECLAN
    I was selfish.
    But I knew that already. I just didn’t realize how selfish I truly was until I met her.