I wasn’t sure why that made me throb. “No, but you don’t—”
“Wait.” He tugged back, straightening up on his knees, hand sliding to mine. That ache inside me stretched higher, and I wanted to groan in misery. “Are you a virgin?”
I gave him a look. “No. I’m not a virgin.”
“But no one’s ever eaten you out?”
“Look, if you’re going to humiliate me, do it while you’re inside me,” I said.
He laughed, fingers sliding back to my pelvis, grazing my opening and coasting back up to my clit. “I’m assuming you’ve given head before.”
Deep breath falling from my parted lips, I nodded slightly.
“So you’ve just been with assholes that don’t care if you get off,” he murmured, eyes sliding from mine to my vulva. “Correct me if I’m wrong.”
Biting my lower lip, I murmured, “You’re not.”
“Well, I want to taste you.” My stomach flipped, and he smiled, fingertip coasting from my clit into my opening. Not slow, but thoughtfully, he pushed his finger inside and instantly began massaging my front wall. As I gasped with pleasure, he said, “So lie back and relax.”
I didn’t have much choice once he was inside me. My head rolled back, and the second my eyes closed, warmth touched my clit. I was about to gasp again when he began to suck, and I groaned instead.
Fucking Christ, why haven’t I made anyone do this before when they shoved my head into their groin?
It was the most intense sensation I’d ever felt before. Pure ecstasy that left me grinding closer into him with each pulse of his lips against mine. Not only his mouth, but his fingers. His attention to each groan that escaped me, continuing at the perfect pace.
He didn’t speed up when my moans loudened—he maintained the perfect rhythm, listening to each cue my body gave him. His pace was perfect, only changing it to flick his tongue against the tip of my clit. That pleasure was so intense—so powerful—that my legs tightened around his face each time he did it. But he grabbed my thigh, shoving it into the blankets, forcing it in place as he focused on each stroke.
My fingers wound into his hair as I soared closer and closer to the ending I yearned for. Moans intensifying, pitch heightening, he pinned my leg in place but guided my hips closer toward his face with each massage of his strong fingers on my front wall until I was screaming. When I did, he went back to flicking the tip of his tongue against my clit, and…
I cried out in bliss as I contracted around his fingers. But he kept going, prolonging each second, forcing me to bask in every spasm. My hands tightened around his loose, soft curls, whole body quivering, aching with pleasure.
When the contractions finally ceased, Declan spent a long moment tracing his tongue along my lips, then my opening, tasting every part of me, building pressure within me again, forcing me to crave more.
Once he was done, he straightened up, wiped the edge of his lip, and grasped both of my thighs. I gasped as he yanked me down the bed.
Jeans around his knees, he reached into the pocket, tugged out his wallet, and pulled out a foil wrapped condom. As he tore it open and put it on with one hand, he pushed his fingers inside of me with the other.
A quiet moan echoed from my lips as he hit that perfect spot on my front wall.
Declan chuckled, free hand lifting to my cheek, yanking my top half upward so his face was only inches from mine. “You make the prettiest little noise when I’m inside you.”
I started to laugh too, but then he pulled his hand out, and shoved his dick in instead.
Damn, he was so big. When he arched in so close that I felt his curls against my clit, a ping of pain soared through me, but in the best way.
Another moan left me, and his smile widened. “So fucking pretty.”
Again, I started to laugh, but he pushed himself in deeply as his free hand lifted to my clit. I gasped with pleasure, and his smile grew. “Louder, sweetheart.”
Nails digging into his back, another squeal left me as he tugged out and slammed back in.
“There you go,” he murmured at my ear.
My arms tightened around his broad shoulders, locking so tight that my entire body moved with each of his thrusts. He was still rubbing my clit with his thumb, but each stroke was so thoughtful. His fingers were rough, but the way he moved them was so careful.
It was like he knew exactly what I wanted without having to ask. Like he knew exactly what it took to satisfy me, and I didn’t have to utter a word.
Just as I groaned out again, he moved his fingers from my clit to my hip and grabbed it in his firm grasp. With speed I didn’t understand, the world spun.