His lips met my clit again, tongue sneaking through. I tightened my legs in place, widening them slightly for him, moaning with pleasure. “Good girl,” he murmured on my vulva, tongue sliding to my opening.
It didn’t feel as good, but I knew he was doing it because he got as much of a thrill from tasting me as I got from the magical way he moved his tongue.
His lips came back to my clit, and I had no idea whether he was flicking or sucking or massaging, but it instantly sent a wave of euphoria through me. A squeal of pleasure billowed from my lips, and he mercilessly moved faster. The over stimulation told me to slam my legs shut, but I forced them in place to bask in his touch longer, to enjoy every second, praying to hear that raspy praise once more.
Declan rested a hand on my stomach as his pace slowed. Finally getting the chance to catch my breath, my muscles soothed, enjoying the gentle strokes of the tip of his tongue on my clit. For a few heartbeats, that’s all I did. I simply relished in the pleasure of his touch.
My eyes lowered to watch him, and his gaze was already on mine. The moment our gazes locked, he went back to feverishly rubbing my front wall, pushing on my belly, and passionately flicking his tongue on my clit.
Screaming out his name, holding his gaze, my body curved closer to him. The pleasure doubled and tripled in intensity and despite that desperate urge to snap my legs shut, to trap him within me, I held my trembling legs apart. Even my fingers quivered in his hair.
And I swore the sadist smiled.
Yet, that light in his eyes to see me so aroused only added to the wave of bliss that took hold of my body. I grinded closer into his palm, into his lips, into his tongue, enveloping myself in the satisfying quakes that took hold, keeping my legs spread for him.
When the trembles finally slowed, Declan kept his fingers inside me. His thumb took his tongue’s place on my clit. His lips trailed in gentle kisses onto my thigh.
Lightheaded from pleasure, sighing to catch my breath, I watched as Declan grabbed my blanket from the back of the couch and tucked it beneath my thigh, wedging it slightly under my ass. He didn’t stop rubbing my clit or massaging my G-spot the entire time.
Once the blanket was situated, his eyes met mine. “You sure you’re okay with this?”
Sighing softly, anxious with a touch of fear but also with anticipation, I nodded slowly.
He gave a smile, flicking his thumb against my clit. When I moaned, he said in a raspy whisper, “Such a good girl.”
My stomach flipped with satisfaction, smile edging up my lips.
His free hand lifted to his lip as his canines dropped from his gums. He pressed his fingertip to the pointed tip until a bead of red appeared. He lowered it to my thigh and rubbed gently back and forth.
“What’re you doing?” I barely made out through my sighs.
Kneading his blood into my skin like lotion, he said, “Making this is as painless as possible.” His eyes came to mine, and his thumb kept rubbing my clit. “My blood works like a local anesthetic. It’ll still hurt for a second, but it won’t be as bad.”
Part of me said to be afraid. Not in the sense to run for my life, but in the way that a child was afraid of a shot.
But just as that thought coursed through my mind, my thigh began to tingle. Declan traced his finger along it, eyes meeting mine. “Do you feel that?”
“Sort of? It’s almost…” My train of thought left me as he pushed his thumb in a bit harder. “Almost like…”
“Pressure?” He lowered his lips to my thigh. I felt the heat of his breath and the moisture of his lips, but not the prickle of his beard. “Yeah, that’s how it should feel.” His fingers inside me slowed into a gentle, yet still arousing brush. “Can you close your eyes and lean back for me, sweetheart?”
Swallowing, I did so. Still gently massaging my clit, he said, “If you want me to stop, just say so.”
I nodded slightly, pinching my eyes as tightly shut as they’d go.
Then a stab.
I gasped, involuntarily bucking backward. Declan’s hand found mine against the throw pillow. He threaded our fingers together, and I squeezed as tight as I could.
It was deeper than a needle puncture, but smaller than a knife. It reminded me a bit of cutting my finger while making dinner, but on that sensitive skin between my thighs, little tingles stretched from the pain into my groin.
In a fraction of a heartbeat, those tingles morphed into an intense tremor, like a direct line to my cunt, forcing small contractions of bliss.
My tensity softened, head rolling back into the cushions, soft moan billowing from my lips.
Declan’s fingers inside me changed from a fast rhythmic pulse into a gentle, deep massage. The pad of this thumb against my clit slowed too. And yet, despite the pace dulling until it was almost nonexistent, the force of my pleasure quadrupled.
My eyes opened, and the ceiling above me seemed to be spinning. Exploding stars and nebulas overlapped my gaze, strengthening my pleasure. It was like being drunk, or high, but in a satisfying way. I never liked drugs because of the way they altered my mind, but this was different.