"Dec, please..."
"What do you want?" he asks, tongue tantalizing my nipples.
"Lick me down there."
He chuckles.
"We'll get to that," he says lazily.
But I don't want to wait that long. I grab his butt cheeks and squeeze. His eyes snap to mine. I smirk.
"Ivy."
It's a warning that I ignore, squeezing again.
"Lick me down there," I whisper.
"I will, eventually," he says, positioning himself so my hands can't reach his butt unless I sit up.
I groan, and he smiles.
"Why so impatient, sweetheart?"
Then he moves over to the right breast, sucking and licking until I'm moaning relentlessly. I'm trembling when he moves down to my belly. His hot and wet mouth explores my inner thigh, and my back arches off the bed.
"Sensitive," he notes, grinning against my skin. "I like that."
He kisses higher, closer to where I'm aching for him. His breath ghosts over me, and I nearly come apart from that alone.
"Please," I hear myself beg.
"Please what?"
"Lick me there."
He looks up, his grin wicked.
"Where? It has a name, you know."
"Vagina."
"Hmmm." He doesn't continue.
"Pussy," I breathe out, desperately wanting to feel the sensations from his tongue.
He places his tongue on my clit, waiting. I shift from side to side, my breathing irregular.
"Last chance to change your mind," he says.
"Don't you dare stop."
His laugh is low, wicked. Then his mouth is on me.
The sensation from his tongue is overwhelming. The first orgasm builds slowly, then crashes over me like a wave. I'm still trembling when he starts again.
"Declan, I can't."
"You can." His voice is muffled against me. "Give me another one."
