Worship her.
“Please,” she whimpers.
“What’s that?” I lift my eyes to hers.
“You’re killing me.”
My mouth curves in the corners. “Trust me. I’ll give you what you need.” I settle between her legs, pushing her thighs wide. “But you need to be patient.”
Hell,Ineed to be patient, too, something that’s becoming increasingly difficult, especially as I stare at her dripping pussy that’s practically begging for me to bury my face in it.
“Show me what you like.”
“What?” Her voice is thick, eyes wide as she props herself on her elbows.
“You heard me.” I kiss the inside of her knee. “We only have one night together. I need to make it good for you. So show me what you like.” I lean closer to her center. “Show me how you touch yourself. How you get yourself off.”
She doesn’t do anything for several seconds. Simply stares at me, obviously uncertain about this.
“Get out of your head, Claire. You asked me to take control. Don’t think. Just do. I’ll never judge you for it.”
She draws in a deep breath, then snakes a hand down her stomach, sliding her fingers through her slick folds before finding that bundle of nerves and rubbing.
And I watch.
Watch as she closes her eyes.
Watch as she circles her hips.
Watch as she rubs her clit.
When she glides her fingers lower, sliding one, then another inside her, the restraint I was able to hold on to evaporates. I grab her wrist, stopping her from doing anything further.
“My turn,” I growl.
Then I eat her like she’s my last meal. Like I’ve been starved for this. For her.
“Declan…” she moans as I seal my lips around her clit, my fingers thrusting inside her.
“Do you hear that?” I drive in and out of her even faster, the sound of her desire echoing in the room. “Do you hear how wet you are?”
Another moan is the only response I get.
But that’s not good enough. I need more.
“Tell me,” I demand. “Tell me you hear your wet cunt.”
I add another finger, stretching her even more.
“I do.”
“And why are you so wet, Claire?” I circle her clit with my tongue, my motions increasing with every second. “Does this delicious pussy need to be fucked?”
“God, yes,” she whimpers, her body climbing higher and higher.
“By who? Your friend from the bar earlier?”
“No. By you. I need to be fucked by you,” she cries out as an orgasm overtakes her, her legs shaking, body convulsing.
