"Declan—"
"I said you first.Alwaysyou first."
I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed and hook my fingers in the waistband of her leggings. She's soft and warm, and I take my time dragging them down her legs in one smooth pull.
She lays back for me, baring herself completely.
"And there she is."
I lean forward, inhaling her musky scent. Her pussy is pink and glistening and spread open in the low light of my bedroom like the answer to a question I've been asking my whole life.
What did I do to deserve this?
"Look at you," I growl, hooking her thighs over my shoulders as I press a kiss to the inside of her leg. "Already this wet for me. So fucking pretty, Jose."
She shivers as my nose nudges her clit. "Declan—"
"I mean it." Another kiss. Higher. "Every goddamn inch of you."
Her fingers find my hair, gripping tight.
I lean in and taste her.
"Please—"
"I've got you." I press a kiss to her inner thigh, then another, higher. "Gonna take such good care of you, sweetheart. Gonna make you feel as good as you need."
And then I lick straight through her.
Sheshattersagainst my mouth, her hips bucking up instantly, a strangled cry tearing out of her. I groan against her cunt, the taste of her flooding my tongue, and I don't let up.
I drag the flat of my tongue over her clit, again and again, fucking her with it, holding her thighs open when she tries to squirm away from the intensity.
"You have no idea," I murmur against her, "how long I've wanted to do this again."
Her hips grind against my face. "Oh… Declan."
I don't stop.
I lick her, suck her, circle her clit until she'sshakingbeneath me, her thighs clamping around my head, her fingers twisting in my hair.
"Fuck—I'm close—"
"That's it," I rumble, bringing my fingers to rub her clit. "Come on. Give it to me."
She comes the first time in under a minute, screaming my name loud enough to wake the dog. I work her right through it and don't stop, sliding two fingers inside her, curling them just right while I suck her clit, and she comes again before she's even recovered from the first, her whole body convulsing, her hand fisting in my hair so hard it stings.
"Declan—Declan, oh my God—"
I finally lift my head, my mouth slick, my chin wet with her, and I crawl up her trembling body.
"You taste so fucking good," I murmur against her lips, letting her taste what I do. "Every single time."
She's panting, wrecked, eyes glassy, but she shoves at my chest, rolling me, climbing over me with surprising strength.
"Nowit's my turn," she breathes. "I need to taste you."
AndGod,the look on her face.
