Down and Out(54)

He leans down and kisses my shoulder. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I do, I’m just. . .” Nervous. Scared.
I look down as his hands roam over the pale skin of my thighs. He’s not even trying to coax them open, but his inaction has me slowly opening them anyway. Declan’s not like any other guy I’ve met. He really would be okay with me putting the brakes on this and getting redressed. He’s bossy and arrogant, sure, but he would never try to guilt me or force me into this if I really wanted to stop.
That alone has my legs opening until he’s standing between them. And instead of going straight for the finish line, he continues to skim my calves and my thighs while pressing a sweet, almost chaste kiss to my lips.
“I’ll make it good for you, I promise. Just lean back and let me take care of you, okay?”
I find myself nodding as he kneels in front of me, placing kisses along my inner thigh while his hands grip the outside of my legs. Slowly, and a bit reluctantly, I let go of my shirt and expose myself to him.
“Thank you,” he murmurs against me, working his way up until I feel his hot breath on my newly exposed skin.
My whole body tenses in anticipation, but not in a good way. I have to fight off the urge to push him back and cover myself as flashbacks threaten to overtake me.
Declan seems to sense my anxiety. “Stay with me, okay?” He presses an open-mouthed kiss to my thigh as his finger brushes my clit. I jerk at the contact before he settles into a steady, circular rhythm that has me gripping his hair as my breaths come faster. “That feels good, doesn’t it?”
I nod as his mouth moves higher, kissing the apex of my thigh and all around it, and then his tongue is on me, replacing his finger. I gasp and grip his hair tighter as his mouth envelops me, my eyes squeezing shut so tight I see little dots behind my lids.
His stubble grazes my thigh as he makes love to me with his mouth, and when he pushes a finger inside me, I fall back onto the warm pile of towels behind me. This is what it’s supposed to be like. This is what women rave about.
He hitches my legs over his shoulders, spreading me wider as he leisurely licks and suckles me. Pushing a second finger into me, he grazes that magical spot on my front wall with every pump. In and out, in and out. . .
“You’re mine, Kitten. This * is f*cking mine, and I will do this every goddamn day to remind you if I have to.”
His voice almost comes out as a growl and reverberates against me as his fingers f*ck me harder, faster. All I can do is manage a breathless, “Okay,” as I rock my hips against his mouth and pull his head toward me, like that can somehow fuse him to this exact spot on my body.
I’m more than content with him doing this every day.
Lifting my head, I look down my body and watch him as he works me over. Dear God, the sight of his tongue and all my wet flesh. . . I moan and try to spread myself wider for him, feeling that familiar tension start to settle in my limbs.
“Baby, you should see it from down here. I’ve got a f*ckin’ beautiful view.” Declan locks eyes with me, then sucks me into his mouth. My breath catches as I squirm under him, but his free hand’s got me pinned in place. When he finally releases me, my breathing’s ragged and my whole body feels like a tightly strung wire that’s about to snap at any second.
My hands release his hair and trail up to my breasts, palming them through my shirt. My nipples are so hard they almost ache, and if I could just tease them a little, then maybe I could tip myself over the edge and spiral off this impossibly high cliff.
“Fuck,” Declan rasps against me. “Are you trying to make me come in my pants?”
In-between panting breaths, I swallow. “No, I’m trying to make me come all over your mouth.”
He groans against me and the little vibrations, coupled with the thrust of his fingers and the flick of his tongue, pushes me off that cliff as I explode from the inside out. I cry out, shocked by the force of the orgasm ripping through me. It locks my muscles into place, my hands threading into his hair once again as he doubles his efforts. I vaguely hear myself calling out his name, my hips rocking against him as my stiff body slowly turns to jelly.
It feels like I’m floating, and I’m afraid I might never come down.
Declan’s absolutely right—he will ruin me.
He eases off until he’s lapping at me like a kitten with a saucer of milk, his fingers casually sliding in and out of me. My fingers idly play with his hair, running through the longer fringe draping over his forehead, as I smile up at the ceiling. “Best first kiss ever.”
Declan kisses my thigh, his breathing ragged as he rests his head against my leg. “Damn straight.” He pulls himself up and hovers over me, that cocky smile of his a thousand times brighter as he stares down at me.
Oh, God, not the dimples. . .
I bite my lip, trying to keep from smiling back at him, but he stops it for me when he leans down and seals his mouth over mine. His tongue slips out and teases my lips before pushing into my mouth. I can taste myself on him, and that erotic bit of knowledge has me groaning as my core—still spasming from that toe-curling, name-forgetting orgasm—clenches and gears up for round two.
“See how sweet you taste?” he murmurs.
My only response is to fist his shirt and kiss him back fiercely.
His hips settle between my parted thighs, the rough denim of his jeans brushing my sensitive skin. His straining cock prods me, and I reach between us to free him.
Abruptly he breaks away, stilling my hands as he drops his head to the hollow of my neck. “Slow down, baby. I don’t have a condom with me.”