“Madelyn,” I ground out in warning.
“Because that’s not what I want. What I want is for you to make me come.”
Damn me to hell and back.
Taking a firm grip on my rock-hard erection, I part her folds with the tip of my cock, pushing inside and parting her tight walls. I grit my teeth, fighting my baser instincts to plow into her and fill her in a way she’s never felt before.
“Oh . . .” she murmurs.
I hold still and circle my thumb over her clit. Arousing her. Giving her time to adjust to the idea of me.
I glide in further. My balls tighten. Damn, she’s tiny. I slowly, gently inch forward, watching the wonder on her face. Then she stiffens.
It takes all of my willpower to withdraw.
“It’s okay,” she offers. “It’ll be fine.”
I lift her and toss her up against the pillows, then pull her thighs apart. “It’s going to be better than fine,” I tell her, before pushing my tongue deep inside her.
Her hips arch off the mattress.
But I’m too far gone to care. I want her wet. I want her wild. I want her taking me entirely, and begging me for more.
I spiral the tip of my tongue across her aroused nub, then push a digit into her tightness. In and out, around and around. Crooking my finger just so and finding that sweet spot. I’m rewarded with a flood of moisture, her hands clenching the bedsheet, and her moan. Needing another taste, I switch out my finger for my tongue. My girl loves to be eaten out.
I hear someone groan, low and deep, all animal.
Shit. Fucking shit.
Her back arches, her thighs tremble, and I withdraw.
I. Can’t. Wait.
I climb over her and lay the bulbous tip of my erection against her folds. “Relax,” I say. Jesus, next I’ll be picking her roses.
“Relax. Right.”
“Better yet, talk dirty to me.” Make me forget how goddamned innocent you are.
“I don’t know how.”
“Start with fucking. You wanna be fucked, Madelyn?”
“Yes.” Her voice shakes with excitement.
“How do you want me to fuck you?” I inch myself inside of her. Better. She’s soaking wet for me now.
“With your finger. Your tongue.”
“Just my finger and tongue?”
“Your . . . penis.”
My lips twitch. “Cock. Say it. My cock.”
“Your cock, Declan. Please.”
“You imagined this? Dreamed about it?” I nudge into her a few more inches.
