“Declan,” I gasp again.

I think I’m losing my mind. I can’t think. I can barely breathe, and I’m pretty sure I can’t open my eyes, but I don’t care because all of this feels incredible, like I’m being swept out to sea by a riptide, but I don’t care.

Every muscle in my body is tense, and I can tell that something is about to happen, that I’m building toward a huge explosion, but every time I get close, Declan backs off. He slows down, moves his amazing tongue in circles around my clit, but he never gets me there, always stopping just before it happens.

At least, I think that’s what’s going on. What if he’s really doing the same thing, but I can’t come?

“Please,” I moan, his tongue on me again, lapping at my clit. “God, Declan, please.”

He goes faster, his breath hot on my pussy, and I’m driven irresistibly upward, circling higher and higher. My back arches, and despite myself, I grab his hair in my hands.

“Please,” I whimper, but his tongue slows to a crawl.

I can breathe again, but I still haven’t reached that peak. I’m so frustrated I could almost cry, but then I feel something else. It’s his rough fingers, stroking my lips, parting them.

His tongue still moving, Declan slides one finger inside me. Instantly, he hits that spot, the digit moving inside me, and I gasp for air.

“Oh my God, Declan,” I whimper. “Declan, that feels so good, please don’t stop. Please.”

He doesn’t but he moves with torturous, glacial slowness, slowly sliding a second finger in, stretching me gently, moving them together.

No one has ever done this to me before. Any of it. I’ve been kissed, and that’s it, and I know that this is dirty and I shouldn’t be doing it, but I can’t stop.

“More,” I gasp.

I think he chuckles, but I can’t tell. I roll my hips insistently, still desperate with desire. All I want is for him to fuck me with one more finger, find that spot inside me, fill me up and stretch me out.

And I want Declan to make me come, finally push me over that edge. I don’t even care how he does it — it’s what I need.

“Please, Declan,” I moan again, my hands tight on the sheets. “Please.”

But he doesn’t do what I want, and instead, his tongue slows to lazy circles around my clit, close but not touching me, deliberate torture. I’m gasping for air, legs spread wide, completely open to him and at his mercy.

Slowly, he adds another finger. I bite my lip, gasping with pleasure, feeling my tight pussy stretch around him, reveling in the sensation. He twists his hand inside me, and for a split second there’s a pinch of pain, but then only pleasure.

Gradually, he licks at me again, his fingers moving in the same rhythm.

Now he’s going to make me come, I think. At last.

I can’t believe I doubted that he could, but I never thought I’d be here, in this position — completely at Declan’s mercy, desperate for his touch, moaning his name and begging him for release.

Declan adds a third finger. My toes curl, and I throw my head back, arching off the bed as I whimper.

I’m walking a tightrope right now, and with the slightest movement I’ll finally fall off, have that first, blissful orgasm, but I don’t. Declan knows exactly what I’m doing, and even though I’m easily in his power right now, he doesn’t let me come.

Even though I want it, desperately, Declan doesn’t let me come.

Suddenly, he stops. He pulls his fingers out and kneels over me, still totally clothed, his eyes boring into mine with an intensity I can barely fathom.

Then, he holds his fingers out to me, touching my lips with my own juices.

I’m wide-eyed, astonished, because I don’t know what’s going on.

Is this a normal part of sex? Is this what happens?

“Lick me clean,” he orders, his voice low and commanding.

I can smell my powerful arousal on his fingers, and even though I’m unsure about this, I can’t refuse Declan. Not now, my whole body buzzing and humming. Not when every desire I have is concentrated into his form.

“Be a good girl,” he whispers, and I open my mouth.

Declan pushes his fingers inside my mouth, all at once, and the taste of myself is almost overwhelming. I suck on his fingers, licking them, swallowing my own salty-sweet juices again and again.

I can’t believe I’m doing this, I think. I can’t believe he’s talking to me this way, I can’t believe...

But I like it. Licking myself from his fingers, following his commands, I’m impossibly turned on. I think the slightest touch might send me straight over the edge and into bliss, so I lick and suck greedily, making sure to get every last sticky drop from him.

Finally, he takes his fingers from my mouth, still wet, and slides them down my body, tracing around one nipple and then the other. I can see his massive erection tenting up the suit pants he’s still wearing, and the sight of it makes me half aroused, half afraid.

Declan watches me hungrily, like I’m a steak and he’s a starving man, like he’s going to take his time savoring me. Slowly, he unbuttons his shirt, revealing a hard sculpted chest, pecs, and abs rippling in the moonlight.

I hold my breath, reaching out to touch him, my fingers moving slowly over the perfection of his body, pussy practically drooling with wetness. They land on the button of his pants, and I look at him, suddenly unsure.

But Declan just laughs.

“Go ahead, Princess,” he says, his voice low.

I unbutton his pants, unzip them, and suddenly his enormous cock springs out and I gasp. Declan takes me by the wrist and guides my hand to it, wrapping my fingers around the impossibly thick shaft.

“Oh,” I breathe.

I’ve never touched a penis before. I’ve never even seen one in person, but this is... nice.

Very nice. His cock fills my whole fist, hard as a steel rod, and as I stroke it he groans, bending over me, pushing my knees over his shoulders.

“It feels so good to finally have you touch my cock, Princess,” he murmurs into my ear. “Tell me what else you want me to do with it.”

Fuck me, I think, surprising even myself. I want you to fuck me with this as hard as you can.

“Make me come,” I whisper, unable to actually express my thought. “Please, Declan, I want you to make me come.”

He groans again, pushing his shaft through my hand, the tip brushing against my belly.

“How?” he growls.

“With this,” I whisper. “I want you to...”

I can’t. I can’t. I want to, but I can’t bring myself to say the words fuck me out loud.

“Beg me,” he murmurs.