He maintains eye contact as he withdraws his fingers and then delves his tongue deep into me instead, making my body arch up off the mattress. I grip the sheets as he slowly withdraws only to plunge back in, fucking me with his tongue while his thumb circles my clit with devastating precision, using my piercing to make it feel even more intense. The dual sensation has me writhing beneath him, my body already tensing as an orgasm starts to build.

“You taste so fucking good, hummingbird,” he murmurs against my wet flesh. “So sweet and ready for me. Spent all night dreaming about this, but nothing is as good as the real thing.” He slides two thick fingers inside me to replace his tongue, curling them to hit that perfect spot while his tongue flicks rapidly against my clit. “I could stay down here all day, making you come on my tongue over and over.”

God, he always knows exactly what to say. He can get me off with his dirty words just as well as he can play my body with his hands and mouth, as if he’s perfectly in tune with me and all of my trigger points. Each stroke of his tongue, each curl of his fingers is precisely calibrated to drive me wild.

“Look at you,” he whispers, his hot breath teasing my sensitive flesh. “So fucking beautiful when you’re about to come for me. You are, aren’t you?”

I nod, still holding his gaze just like he demanded, and satisfaction flashes through his eyes. He increases the pressure of his tongue, drawing tight circles around my swollen clit while his fingers pump steadily inside me.

“Give it to me, hummingbird,” he commands, his voice low. “Let me taste you. Come all over my fucking face like a good girl.”

As if unwilling to wait another second, he wraps his lips around my clit and sucks, and the sharp burst of pleasure hits me so hard that it sends me soaring over the edge. I release the sheets and wind my fingers in his hair again as I come, my body bucking against his mouth as a ragged cry tears from my throat, my pussy clenching around his fingers in pulsing waves.

He doesn’t let up, drawing out my orgasm until I’m trembling and gasping his name like a prayer.

“Declan,” I moan, tugging at his hair when the sensation becomes too intense. “Oh my god.”

When it’s over, he lifts his head, smiling up at me, his hair a mess, his lips and chin glistening with my arousal. The possessive look in his eyes as he deliberately licks his lips makes my spent body perk back up again, and I shake my head at him, laughing breathlessly.

“You’re an animal,” I tease.

“Your animal,” he corrects. “And lucky for you, I’m a gentleman too.”