Finally, it's just too much and she has to laugh. It's a rough sound, hoarse with the workout she's giving her voice over him, but affectionate. She props up on her elbows and looks pointedly down to where his fingers are playing in the slick mess he's made of her.

"Declan, babe, you've got your fingers in my twat. I'm dripping all over you. I can't stop telling you how good you feel." She grins at him and shakes her head, glad weirdly for the break from the intense emotion. "What do you think? Do I?"

Just in case he's not getting the picture and he thinks she only means his body she lifts up the rest of the way to put her arms around his neck. "Yeah," she says softly and kisses him again. "I want you, Declan. I want you."