Connor kisses my lower belly where my panties dip into a v. “Fucking perfect. Every single inch of you.”
His hands are on my body, one gripping my waist while the other runs along my torso, and up to my breasts. Softly, hebrushes the back of his fingers teasingly over my nipple. My pussy clenches in response.
Connor moves lower, tongue brushing along the edge of my panties. I use my hand in his hair as leverage to pull him back. He looks up at me in question.
“It’s not going to be that easy, baby. If you want a taste, you’ll have to beg.”
He watches me with dark eyes. “Please.”
I pout. “You can do better than that.”
“Please, Scarlett. I need to taste you.”
My fingers trail over his eyebrows, across his cheekbones, his straight nose, and down to his lips. I like having him at my mercy. I like the way he watches me, like I’m the only thing in the world.
“That’s a good start,” I whisper.
“Every day I’ve been away from you, it’s all I thought about,” Connor says. “Being able to touch you, feel you beneath me, taste you. I feel like I might die if you deny me now. Please, baby, just one taste. I’ve been starving for you for years, so desperate that I’ve half a mind to think you’re not even real.” He nuzzles my nipple with the tip of his nose before pulling it into the heat of his mouth and sucking gently. My hips buck forward at the sensation.
“Connor,” I whimper.
“Say yes, baby girl. Jesus. Fuck.Please,say yes. Put us both out of our misery.” His heated eyes meet mine. “I’ll do anything for you. I’ll spend the rest of my life kneeling before you because your body is the only thing I want to worship. Say yes.”
His eyes implore me, stare straight into my soul and demand that I say yes. Not just to this moment, but to him. To every moment that comes after this. It’s the first time I want to give up a fight this easily.
“Yes,” I whisper.
With a groan, Connor pulls me into his lap, mouth meeting mine in a kiss. I tug at this t-shirt, our lips parting just long enough for me to pull the shirt over his head. I moan at the sensation of his bare chest against mine, the sparse hair rubbing against my nipples.
His hard length presses directly against the softest parts of me and I rock into him. Connor hisses, grabbing my hips and stilling my movements.
“You promised me a taste, baby girl,” he growls.
He moves, pushing me onto my back on the rug and his hips straddled between my thighs.
“Why are you still wearing jeans?” Reaching between us, I unlatch his belt and unbutton his jeans, pushing them down. Connor kicks them off the rest of the way as he kisses my neck and down the valley between my breasts.
His fingers hook into my panties, and he removes them in one quick move, moaning at the sight of my bare pussy. Dropping to his elbows between my spread legs, he presses the flat of his tongue over my pussy, licking me all over.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper. The sight of his dark head between my legs is enough to make me come. But Connor isn’t ready for that. No, he tastes me like I’m a feast, like he truly has been starving for me.
“Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, baby girl,” he rasps over me. “I’ve been dying a slow death each day without you.”
I wish he’d stop saying things like that because they mess with my head. I want to let my body take over while I keep my heart protected and he won’t let me because he insists on talking about our feelings. Or his feelings, at least. I can’t help but notice that he’s never asked me to return them.
It’s too late to think about that because Connor is feasting on me like a dying man with his last meal. He teases and sucks,his tongue swirling over my clit. I thrust a hand into his hair, holding him to me as my back arches off the floor.
“Connor,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”
No one knows my body the way he does. He can get me to the brink of orgasm with the lightest of touches, maybe because I’m always wet and aching for him.
“I missed the sounds you make.”
Slowly, he pushes two fingers inside me, and I hiss at the stretch. I haven’t been with anyone since we broke up. Connor is slow and gentle, always careful as he fucks me with his fingers while his tongue plays with me.
His other hand is all over my body, feeling me, cupping my breasts, squeezing and kneading, all the while his mouth works me over.
“I’m so close,” I tell him, and he laughs. The sound vibrates through my clit.
