I’m going to drag this out.
I’m going to savor it.
This won’t be the frantic, mindless fuck we had last night; this will be one where we’re both fully conscious of what’s happening. Fully aware of the consequences yet still doing it despite them, or maybe because of them.
This won’t be fifteen years of pent-up anger and frustration pouring out.
This will be real.
I lick along her seam again and flick the tip of my tongue lightly across her clit, and her startled cry is enough for me to wish I wasn’t so damn determined in that regard tonight.
My cock throbs to be inside her, to experience that hot, tight clasp around it again. The zipper of my jeans digs in where it presses against it, and I shift my hips to try to alleviate the strain as I slide my hands under her ass to hold her steady, to keep her where I want her.
Because Raven will always try to take control.
It’s how I knew she wouldn’t come up here with me willingly, but she is going to come against my mouth tonight. Hopefully, more than once.
I slowly probe my tongue inside her as deep as I can. Her nails score along my scalp, her hips rolling up against my face. The harsh stubble must be abrading her sensitive thighs, but she doesn’t seem to care, seems to only want more.
“Connor, please.”
Fucking hell.
The way she begs…
This isn’t a woman who begs for anything.
Ever.
She demands it and she always gets what she wants.
Yet in this moment, she’s putty in my hands. She’s mine to unravel as quickly or as slowly as I want to. I’m in control of her pleasure and how she gets it when I haven’t had control over anything, even myself in months.
It’s a heady sensation, knowing the strongest, most independent woman I know needs me, needs what only I can give her.
I slide my hand up her bare thigh, my breath catching at the way goosebumps trail in its wake, and slip a finger deep inside her quivering cunt.
She gasps, instantly clenching down around it with her tight heat. A hiss slips from my lips at the sensation, remembering what it was like last night to have that wrapped around my cock.
But that has to wait.
I push in another finger and curl them both up, deep inside her into that spongy spot that has her crying out and arching into me.
“Fuck! Right there!”
That desperation in her voice…
Fuck.
I grin against her flesh as I flick my tongue over her clit and set to work, my rhythm slow and measured. Not the harsh, demanding pace she wants to force her into a quick release. I work her up until she’s quivering under me, until her body is clasping around my fingers, her head tips back and her mouth opens with her labored breaths, and I suck her clit between my lips.
Her entire body jerks up.
I slide my arm from underneath her, up across her pelvis to pin her down, to hold her there, to make her accept the pleasure, and when I finally graze my teeth across her clit, she comes.
Hard.
Her orgasm consumes her, and she releases a cry so loud, so harsh that it’s a wonder she doesn’t shatter the glass in the old windows.
