“Is that your idea of a threat? I’m all for it, kitten, but if you sit on my face right now, I’m gonna blow my load.” I take her mouth in a claiming kiss, stealing her breath. “So, I’m going to bow before my queen and worship her with more than words.” Another kiss. “But first, you gotta let my ears go.”
Reluctantly, her hands fall away as her breath quickens. Easing my fingers under her shirt, I slide it off and toss it to the side. Now I can see what’s mine—full, luscious breasts barely contained in her thin cotton bra, the peaks of her nipples outlined in the front of the cups. And they’re only going to get bigger, right along with her belly. “Fuck, baby. You’re gorgeous. So beautiful.”
Chest rising and falling a little more quickly than before, her fingers fumble as she hurriedly undoes her jeans.
“Not so fast.” I lean on her thighs so she can’t pull her pants off. “Savor the moment, Rosanna. There’s only one first time.”
The protest forming on her lips dies away into a high-pitched moan when I gently bite the exposed curve of her breast. “Yes,” she breathes out. “God, yes.”
I grin against the mouthful of tit. Seems my kitten loves to be bitten. That’s good—because I like to bite. But I want more. I want to see these beauties in the light of day. One at a time, I grab her bra straps between my teeth, dragging them down the gentle slopes of her shoulders before reaching behind her for the clasp.
“Look at you,” I say huskily as I free her arms from the straps. “A goddess.” Thumbing her hardening peaks, I pinch lightly, letting my fingers slide off with a gentle twist.
My needy little kitten squirms with desire, then tries to take control once again by pulling my head to her breast. “Suck,” she demands hotly.
“As my queen commands.” Centering over her nipple, my mouth works in soft pulls and sucks. Her back arches in response, her fingers raking the smoothness of my head as she holds me tightly and groans out her commands.This one. Now the other. Harder. More teeth.
Pulling away even as her hands chase after me, I sit back on my heels and look at her sensuous form, the blush of desire coloring her flesh. “Seems to me I’m not doing my job right if you’re still able to talk. Up. Let’s get these jeans off.”
Fuck. When she’s just in her panties, arms loosely wrapped around herself in protection for all her brazen innocence, I harden more than I ever thought possible. There’s a wet spot right in the center of them, and it’s calling my name. I slowly pull the worn cotton material down, and at the first sight of bare skin, I bury my head between her thighs and inhale deeply. “You smell”—sniff—“so delicious. Sit.”
She comes alive at that, darting a glance behind her. “No. I can’t sit...naked,” she whispers the word as if Toto and Bagheera will overhear. They won’t, though, because I let them outside after we ate. “If I—the fabric...”
Shrugging off my long-sleeved Henley, I reach around her and cover the cushion. “Better?”
“Your chest...” Hesitant fingers reach out to trace the black Samoan design that originates on my pecs and spirals out to cover my neck, shoulders, and arms.
“What was it you told me last night? Oh, yes—look later. Now sit.” A gentle push, and she stumbles backwards, landing just where I want her. My grin looks savage, I’m sure, as I survey the treasure between her splayed legs, but I’ve waited too long for a taste. Placing one soft leg over the arm of the couch and the other over my shoulder, I spread the lips of her pussy. “Beautiful.”
Wet.
Mine.
At the first touch of my tongue, her back arches, and her hands fly to my shoulders, scrabbling for purchase. “Fuck, Connor.”
I nibble the spot where thigh meets groin. “Watch your language. Setting an example, remember?” Back to her cunt I go, circling her clit with my tongue before wrapping my lips around the little bud and sucking. Her hips jerk, but I grip her thighs tighter and use my shoulders to chock her movement. “Be still and let me eat.”
“Don’t...play with your food,” Rosanna moans.
Oh, kitten.She’s getting the everloving shit fucked out of her after this.
I devour her with rough kisses and licks. Every twist of my tongue delivering sweet pain to my shoulders as her nails dig in. Every sucking kiss sending wetness dripping from her pretty pussy.
Yeah, that shirt’s never getting washed.
Smiling ferally at her whimpers as my mouth leaves, I press a palm to her stomach and bring my other up to ease a big finger inside her warm tightness. “You’re such a good girl, making such a filthy mess on my shirt. Yeah, that’s what I want.” I curl my digit and drag down, relishing her cries. “And look at the mess you left on my face, kitten. Open your eyes and look.”
I give a warning bite to the top of her mound to get her attention. Her eyes lazily flutter open and take in the shine coating me from nose to neck, a perpetual gasp parting her lips from the sensations running through her.
“Good girl.” I reward her with another thick finger, forcing it deeper. Fuck, I wish this was my cock instead.Patience.
“Ohh,” she cries breathily. “Fuck me, Connor. Fuckmefuckmefuckme.”
“Not yet. You’re tight. So tight. And if you want this cock, you’re gonna have to show me you can take it. So show me. Fuck yourself on these fingers.”
Body tight with passion, she swivels her hips, testing the fullness. “Connor.” Her bottom lip gets caught between her teeth. “I...can’t...”
“Yes, you can. Now do it.” Hands grabbing onto the couch pillow behind her head, she begins to move. Tiny circles that morph into short thrusts. “That’s my girl. More.”
