“Yeah, I just applied the finish a few days ago, so I just need to drop it off to him. You wanna come with me tomorrow? We can stop in Springwell and then head to Amos and Mercy’s.”
My lips curl up on the edges as my fingers trace his nipples over his shirt. “Of course. I’d love to meet your family.”
I feel him hardening against my lower half as heat blackens his dark brown eyes. “Woman, you touch me like that, you’d better be prepared to follow through.”
“Follow through?” Boldly, I walk my fingers down to the band of his jeans and lightly dip them under the waist. I feel like a brand new woman with him, free to express my sexual desires and knowing I won’t be rebuffed or rushed. “Who says I was looking to start anything?”
A heavy warning wraps around his raspy voice. “Kitten...”
I love that he calls me pet names. And I’m soglad he doesn’t seem to want to call mesweetheart. Ugh. I never want to be called that again. Circling my fingers and sliding lower, I reach the band of his boxer briefs and scratch my nails back and forth on his smooth skin. Taking a quick glance around, my eyes land on exactly what I need—a chair. “Come here.” Pulling him by the waistband, I drag him to the chair and push him down.
“Mhmm. So, this is how you seduce me.”
“Do you have a problem with it? You’re not going to be a blushing virgin, are you?” I nudge his legs further apart so I can stand between them.
“Blushing virgin? Cute,” he growls. “Now you come here.” Firm hands on my hips gently yank me closer. Close enough for him to bury his head in my breasts and nip at me through my clothes.
I selfishly hold his head to me, the sensations sending me reeling, but when his hands sneak under my shirt, I push him away. “Oh, no, you don’t. It’s my turn. I’m on top.”
Folding his hands behind his head, he smirks and runs his burning gaze over me. “And just what do you want to do with me, kitten?”
“Everything,” I breathe out. And I mean that. I’ve been dying to get a closer look at his dick to see what it’s like with that extra bit of skin, wondering if it makes the head more sensitive with it being covered up most of the time. My mouth waters at the thought of tasting him. Starting with his shoulders, I drag my hands down to the hem of his shirt, then lift it up. “Off.”
His big shoulders shrug his shirt aside, and his beautiful tattoos come into view as the material slips up. It’s cold outside, but nice and cozy warm in here. Throwing my legs over his, one and then the other, I seat myself and reach for his nipples, thumbing the soft skin until it pebbles. “Are they sensitive?”
Hooded eyes watch my fingers, then lazily caress over my breasts to meet my gaze. “Yep,” he says in a deep, dark voice.
Interesting. His chest, so massive and chiseled, rises and falls in steady breaths. “So you like it when I do this?”
A hiss hits the air as I drag the edge of my nail over a hardened peak. Hands that were hanging loosely by his sides now grip my ass, fingers digging in. “I do. I like it harder, too. A sweet bite of pain to complement the pleasure.”
I softly pet both nipples before lightly pinching them. “This?”
“Harder,” he grunts, eyes magnetized to mine. Oh, God. That’s so hot. Without looking down, I pinch tighter and grind a little against the cock poking my ass. Another hiss breaks through his clenched teeth as his head falls back, exposing his corded throat. “Fuck.”
I love it. Mouthing his darkened nipples in a soft kiss as I let them go one by one, I slide back and work at his pants so I can get to his cock. There it is, so big in my hands. A long, slow stroke has him groaning deeply, and a gentle scratch of my nails over his balls has him cursing again.
“Rosanna,” he bites out darkly, legs involuntarily jumping inward to protect his precious jewels even as his cock twitches.
Laughing, I fall against his shoulder and press a kiss to his neck in apology. His head falls to the side as I move down, occasionally raking the nails of one hand over his chest while pumping his hardness with the other. When I can go no further because of the way I’m sitting on him, I drape my arms around his neck and hover my lips over his while I trace small circles on his shaved head. “Can I suck you?”
His cock jolts against my core, answering me before his mouth ever does. “Kitten, that answer will always be yes. But”—he sobers up as he looks around—“not in here. There’s nothing soft enough for your knees.”
I nip his earlobe. “Switch places with me. You stand, and I’ll sit.” Before the words fully leave my mouth, his arms hold me close as he stands and pivots to place me in the chair. Someone’s eager.
And, just like that, my confidence takes a dive. I’ve only ever been with one man before him, and it goes without saying that my sex life during that time was a little lackluster. Mustering back some of my boldness, I slip his jeans and briefs down around his ankles. Connor wants me, I know he does. I want him, too. And that’s all that matters.
Peering coquettishly at him through my lashes, I pull him towards me by his hips and nuzzle his erection with my face. “You’re so big.” I slide my hand, watching his foreskin cover his tip on the upstroke and then reveal it on the down. How cute. “Is this sensitive, too?” My pointer finger rubs tiny circles in the precum over his slit.
His fists clench at his sides before he tenderly combs a hand through my tresses and firmly palms my head. “Yep. And it’s dying for your mouth, kitten. Give it a little kiss.”
I trail my lips over his length, pausing occasionally to place sucking kisses on him. “Do you like teeth here, too?” Surely not.
Connor doesn’t wince. In fact, his heavy cock lurches upward. “Sometimes. Not biting, though. Just a scrape or two over the—fuuuck...”
Ever so gently, my teeth drag along his firmness, tripping over the prominent veins feeding his erection. When I reach his cockhead, I wrap my lips around it and suck hard, mouth pumping in tandem with my hands. His big hand tenses, stimulating my nerve endings as his fingers flex in my hair.
Turned on beyond belief, I’m more than a little wet as I pick up the pace. Sucking here, licking the underside of his tip, palming his balls and rolling the soft orbs between my fingers as soft curses leave his lips in broken syllables. Pulling his foreskin down as far as it will go to expose his shiny cockhead, I open my mouth wide and let him slide in as far as he can.
