Then I lightly drag my teeth down again. Down, down, down, until I reach his tip, then I pull at it with my lips until his foreskin completely covers his head and rests in my mouth. And when my teeth gently bite down on that excess skin and my tongue flutters against it, Connor loses it.
“You’ve had your fun, kitten. My turn.” Dropping to his knees with a growl, he yanks my pants and panties down but they get trapped around my shoes.
With an impatient, “Fuck it,” he loops my trapped legs around his head and buries his face between my legs, groaning deeply as he rubs it from side to side as if scent-marking me. All he’s doing is breathing me in, but the vibrations of his growls and moans tickle my pussy and threaten to send me shooting for the stars.
“Ah!” I cry out as his tongue tickles my clit and then dives into my cunt. Hips tilted up and ankles imprisoned, I can’t move for how tightly he holds me. Ravenous, he eats me alive, nipping at my pussy lips and licking the inner folds before torturing my clit with intense, pulsing sucks. Pinned down with no reprieve, my orgasm hits me out of nowhere, and I moan his name as he forces it from me before I’m ready.
Wetness coats his face and neck as he slowly lifts up, bringing my legs with him. Reaching behind him, he works my shoes off and tosses them to the side. “Pants,” he growls.
I kick my legs to help him as he yanks my jeans and panties all the way down, then he lifts me as we switch back to our original positions again. Him in the chair and me on his lap. “Ride me,” he commands, unfulfilled lust banked in his dark eyes.
Breathing heavily from my sweet release, I obey, lowering myself down onto him.
Up and down, up and down.
His head tilts back, showing me just how far down his neck was wet with me. Hands grab my hips and help me lift before moving to my waist to hold me. “Fuck, kitten,” he swears softly, looking at the place our bodies connect. “Mouth.”
Without hesitation, I lean forward to kiss him, but he draws back from me. “Ah-ah-ah. Lick up the mess you made on my face.”
A whimper leaves me at the thought, and by the devilish spread of his lips, I know he felt my inner walls tighten around him. Riding him harder, I tongue his neck, tasting the musk of my desire and the saltiness of his skin. Up and down, I ride, while my tongue licks a path over his chiseled jawline and chin before biting at his lips.
He bites back, then thrusts harder into me. “There we go. Look at my sweet kitten, lapping at me with her little tongue. Too bad she didn’t get to drink her milk yet. Maybe”—thrust—“another time. Fuuuu...” Two more powerful movements of his hips, and he empties himself into me, holding me tightly in his arms. “Wildcat,” he rasps out against my mouth. “You’re my fucking wildcat.”
Thenextmorning,Iopen my eyes to the soft morning light but immediately lift a hand to my head and groan.
“You feeling all right?” Whispered against my ear, the soft words set my already-throbbing head to pounding. Wow. At this point, I’d almost rather puking in the toilet to this.
Burrowing deeper into the covers, I whisper back, “My head is killing me. I don’t think I can meet your family today.”
His concern is palpable as he gives me the lightest forehead kiss. “Oh, little mama. Don’t you worry about that. We can go another time.”
Another day? But Isaiah’s bookcase... “No, you go ahead. I don’t want to be the reason Isaiah has to wait. I know he’s probably too excited for you to bring it. Plus, you probably ought to go to Springwell and get that over with, too.”
“You sure you’re gonna be okay here by yourself? I don’t mind staying in with you.”
He’s such a mother hen.
I love it.
“I’ll be okay. When do you think you’ll be back?” Bringing a hand to his face, I lightly rub over his morning stubble.
“Well, if I leave in the next bit, I can probably be back by lunchtime or a bit after.” He kisses my thumb on its next pass. “I’ll bring your vitamins and a plate of something to eat while I’m gone. You want me to massage your neck? Maybe that will help some.”
I honestly don’t know if it would because this doesn’t seem like a tension headache, but even feeling as poorly as I am, I don’t want to turn down a chance to have his big hands on me. “I’d love that. Thank you, baby.” He tries to hide his pleasure at the pet name I called him, but he’s unsuccessful. With a wince, I cautiously roll over onto my stomach. “I’m ready,” I murmur drowsily.
Starting at the base of my skull, he digs in with his thumbs and just holds the pressure there. I sigh with immediate relief. After a few long seconds, he changes up his position but keeps the same method, and good God, does it feel amazing. Down my neck he goes, doing the same thing. Then along the tops of my shoulders and down between my shoulder blades.
Hovering between a state of sleepiness and awareness, I barely notice when he pulls away and gives a soft kiss to my cheek. And then I fall deeply into sleep.
I sleep.
And sleep.
Wake up for a few minutes to go to the bathroom, take my vitamins, and eat the banana slices and peanut butter he left for me.
Then I sleep some more with Toto at my back and Bagheera curled up against my belly, his purrs vibrating my stomach.
The next time I fight my eyes open, my headache is all but gone and I’m lying on my back with Connor’s head resting on me as he rubs the growing curve of my belly. His whisper is quiet, but I hear it in the stillness of the room. “Hey, babies. Did you miss me? I got back as soon as I could to take care of your momma.”
