I open my mouth to protest but he quickly shuts me down.
“Wewillbe discussing it, Tilly. But for now, let me take care of you. You’ve been waiting long enough.”
Once again, Connor pushes my knees apart, spreading me wide. His hot breath skims my skin as he lowers his head. I let out a gasp when his tongue meets my wet slit and moan when he finds my clit. I let my head drop back onto my pillow and close my eyes, focusing on Connor’s touch and how fucking fantasticit feels.
Connor uses his fingers to open me up and sucks my clit between his lips with a groan. My hips buck into his eager mouth and I get even wetter at the thought of him enjoying this as much as I am.
My cheeks flush and I feel my body tense.He’s faking, you moron.
“You’re overthinking it,” Connor says between licks. “Does it feel good?”
“Yes,” I gasp as he focuses his attention at my entrance, gathering up my arousal on his tongue and smearing it over my clit.
“Then just enjoy it.”
He doesn’t give me time to overthink this time. His face is buried between my legs, feasting on me like a starving animal, sending all thoughts but him and his magic tongue out of my head. Just when I think it can’t get more pleasurable, Connor brings a finger to my entrance and pushes it inside me.
“Connor…” I moan, my chest heaving.
“More, baby?” he asks, pumping his finger into me.
“Yes!” It comes out as a needy whine and Connor practically growls in response.
He adds a second finger and curls them up, rubbing against my inner wall, making my toes curl. He keeps a steady pace with his fingers and returns his mouth to my clit, licking and sucking in perfect rhythm. I thrust my hand into Connor’s thick hair, holding him against me as a vaguely familiar sensation starts to build.
“Fuck!” I cry, feeling myself teetering on the edge of an orgasm.
“Fuck, yes!” Connor responds and doubles-down on his efforts. “Come for me, baby.”
And I do. My body spasms uncontrollably, Connor stillworking me throughout. I cry as the overwhelming strength of the orgasm takes over my body, making my back arch and fingers grip Connor’s hair so tight I start to worry he might be left with a bald patch.
As I start to come down, Connor removes his fingers from inside me and kisses his way up my body, paying special attention to my midsection. When he reaches my face, he kisses me deeply, and I can taste myself on his tongue. He kisses me until my breathing returns to normal, and when he pulls away, there’s nothing but love in his eyes.
“You’re perfect, Tilly, inside and out.”
His words catch me by surprise. But even more shockingly, I find I’m starting to believe them. As I cuddle back into his chest, still half naked but not as concerned about it, I mull it over.
Obviously, I’m not actually perfect, but maybe I could be perfect tohim. If Connor didn’t happen to be built like a Greek God, I wouldn’t like him any less. If he slipped up or made an innocent mistake despite trying his best, I wouldn’t judge him for it. So maybe that same logic could be true in reverse?
Chapter 32
As long as you’ll put up with me
“It isn’t,” I scoff.
“Oh, it absolutely is!” Connor counters.
“There’s no way he’s going to make it.”
“Want to bet on it?” Connor’s face is full of mischief as he makes his offer. “If I win, I get to ask you anything I want, and you have to answer honestly. If you win, you can ask me. Deal?”
I consider his proposal. There’s no way I’m going to lose, and I’d like to find out more about Connor without restrictions…
“Deal,” I say, offering him my hand to shake.
Connor takes it, shakes it once and brings it up to his mouth to kiss. Still holding hands, we turn our attention to the focus of our wager.
As Connor predicted, the seagull we’ve been watching for the last half hour waddles its way through the open doors of a chain bakery and steals a sausage roll right out of someone’s hand and flies out again with its prize.
