Page List Listen Audio

Font Size:  

“Brittany.” My eyes snap up to his. Connor blinks several times. He looks conflicted, and I can’t tell if I’m pushing things too far or if he’s desperately trying to refrain from pouncing all over me. It’s a toss-up, but I’m hoping for the latter.

“I want you,” I whisper, attempting to convey in those three little words just how much I need him. That must have been exactly what he was hoping to hear because, in the blink of an eye, our positions are switched. Connor is hovering over me, his delicious body pressing me into the mattress.

“I want you, too,” he says, brushing a strand of hair away from my face. “So much.” My body is vibrating with sexual energy, and without thinking, I tilt my hips, silently begging for him to take me. Connor sucks in a sharp breath. Gripping my hips, he grinds against me. “No.” Running his thumb along my bottom lip, he shakes his head. “This time, I’m controlling the pace.”

Sitting back on his haunches, Connor slips his fingers under my shirt and slides it up my body. I lift my upper body just enough for him to pull it off. He flicks the clasp of my bra and the cotton material falls from my heavy breasts. His eyes flare at the sight of my naked chest. “So fucking sexy,” he rasps, tugging my bra off. He kisses the swell of each breast. “I’ve been dying to get my mouth on you again—and I will—but first…” Connor’s words trail off. His eyes drop, and then he slowly peels my pants off, along with my underwear.

My eyes stay locked on his. Watching him watch me is the most intense sensation ever. I didn’t think it was possible to be more turned on than I was just seconds ago.

I was wrong.

Running his hands from my knees to my ankles, Connor lifts both of my legs, opening them in the process. He kisses one calf and then lowers my leg before repeating the process with the other.

My knees are bent and I’m completely open to him, feeling sexier now than I ever have. “Please,” I beg. Lifting my hips, I urge him to touch me.

“No begging,” he says. Then he gives me exactly what I want. One long finger pushes inside of me and my eyes roll back in my head. “I’ll give you whatever you want.” Connor shifts lower on the bed and I peel my eyes open, a little shocked at his admission. “Haven’t you figured that out yet? I can’t get enough of you.” His lips trail along the inside of my thigh, his eyes trained on his finger as it slides in and out of me. His mouth is close enough to join in the torture, but it doesn’t.

“Are you watching?” he asks, not taking his eyes off my pussy long enough to check for himself.

Hell yes, I’m watching.

The moment is way too sensual and I can’t seem to form words. Connor adds a second finger, pushing it deep inside of me. When he curls them both in a come-hither motion, my body coils tight. “I bet I could make you come just like this. You don’t even need my mouth,” he says, his voice thick and heady.

He’s a dirty talker.

Oh, God. That’s my weakness.

“What do you think?” he asks. Pulling his fingers out, he twists his wrist and pushes his fingers back in, only this time with a bit more force.

“Connor.” I know, it’s not the most clever thing to say, but right now my brain is mush. The only thing I can concentrate on are his fingers and the way they’re hitting that swollen spot way down deep. “Please.”

“What did I say, pretty girl? No begging. What do you want? Tell me and it’s yours.”

I squirm beneath him, pumping my hips in rhythm with his hand. Tiny sparks of pleasure shoot through my body. Tossing my head back, I squeeze my eyes shut. “More. I need more.”

“More of what?” he growls. “Tell me what you need.”

“Your mouth. I need your—Oh, God. That. That’s what I—ahhh.” Connor’s tongue pushes inside me at the same time I thread my fingers in his hair and hold him against me. His tongue swirls and lips suck, and when he slides a finger through my wet folds, finding my clit, I nearly lose it.

Connor glances up at me under thick, dark lashes. “Gorgeous,” he mumbles. Wrapping his lips around my clit, he sucks—hard—before nipping at the swollen bud. And that’s all it takes.

My body spirals out of control, my thighs clenching tightly around his head. Connor’s glorious mouth doesn’t stop. Instead, he rides out the orgasm, licking and sucking relentlessly until I’m nothing but a big pile of loose limbs.

“I don’t even have words for that.” Dropping my head back on the pillow, I revel in the feel of Connor’s body as he crawls on top of me.

“Open your eyes.” It’s a gentle command, and one that I’m more than happy to follow. When I lift my lids, Connor’s face is mere inches from mine. His mouth is glistening, a lazy smile stretched across his face. “There aren’t words for that. Watching you come, watching you lose control…it was the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed. I want to see it again,” he whispers, then presses a kiss to my lips before sitting up.

Leaning across the bed, Connor grabs a condom from his nightstand. He rips open the foil, pulls out the condom, and slides it over his throbbing erection. As he lowers himself on top of me, he asks, “Do you want this?”

Is that a real question? “Yes.”

“Say it,” he says, his eyes imploring mine. “I want to hear the words.” Connor squeezes a hand between our bodies. His fingers find my clit, which is still swollen and throbbing, and my hips buck off the bed. Then he grinds against me, his erection sliding between my folds. Rocking his hips, Connor slowly pulls my body from its sated state. In a matter of seconds he has me writhing against him, desperate for a second release, and even more desperate to feel him inside me.

“I want you.” My throat is dry from panting and my words come out scratchy. Gliding a hand down his back, I squeeze Connor’s ass.

Dropping his face to the crook of my neck, he finds my ear. “Do you feel how hard I am? That’s all you. Do you want my cock inside you?”