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“Mercy,” I say gruffly. “Hattie, you have the most luscious ass I’ve ever seen.” I reach out and run my hands over it, unable to stop myself. She wiggles in my grip and I chuckle.
“Turn around,” I demand, voice pitched low.
She turns without hesitation and I take another minute to appreciate the view of her from the front.God almighty.I step forward and kiss her again—hard, tongue thrusting against hers in a tangle of desperation, teeth clashing, her nails digging into the skin of my arms where she grips me so tightly, like she thinks I’ll disappear if she doesn’t hold on to me.
I’m going to lose my mind before the night is done. One of her hands moves from my arm, snaking between us and fumbling with my belt buckle. I grasp her wrist to halt her.
“Eh, eh, eh,” I tsk quietly before biting her lower lip, drawing a desperate, almost animalistic moan from her lips. “Not your turn yet, Hattie.” She inhales softly at that, eyes blazing, and I kiss across her jaw and down the delicate column of her throat, before dipping my head to her breasts. I place soft kisses across one swell before flicking my tongue over her jutting nipple. She cries out and bucks her hip forward, digging her fingers into my hair. I do it again, twirling my tongue around and around, until she’s squirming. I grin before taking her nipple between my lips, sucking lightly.
“Ah!” she yells, “Fuck!” I trail a hand downward, running my fingers along the silk of her panties. She thrusts her hips towards my hand, silently begging. Another time, I mightmakeher beg…and the thought of Hattie begging for me to touch her, of hearing her tell me exactlyhowandwhereshe wants my fingers or my tongue makes my cock fucking throb to the point of near-pain, but that’s for later. Right now, I want nothing more than to give Hattie anything and everything she wants. I thrust my hand beneath the material and dip a finger between her lips. I groan around her nipple.
“So fuckingwet.” The words come out low and rough with need. She merely moans in response and I move my head to her other breast as I spread her moisture upward, rubbing the pad of my finger over her clit.
“Oh God,” she whispers, legs already shaking.Oh baby, I haven’t even started yet, I think with a wry grin. I keep up my torture, moving my finger around and around until she’s writhing, and then I slide a finger inside. She moans, fingers tightening in my hair, nails digging into my scalp. She’s fucking soaked and tight as hell and God I could come right now. I need to taste her, want her on my tongue so badly I can’t think of anything else. I kiss down her stomach and remove my finger as I fall to my knees in front of her. As sexy as the thought of her in nothing but these heels is, I need her out of them for now.Don’t want her turning an ankle when her legs give out in a few minutes. I smirk at the thought. I reach down and unclasp the strap around one ankle, gently lifting her foot to slide the heel off while she grips my shoulders for balance, then repeating the process.
I lean in and plant a soft kiss on her left hip and then meet her gaze as I hook my fingers in the strings resting on her hips and tug her panties down. She bites her lip as she watches, and staring up at her from this angle, knowing what I’m about to do to her, seeing the blatant want in her eyes is possibly the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I somehow tear my gaze from hers long enough to look at my prize.
Fuck. Me.
Smooth skin; glistening lips; a small butterfly tattoo on her hip; her legs quivering with anticipation—this can’t be real. I must be dreaming or hallucinating or something.
“You know,” I whisper, running my hands up the outside of her thighs, “Rizzo said you looked good enough to eat tonight.” I look up and meet her eyes. “I couldn’t agree more.” Her lips part on a soft gasp and I lean forward to get my first taste of Hattie.
“Fuck!” she cries as I run my tongue along her pussy. My eyes slide closed in utter bliss. God, I’ve imagined this, thought about it alone in my bed more times than I care to admit. Going down on a woman has always been something I've enjoyed doing, butdear God, I could do this all night. She feels so good on my tongue, tastes so fucking good, and I want to taste her forever. The way she moves, the way she moans, it’s so damn sexy. Over and over, I lap my tongue along her drenched pussy before flicking it over her clit, circling before sucking gently.
“Oh God…Connor…holy shit…”
“Spread your legs,” I whisper. She obeys and I hike one of her thighs over my shoulder, opening her wide to me and giving me all the access I need. I lean back in, licking in earnest, doing everything I can to drive her crazy, but changing things up when I sense she’s on the verge. I want this to last. I need this to last. God, I don’t think I’ve ever been so turned on. She digs her nails into the back of my head and grinds her pussy against my face. I fucking love it, but I need her still, so I pin her hip to the wall with one hand, gripping the thigh on my shoulder with the other, forcing her legs open even wider. Her muscles tremble and I can tell she’s close again.
“I…oh God, Connor, don’t stop.Pleasepleaseplease.” I glance up her body and see her head thrown back, eyes squeezed shut in bliss as she pants, her chest heaving.
“Hattie,” I say in a low voice. Her lids spring open and she glances downward, sweat beating across her forehead. “Eyes on me, baby.” She gasps quietly, looking surprised and confused and maybe a little bit shy, but also incredibly aroused. “Remember, you tell me if any of this is too much, yeah?” She swallows hard but nods slowly, biting her lip. I smile a slow, sensual smile.
“Then,” I say again, lacing as much sensuality as I can into my voice, “Eyes. On. Me.”
I slowly lean back towards her, keeping my gaze locked on hers to see if she obeys. She does and I hold her gaze as I lick her pussy, long and slow from the bottom of her opening all the way to her clit. She whimpers and her breath catches, but doesn’t break my stare.
“Good girl," I whisper.
“Oh God.” Her eyes fly wide and her expression is…bewildered? Has no one ever said those words to her before? Is she surprised that she likes it? Because I have zero doubts that she does by the way she’s writhing, the way her eyes seem to burn with desire. I’ve always been a talker, so I keep going, testing to see what she does or doesn’t like.
"Watch me while I eat your pussy, Hattie. Watch me while I make you come on my tongue.”
“Fuuuuuck,” she breathes, but the look in her eyes tells me that she’s ready to play. Oh yeah, she’s definitely down with the dirty talk. The thought floors me and I smile as I set back in, licking and lapping and sucking, and all the while, she watches raptly, and I can’t stop myself from reaching downward and stroking myself over my pants. God, my cock is throbbing, I want her so fucking badly.
“Mmmm,” she moans as she watches me stroke. I arch a brow and she bites her lip, giving me one of those half sheepish-half sultry looks. So, Hattie might just like to watch, too. One more thing added to my mental file, one more thing added to the mile-long list of things I want to do with her. Her expression changes to one of shock and near-ecstasy as I release her hip and thrust a finger inside her while I lick her clit.
“God, yes, Connor! Yes, yes, yes. Just like that…oh God…” I add a second finger, curling them forward as I move them in and out and suck gently on her clit. “OhGOD!”She screams and I can feel her orgasm ripping through her, can feel her pussy clenching my fingers in tight pulses. I groan and remove my fingers, quickly replacing them with my tongue. I want to taste her climax, want her to ride my tongue through it.
"That's right, baby,” I nearly growl against her flesh. “God, you taste so fucking good."
Her eyes slid shut in the midst of her orgasm, but now she pries them open, watching me again. It’s so fucking hot I can barely stand it.
“Co-Connor,” she whispers between panting breaths. Her legs are trembling and she feebly attempts to push my head away. I could make her come again, but there are other things I need more, so I pull away, kissing the inside of her thigh where it still rests over my shoulder, before gently placing her foot back on the floor. I stand before her, tracing my thumb over her bottom lip.
To my surprise and supreme delight, she throws her arms around my neck and slams her lips to mine. Some women don’t like kissing after that, which is totally fine, but it’s always been a bit of a turn on honestly. She goes up on her tiptoes and I run my hands down her sides, over her hips and then lift, urging her legs around my waist. Then, I’m walking us towards the bed, lying her back and following her down, settling my body over hers.
Chapter Eighteen
