“You are,” Connor promised as he pulled back so that he could trace her slit with the tip of his tongue. “Tell me to stop and I will,” he semi-lied.
He would stop, eventually, but right now, he was enjoying himself too much to really mean it. Making love to her with his mouth was one of the most pleasurable experiences that he’d ever had. He’d be honest and admit this sort of thing normally wasn’t one of his favorite things to do for a woman. It was usually something he did for a woman he’d been dating for a while and he only did it when he could no longer pretend that she was the one that he wanted. By the point that he was willing to do this for a woman, it was out of desperation.
No matter what any of his old girlfriends thought, he’d tried. God, how he tried to feel something for them, to want and need them, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t. No matter what they did or said, he could never get past the fact that being with them felt wrong. For the longest time, he’d lived in denial and fear as he tried relationship after relationship, but nothing changed.
When he was younger, he hadn’t cared and never bothered trying, going from one woman to the next had made little difference to him. Over the years, things changed, he’d changed, and he’d wanted more in his life, but no matter what he did, nothing changed. He’d dated some wonderful women that would make any other man drop to his knees and thank God that he was alive, but not him.
He hadn’t been able to return their feelings and it just about killed him when he couldn’t force himself to love them. He could easily think of five of his ex-girlfriends that would have probably given him a good life as they grew old together, but he hadn’t felt anything for them. He couldn’t love them. Hell, he couldn’t even get it up for them without thinking about the woman currently running her fingers through his hair as she urged him to continue with soft little moans that had his cock jerking in appreciation.
This was the woman that his body craved day and night and it would accept no substitutes. It was something that he’d have to worry about, but later. Right now, he was going to enjoy the freedom to touch her. Whatever happened later, he’d deal with it. Right now, nothing else mattered but the woman moaning his name.
“Stop,” Rory said, panting hard as she tried to catch her breath.
Stopping was the last thing that he wanted to do, but he did. He wasn’t an asshole and would never force a woman to do anything that she didn’t want. It was a struggle, but he somehow managed to pull away from her.
As soon as he made a move to go to her and make sure that she was okay, Connor found himself shoved onto his back. By the time the movement registered in his mind, Rory was already climbing over him and gripping his cock by the base as her pert little ass wiggled above his face. He didn’t waste any time in raising his face to continue lapping at her slit as his arms wrapped around her body, holding her still.
“So much better,” Rory said on a throaty whisper as she stroked his cock.
When she ran her tongue from the head to the base, his hips jerked up in response. When she wrapped her lips around the tip and lightly suckled, he swore that he saw God. As his head hit the bed, he brought her down with him, too greedy for her to stop.
Her hard nipples brushed against his stomach, back and forth as she moved her mouth over his cock, taking it as far as her talented mouth would allow while she rode his mouth. He gripped her ass, restraining some of her movements so that he could slide his tongue in and out of her core to mimic what she was doing to his cock.
He ran his tongue slowly between her slit, loving the moan Rory released around his cock. What she was doing to him felt fucking fantastic, but what he was doing to her was life-altering. As they both took their time licking, suckling, and nibbling, the only sounds that could be heard in his room were moans, groans, and whispered pleas never to stop.
A loud cry escaped her lips as she struggled to continue giving him pleasure, but she couldn’t. She just couldn’t take it any longer. With another strangled cry, Rory released him from her mouth and was forced to rest her head on his hip, less than an inch from the large erection that she’d been worshipping only seconds earlier. Her body tightened as her back bowed, seconds away from what she already knew would be a powerful orgasm.
She bit her lip as she pleaded with her body to hurry before he stopped and she knew that he would stop. He hadn’t yet, but in a few seconds, he would realize that she’d stopped pleasuring him and he would demand that she continue. Men could be selfish jerks, Rory thought as she licked her lips hungrily.
Just when she thought that he was finally going to stop, he didn’t. Oh, no, not even close. His arms tightened around her, holding her securely against him as he devoured her and there really was no other way to describe what Connor was doing to her. It felt good, so good...too good.
She tried to pull away, but he refused to give her an inch. Her good hand clenched into a fist, gripping the soft comforter in a death grip as a scream of pleasure like nothing she’d ever heard before ripped from her throat, taking her breath away. The surge of pleasure that rocked her body left her boneless and barely able to softly cry, “Stop,” as Connor continued, making her body prepare for another orgasm that would no doubt kill her.
“Shhh, baby, it’s okay,” Connor said soothingly as he pulled away and gently rolled her off and onto her back where she lay panting as her over-stimulated mind tried to figure out what just happened.
Connor hadn’t stopped, hadn’t demanded that she continue pleasuring him or thrown a fit. Instead, he did everything that he could to make sure that she enjoyed herself. Why did he have to keep confusing her? Rory wondered as Connor lay by her side and pulled her into his arms. He gently brushed her hair out of her face as he pressed a tender kiss against her lips all while the proof that he hadn’t found any relief pressed against her hip.
“Are you okay?” Connor asked, giving her another one of those tender kisses that she was really starting to like.
“Mmmmhmmm,” she sighed happily as she found herself leaning in and kissing him. More than okay, Rory thought as she wondered just what else the women in town had lied about. Clearly, someone had lied about his aversion to kissing and foreplay, but now wasn’t the time to worry about that. Right now, she couldn’t think past how good he made her feel, how much she wanted him, needed him and suddenly nothing else mattered but them.
Connor growled in approval as he returned her kiss and his cock brushed against her sensitive skin. She reached between them as they took their time kissing and when she found what she was looking for, she didn’t hesitate in running her hand over it. She couldn’t remember enjoying the way a man felt in her hands before. The hot, silky skin that covered the large erection felt incredible and she realized as she took her time running her hand over him that she wasn’t in a rush to finish this.
She’d done this for most of her boyfriends, well, the ones that she’d become intimate with, but she’d never really enjoyed the act. It was difficult to enjoy something when all she heard were complaints or aggravated groans. Then again, when she usually did this sort of thing for a man, she didn’t usually enjoy it, but with Connor, she was finding herself aching all over again for him.
It shouldn’t be possible, especially not after the incredible orgasms that he’d just given her, but she couldn’t help it. The sexy little growls he made every time her hand skimmed over the large head had her shifting her legs as she tried to ignore the need growing inside her until she couldn’t ignore it any longer.
They were both breathing hard, the kiss becoming more aggressive as Connor reached between them and cupped her between her legs, careful not to get in the way of what she was doing for him. She tried to be good, tried to stay still, but the second that he ran one long, thick finger between her folds, she was lost. She shifted her legs, desperate to give him more access. He growled approvingly as he slid his finger inside of her, matching the way she was moving her hand over him. She knew that if they continued like this that they’d enjoy it, but she wanted more.
Unable to wait another minute, she released him and hooked her leg over his hip. With a gentle nudge, she had him turning over onto his back. He removed his hand from between her legs so that he could wrap his arms around her and take her with him, which was more than fine with her.
Better than fine, actually.
Praying that he didn’t change his mind about letting her take charge, desperately needing him to keep that promise, Rory shifted back, rolling her hips with the movement. When she slid over his erection, they both groaned long and loud and when she moved to do it again, the large tip of his erection came to rest at her core.
“Are you sure?” Connor asked against her mouth.
Was she?
