“Remind me who this pussy belongs to,” I murmur as I grasp for air.
“Someone who managed to get a ring on my finger.” Her voice strains as she pieces a sentence together.
I still my tongue on her pussy before retreating my head back.
Hadley giggles, and with her face flushed and highlighted from the lanterns, I’m only wanting to devour her even more.
“Say my name,” I grit out in demand because I hate leaving her pussy unsatisfied.
She touches herself with her finger and my eyes have a full view of Hadley playing and ensuring I watch. Her finger swirls where my tongue just was. “Hmm… I think my pussymightbelong to this guy I kind of woke up with.”
“Hadley,” I snarl with an uncontrollable grin.
“Connor,” she says matter-of-factly. “In this moment, my pussy is allyours.”
“It always was.”
Her hips buckle from the work of her finger. “Debatable.”
I shake my head and growl before I push her hand away and continue on my quest. I don’t ease her into her oncoming orgasm; I lick that spot and repeat over and over until she’s convulsing on my mouth. I don’t stop even when she’s shaking. I continue to lick her relentlessly as her body pulses and she curses my name. Only when I feel her weaken do I finally move back to enjoy the view of her body completely spent, with a drowsy smile curling on her lips. I help slide her pants back up before I dip my mouth down to kiss her, knowing she’s tasting herself on my lips.
Ignoring my dick that wants to break free against the fabric of my jeans, I take the high road. “Should we swing by Jolly Joe’s for a sundae on the way home?” I pretend the last few minutes didn’t happen, just to rile her.
“Was I not your dessert?” She throws on a pout for effect.
“Not even close. I need you swallowing me, before you insist I come inside of you so you can watch my come drip down your thighs, then you take your finger and swipe it up into your mouth while I watch you suck it all off. That’s dessert.”
Her jaw drops open, and her eyes grow into saucers. She has no clue the dirty thoughts I harbor for her.
Reaching to my side, I pick up my wine and take a sip before getting cozy on the blanket and welcoming her back in my arms, because I’m a fucking gentleman.
* * *
Walking back into the house,I don’t understand why Hadley is so quiet. We laughed some more while we looked at the stars and talked about wanting to visit Iceland or Norway. By the time it was midnight, we realized that ice cream wouldn’t be in our cards and instead drove home on the dark roads with good music playing in the car.
Maybe I should have been concerned that she didn’t say much in the car, but a permanent half-smile was glued to her face when she occasionally glanced my way.
But as we walk into our bedroom, she seems stressed.
She pivots to face me and points a finger to confront me. “I detest you!”
What the fuck is this turnaround?
“No, you don’t, but enlighten me. What have I done now?” I scratch my cheek and remain calm, ignoring the whiplash that I should be experiencing.
“You were romantic and giving and everything I shouldn’t enjoy.” She seems angrier with herself than anything.
My lips quirk out as I step closer to stand off with her; we’re good at this. “That’s a bad thing?”
“Yes! I shouldn’t let you have it so easy,” she nearly squeals.
I take hold of her wrists by wrapping my hands around them. “Are you making it easy? Because we have two very different interpretations.”
The spark in her eyes is beautiful and promising.
“You should have to work harder, but…” Her lips roll in, and she appears frustrated, yet her demeanor is folding.
I raise a brow because victory is mine. “Uh-oh, was someone affected by my date planning?”
