Her hands slid into my hair, holding me there as our eyes locked. She swallowed but held my focus. “I want you.”
I know she’d said it in the car, but now we were alone, it was like a bolt of lightning to my eager dick. “Say it again,” I demanded, squeezing her hip and pushing deeper into her. “Say it when you can feel how bad I want you too.”
“I want you,” she said again, breathless and needy as she met my next thrust with a moan.
“Mmm,” I hummed against her mouth. “You know what I want?”
“Tell me,” she begged weakly, and the power trip of hearing that went to my head.
“I want to be on my knees for you,” I went on, quiet and brutal, moving to whisper in her ear. “I want you clinging to me, fingers in my hair, begging me not to stop while I fuck your pussy with my tongue.”
She made a sound that weakened my knees.
“Tell me you can handle that,” I said, pulling back just enough to look at her. “Because once I start… I’m not going to be gentle.”
She captured her bottom lip between her teeth before she said, “I can handle you.”
A low sound tore out of me, something close to a laugh, closer to a groan. “Good,” I murmured. “Because I’ve been thinking about this a lot.”
I eased her down first, setting her feet back on the floor. My hands lingered on her hips for a beat, grounding both of us, before I slid them down her thighs.
She sucked in a sharp breath as I lowered myself in front of her, her knees trembling, her nails raking through my hair, dragging against my scalp.
“Keep your hands there,” I told her quietly, not asking. “I want to feel you holding on.”
Her grip tightened immediately. I hooked my fingers into the waistband of her pants and tugged them down, inch by inch, watching her chest rise and fall faster with every movement. Her white satin panties were already damp, clinging to her skin, a confession of how far gone she was. Fuck, it made me ache more to be inside her.
A rough breath left me at the sight. “Look at you,” I murmured, more to myself than to her. I traced the edge of the satin with my knuckles, not touching where she wanted me yet. She whimpered, hips twitching instinctively toward my hand.
I moved my finger to drag down the center of her sex before hooking the material and slipping inside. Her body folded forward as I was surrounded by warmth and heat and so much desire it was leaking onto my hand already. I pushed inside her again, pumping once, twice. Hearing her moans, feeling her hands tighten in my hair was—Fuck. My teeth gently dug into the hard muscle in her thigh, and I was ready to lose my mind. Pulling the material of her panties away from her skin, I draggedthem down as far as I could. She lifted her leg, and I hooked it over my shoulder, diving back toward her.
As soon as my tongue swirled her clit, her taste exploded, sweet and addictive, just like I knew it would be.
“Oh my—”
I pulled back, and she looked down at me, cheeks bright red.
“I need you to say my name when I’m eating you out.” I grinned and stuck out my tongue, never breaking eye contact with her as I licked a stripe between her pussy and she sang a tune of moans, groans, and breathless noises all in one. “That moan was pretty, but it isn’t what I asked for.”
“You’re such an asshole,” she panted, pulling on my hair, trying to coax me back to where she needed relief.
“Say it, or I don’t move.”
There was defiance burning in her baby blues, and I reveled in it.
“Come on, sunshine, I know you want it. Just need you to be a good girl and say my name if you want to come.”
She huffed, and I pressed a chaste kiss on her hip. She melted like butter in my hands.
“Fuck, Connor, please—”
“That wasn’t so hard, was it?” I moved forward exactly where I wanted to be and added a finger, curling it against a spot that made her other leg shake and tremble.
She groaned as I sucked hard on her plump clit, her walls immediately pulsing around my fingers. I knew I didn’t ever want to stop, not until she screamed, not until she came all over my face…
“Oh, oh, Connor, fuck, fuck, I’m coming.”
I smiled into her pussy as she screamed and drenched me.
