“Beg.”
I bite my smile, wanting to giggle, the sound filling my throat, but he issoserious. “Please,” I breathe.
The corner of his lips ticks up as he takes two steps towards me, his presence alone making my pussy wet and my knees weak. I crane my neck when he gets close enough to touch me, to smell him. Holding my gaze through his lower lashes, he places his warm palms on the outside of my thighs and slides the gown over my head. I shake my hair loose as he pulls the silk free from my face, then lifts the black fabric to his nose and inhales, eyes unwavering on me.
He tosses it to a chair in the corner of the room; the way he twists his naked torso displays the rippling muscles on his sides. I didn’t know humans had so many—so many tiny and large muscles all stacked on top of each other.
His gaze meets mine again. “Lean back on the bed.” The roughness in his voice sends electric shocks of pleasure through me. I drop backwards onto the bed, naked and exposed for him.
My belly trembles. “Do you…” I swallow. “Do you like what you see?”
Another lazy smirk.
He can somehow look so menacing when he wants to. I quiver on the mattress beneath his hot and heavy attention.
My eyes follow his hand as it tucks down the front of his jeans, stroking his erection up and down. I moan and rock to the same rhythm.
"Scoot backwards and spread your legs.” He pulls his hand free, leaving the flushed crown of his cock visible between his open denim.
I lick my lips and lean back on my palms, pressing my feet into the mattress. I edge one foot out at a time, moving slowly as we hold each other captive in this connection.
His eyes drop to the slit between my legs, his jaw snapping on a groan. “Don’t move. Stay right there. You’re dripping. You really are—” His green eyes lift to meet mine. “A pretty little whorefor me.”
I throw my head back and moan unabashedly, my toes curling on the mattress, fingers digging into the sheets, body blushing and exposed. I don’t have time to dwell or care. Not right now. I want all the things I’ve never had from sex.
"Beg me.” He unzips his jeans, then moves his hands away from them. “Do you want this? You can do it. Be a good girl. Beg me to fuck you.”
I stare up at him, getting dizzy from the desire radiating off him. His light brown hair is deliciously messy, matching the stubble along his square jawline. Gorgeous.
“Please.”
"Please what?”
I know what he’s doing. Somehow being dominant but not controlling. Konnor guides, holding my hand but not pulling. “Touch me.”God,don’t ask me where. Don’t make me say anything else. I send the thought out into the world, not sure if my tongue can form the right words.
My skin tingles as he comes for me, prowling onto the mattress, forcing me onto my spine with a gasp. His lips take my mouth, then devour my jaw, trailing south in a frenzy of tongue, mouth, and breath.
I melt into his kisses, no static, only sensation, trust, and warmth. I feed my hands through his soft hair as he sucks my nipple into his mouth, his hand coming up to massage the side. I can feel his hard muscles against my soft body.
Konnor groans against my breast, the sound of his pleasure making me lift my hips into him, seeking pressure. Crawling down, he stops between my thighs. His lips are on my pussy before my next thought forms, and the one after that, and the one after t-that… I close my eyes as his tongue swipes up and down—a sensation I’ve never experienced before. So sensual and wet and raw.
Intimate.
With long, slow strokes, his skilled tongue parts me, then thrusts in. I grow wetter, from him, from me, and my legs tremble around his head.
I paw at his hair, moaning. The pleasure is… It’s nothing like before. It’s… My pussy feels like it’s swelling. I curl my toes into the sheets, rubbing against his face. My body begs him to keep going.
"This…” He licks me, then shifts to introduce a single finger between my lips, sliding in to his knuckle. “Is how you deserve to be enjoyed. For dessert. With the lights on.”
He dips down, mouth locking around my clit, tongue finding the peak, bearing down on it with a relentless demand. I cry out, fingers restless in his hair, body writhing. “Please, Please.”
My head spins, my only focus the path of his stroking fingerand his eager tongue. Two sensations at once—too much sensation at once.
That’s when it happens.
Fast.
His tongue somehow curls pleasure all the way into my veins. Like a crescendo, the moment just after the ballad ends, and you fall to silence, riding the emotion of the song.
