“That’s right. Spread your legs and show me where.”
She wet her lips as she hesitated. Only a few beats passed before her legs fell open on the bed. He longed for rope to bind her ankles to the bedposts. He also knew if this situation got any closer to perfect, it might kill him, so it was a good thing he didn’t. Jesus, her thighs were enough to captivate him with their smooth lines, their slight quiver of anticipation. As he laid a hand on her right inner thigh, he watched her face for panic, but saw only trust. Good girl. Brave girl. His attention was arrested by the exquisite flesh at the apex of her thighs. Still wet and flushed from her shower, it begged for invasion. Begged to be mastered.
“You’re going to need a safe word, Erin, because I’m about to do such obscene things to your * with my mouth, you’re going to scream for me to stop even when you want me to keep going.” He slapped her between the thighs with his weighty erection, groaning at the sound of their most sensitive flesh connecting. “Pick a word to scream if you can’t take it.”
“Um.” He slapped her again with his cock, making her head thrash on the pillow. “S-skillet.”
Any other time that might have struck him as funny, but right now he had only one goal. Taste her, fuck her. Own her. “Look at me.” He waited until she complied. “I will listen if you say that word. I will listen and stop. Always.”
Her eyes cleared of everything but lust. “I know.”
He dropped onto his stomach between her legs and plunged his tongue inside her. Wood creaked as she screamed and begun to chant his name. His only regret was her fingers not being free to pull at his hair, but he more than consoled himself with her already-spasming flesh, the thighs that locked around his head like a vise. The knowledge that she was entirely at his mercy. Finally.
“Oh God, oh my God. I-I can’t.”
Yes you can. Recognizing the ecstasy in her tone, Connor kept his tongue inside her and added his middle finger, moving them in and out, devastating her with the smooth rhythm. Christ. The taste of her could keep a man alive in the desert. Possessiveness caught him in a stranglehold. Not a man. Him. He could live off her, the taste of her keeping him alive. Living to keep her satisfied. She was warm, wet woman. Ripe and delicious. He would never get enough. Never. But he couldn’t get close enough because her hips worked feverishly in time with her hoarse cries of his name.
“Hold still,” he commanded, crooking two fingers inside her to play with her G-spot. “I need to get my lips around your clit. I’m going to suck that little bud until you pass out. You’ve been keeping her from me, but time’s up, sweetheart. She’s mine.”
Erin started to shake, eyes going blind with her orgasm. The most beautiful goddamn thing he’d ever seen in his life. “N-no more. No more. I can’t—”
He suctioned his mouth over her clit and took a long pull. She shot off the bed, heels digging into his shoulders as she moaned. He took her ankles in his hands and held her legs open on either side of him while he worshiped the most sensitive part of her body. After she’d come once more, he gave her back his fingers and worked her hard, getting her ready to be fucked. His head was swimming with her, turned on by every lithe, desperate movement of her body. He pictured her as she was, stretched out on the bed, wrists bound as he mouth-fucked her, and it drove him crazy. His hips started to roll against the edge of the bed, pushing and dragging his cock along the mattress.
Not good enough. Nowhere near good enough. Inside her. Get inside her.
He tore his mouth away with a growl and crawled over her body. The head of his length slipped through her * and his breath shuddered out. Taking hold of himself, he was poised at her entrance when he searched her eyes. What he saw there sent him reeling. Sent him even higher.
She looked…tamed. Owned. From the sweat-dampened pillows where she struggled to catch her breath, she was a woman looking up at her master. It humbled him. It filled him with an unbreakable determination never to live without that trust from her. That trust owned him as much as he could ever own her.
“I was coming back to you,” she whispered.
A weight crushed down on his chest. In the crystal clarity of the moment, with her handing over her terror and doubt to him, to share, to repair, he knew she meant it. “I know.”
The exhilarated smile that spread across her face reached inside Connor and mended every damaged corner of his being. It mended him. Made him whole. It made him want to live forever so he could see the same smile as many times as God would allow. There was no choice before him but to press their bodies together and kiss her.