My face flushes. I’ve never been looked at like this. I’ve never displayed myself like this, and I’m shocked at how much I enjoy his devouring gaze roaming over my naked body. I feel both vulnerable and powerful, which is confusing, exciting, and the most addicting thing I’ve ever felt.
Connor stands at the edge of the bed. He reaches between my legs and lightly strokes me there, eliciting a soft whimper from me. Our eyes lock. He says, “Stay still and be quiet,” and then slowly pushes a finger inside my slick heat.
I bite my lip to keep from moaning.
Gently he works his finger in and out, until I’m pushing back against his hand and gripping the blanket, my eyes closed. When he slides his finger over my throbbing clit, I moan.
He smacks me on the ass.
I jump, gasping.
“Quiet,” he warns, and goes back to stroking me.
Now my ass is stinging along with both my breasts. If he smacks me again, I think I’ll come instantly.
Connor goes to his knees. His big hands slide up the backs of my thighs. I feel the warm, soft wetness of his tongue tease the fold between my pussy and my thigh, and stop breathing.
His tongue caresses me, teasing all around the outside of my pussy, until finally he spreads me open with his thumbs and suckles my clit between his lips.
I cry out in pleasure, arching my back. One second later, Connor smacks my ass again.
But he doesn’t pull away. He’s got his face between my spread legs, eating my pussy while spanking my ass. I think I might die right now of sheer bliss.
I buck against his mouth. He slaps me again. It makes me moan again, and I get another sharp, stinging blow on my bottom. “Connor,” I gasp. “Please.”
“You can’t come yet,” he growls, and then sinks his teeth into my thigh.
I bury my face into the blanket and whimper.
He plays with me, taking his time, running his hands over my thighs and ass, up my spine, all the while murmuring words of adoration.
Beautiful.
So sweet, so wet.
Look at this—perfect.
God, you make me crazy.
I don’t pay attention to the words themselves. It’s the reverent tone they’re spoken in that move me, the way he’s so completely into this. Into me. It makes me feel safe and beautiful and reckless. At this moment he could tell me to do anything, and I would.
“Your cock,” I beg. “I need your cock.”
“And you’ll get it, sweetheart. But I’m not done playing yet.”
In one swift move, he flips me over so I’m on my back. My legs are spread open. My pussy is drenched. My nipples are hard and aching.
Holding my gaze, Connor slowly unbuckles his belt. He slides it through the belt loops, smiling this devilishly wicked smile, his full lips curved, his eyes heavy-lidded and hot.
A shiver racks my body. Dizzy with lust and anticipation, I wriggle my hips.
Connor chuckles. Still holding on to his belt, he unzips his pants. I see the big bulge beneath his boxer briefs and moisten my lips.
He walks slowly around the side of the bed. Leaning over, he gathers my hands in his and then presses them to the pillow over my head. He wraps his belt around my wrists, tightening the hold with a firm tug at the end.
Looking intently down at me, he whispers, “Okay?”
I nod.
“Say it, sweetheart.”
“Yes. Okay.”
He nods, satisfied, and then returns to the end of the bed. Slowly, never taking his gaze from mine, he strips out of the rest of his clothing. When he’s fully naked, his erection jutting out proudly, a drop of moisture glistening on the slit in the head, he growls, “You look fucking amazing.”
He grips his cock in one hand. With the other, he reaches down and thumbs over my clit.
I close my eyes, lost in sensation. Beyond the excruciating pleasure, I hear his voice, praising me.
“Your tits are gorgeous. Your skin is perfect. And that ass.” He softly groans.
“Fuck me,” I whisper, “Please. I need you.”
Instead of his cock, I get his mouth again, teasing my clit. My back bows from the bed. He pinches both my nipples. A shock wave of pleasure rolls through me. I moan his name.
“Fuck my face, angel,” he pants. “Come in my mouth. Let me taste you.”
My hips twitch involuntarily at his words. God, that dirty mouth destroys me.
His fingers dig into my ass as he lifts me, grinding his mouth against my core. I feel the rough scrape of his unshaven jaw against my thighs, the tug of his teeth against the most sensitive part of my body. The sounds he makes are loud and carnal, sucking and smacking, completely erotic. Moaning and rolling my hips, helplessly bound and abandoned, I ride the strokes of his tongue until I’m right at the razor’s edge—
Then he presses a finger inside me, and I come.
It’s violent, taking over my entire body. I can’t tell where it starts or ends, it feels as if it originates from everywhere at once.
I scream.
It feels so good to let go, so good to give myself over to him. I never want it to end.
Connor moans into me, encouraging me as I explode, convulsing and writhing, oblivious to everything else but the pleasure he’s giving me.