Page 39 of Claiming Becca

“I’m going to lick your sweet pussy until you’re ready for me,” I moan against her lips. She shudders, and her nails rake down my back. “Fuck. Yes, baby.”

Slowly I run my lips down her neck to her breasts. I glance up at her as I pull her bra down. She’s watching me as I cup her breasts in my hands. I was right. They are a handful. They’re perfect. I circle my tongue around her nipple and suck it into my mouth. She tips her head back, a moan releasing from her lips.

“Watch me as I devour you,” I instruct her. It takes her a few seconds, but she lifts her head and watches as I move to her other breast showing it equal attention. She sits up more, reaching behind her, and she unhooks her bra. I pull it away from her and stare at her. “You’re perfect.”

Leaning back down, I run my lips down her stomach until I reach the edge of her panties. Her tattoo peeks out. I glance up at her hooking my fingers in them and pull. She lifts so I can pull them down her hips and legs. Her chest is moving rapidly from the pants leaving her lips. I bring her foot up and kiss the inside of her ankle. My lips trek up to her knee, then her inner thigh. I look up at her to make sure she’s still watching. She is, very intently.

“Connor,” she whispers. I smirk and suck on the spot below where her thigh meets her hips, leaving a mark next to her tattoo. Her hands come to my head as my mouth trails closer to her pussy.

“I’m going to suck and lick you until you’re a wet mess.” She sucks in a shuddering breath. “And I want you to watch me as I do it. Understand?” she nods slightly. I push her legs further apart. Keeping my eyes on hers, I lick up her center. Her hips come off the bed, so I push them back down with my forearm.

“I can’t.” She moans, throwing her head back. I watch to see if she lifts her head back up, but she doesn’t. So I run my tongue on the outside of her pussy lips, taking my time, and enjoy watching her squirm, slowly coming apart because of my tongue. I lick slowly, teasing her lips and lightly stroking her clit. She grows wetter and wetter while my cock gets harder. I grind my hips against the bed, looking for some friction.

I continue to tease and suck. Her chest is moving rapidly, and her legs are shaking, but I won’t let her come until she starts watching me again. She slaps her hand on the mattress, finally lifting her head to look down at me. I arch an eyebrow at her. Her mouth drops open at the realization that I was serious about me wanting her to watch. I flick her clit with my tongue, and she jerks against me.

“Keep your eyes on me, and I’ll let you come.” She swallows but keeps her eyes focused on me as she grabs my head and pulls me against her. I chuckle, rewarding her with a firm swipe to her clit.

“Fuck,” she whispers. I lick and suck harder, inserting two fingers in her, hooking them to rub against her spot. Her breaths are coming out harder now.

“Oh, my god. Connor!” Her hips jerk up as I lick, suck, and rub. Her fingers are still in my hair, and she’s holding tight. She’s so wet my fingers easily move in and out of her. Her muscles tense, and then she’s coming on my tongue and around my fingers.

“Connor…” She trails off as I watch her try to keep eye contact, but as her muscles constrict, she throws her head back, moaning long and hard. Pushing away from her, I climb off the bed, quickly disposing of my pants and boxers.

Crawling over her body, she finally regains her bearings after her orgasm. I kiss her shoulder and then brush my lips against her cheek.

“You okay?” I ask her.

She hums. “Yes.” She wraps her arms around my shoulders. “Kind of wish we had been doing this all along,” she rasps out.

Chuckling, I lean back to open the drawer in my nightstand and grab a condom. I rip the wrapper with my teeth. Grabbing her hand, I guide her to put it on me. Once it’s on, I support myself with one arm and line up with her.

“Me too,” I murmur against her lips. “You ready?” I ask her, and she nods. I sink into her one agonizing inch at a time until I’m inside her.

My mouth falls to her jaw. “Fuck. You feel so good.” She makes that whine in the back of her throat that I want to hear every day for the rest of my life. I pull out and push back into her. Being surrounded by her tight heat is heaven. My mouth falls to hers, and I suck on her tongue as I move in and out of her.

Her fingers clutch at my shoulders as she moves with me. “Scratch me up, baby.” Her eyes snap open and connect with mine. I grab one leg and pull it up so she’s at a different angle. Her mouth falls open in a perfect O. My arm shakes as I hold myself up, thrusting in and out. Her midnight blue eyes stay on mine as moans escape from deep in her chest. Her nails are digging into my shoulders, and I love it.

“Gorgeous,” I breathe against her lips as I speed up my thrusts. “So fucking gorgeous.”

“Oh god!” she cries out. My tongue comes out as I lick her lips to catch every moan and cry. I move faster and harder as I feel her clench around me.

“I want you to come with me,” I instruct her. My breathing becomes uneven as I slam into her over and over again. She cries out as she begins to pulsate around me.

“Fuck!” I roar. I buck against her three more times before sinking deeply into her and coming so hard I see stars. I collapse on her and bury my face in her neck. Kissing her shoulder, neck, ear, anywhere my lips can find.

She holds me tight, rubbing her fingers up and down my spine, then tracing my tattoo. After catching my breath, I lean on my forearms and brush her hair away from her face. She smiles at me lazily as I drop a kiss on her lips. When I pull back, she sucks in a breath.

“Can we do that again?” she asks. I chuckle and nuzzle her neck.

“Absofuckinglutely.”

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

BECCA

I PULLup the monthly reports so I can send them to Bass. He asked for them early because he thinks Caroline will go into labor any day now. I swear I feel like she’s been pregnant forever. Downloading the report, I chuckle to myself. She probably feels that way, too. Someone walks in, so I look up to greet them and smile when I see it’s Bailey.

“Hey! What are you doing here?” She’s not a gym person. Instead, she’s been hiking with Julian. Although she has mentioned after what happened, she wants to take Krav Maga. She smiles at me as she walks up and leans against the counter.

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