Page 23 of Secret Submission

He tilted his head like he was considering it.

“Do you want me to?”

The uncertainty in his voice made her realize he needed a little more direction. He didn’t sound necessarily interested, but he wasn’t repelled, either.

“Why don’t you try it and see what happens.” It was more a suggestion than an order, in case he wanted to back out, but she didn’t think he would. Connor tilted his head, lifting her foot up to his mouth. It was reminiscent of their first night together, with him under the table, yet entirely different.

Meeting her gaze, he kissed it right on the arch rather than the toe. With their eyes locked, there was something achingly intimate about the moment as he kissed her foot. Julie sucked in a breath as her insides quivered in response. His hot breath washed over her skin as he lifted his mouth away and moved it up toward her ankle, his lips coming down to press against the soft skin just underneath it.

Oh my.

Lifting her other foot, he turned his head to repeat the kisses, leaving the first foot resting lightly against his chest, his big hand still wrapped around her leg just above the ankle. Julie squirmed, pressing her thighs together at the unexpected tingles of pleasure that climbed up her legs.

She hadn’t expected to enjoy this as much as she did.

Some of it was the physical sensation. The spots he was touching, kissing, were far more sensitive than she’d realized they would be. A big part of it was having a huge man at her feet, kissing them so worshipfully, his hands gently wrapped around her legs… not quite abasing himself for her, but certainly putting himself in her hands.

The heady thrill of power was exactly why domination had called to her.

“Kiss up my legs,” she demanded, flexing her toes against his chest.

Connor’s eyes lit up. He reached down to move the basin to the side out of his way, then started doing exactly what she’d requested.

Again, similar to their first date when he’d gone under the table, but entirely different. This time, she could watch him, and he had room to move. It was worth watching. She almost regretted not being able to the first time. At least she was getting a do-over where she got to play the part of voyeur.

He was just so damn big, yet so gentle. So eager to please.

His mouth moved up her legs with his hands, her skirt falling back as she spread her thighs, tilting her hips forward to meet him. Soft, sweet kisses up the inner skin of her thighs left a little path of pleasure before she lifted herself up so he could take off her underwear before draping her legs over his shoulders.

The fabric of her skirt fell back, pooling around her hips, exposing her from the waist down. This time, she could see the expression on his face before he buried it between her thighs. She could see the way his eyes lit up, the hunger that filled them.

“Good boy,” she murmured as his mouth reached her pussy, leaning back on the throne to give him full access. Big hands cupped her bottom, pulling her forward a little more, her legs resting easily on his broad shoulders. Sliding her fingers into his hair, she held him in place as he started to feast, shuddering with the pleasure that bloomed so quickly thanks to his talented tongue. “Oh, yes…”

At some point, they might use the queening throne the way it was meant to be used, but right now, she was perfectly happy with what he was doing. Her toes curled, heels digging into his shoulders as his tongue moved, sliding through the slick folds, seeking out the nub of her clit. Julie cried out, moving her hips upward, her grip on his hair tightening as he explored her with his tongue.

“Oh, yes, just like that.” She gasped, arching, as his tongue circled her clit, his grip on her bottom tightening. Fuck he had big hands. “Use your fingers.”

It required shifting a little, but that didn’t interrupt her pleasure. When one thick finger pushed into her pussy, his tongue lapping against her clit while he stretched her open, it was so worth it. Julie moaned, letting her head drop back as her pussy clenched around his finger.

Thrusting back and forth a few times, he kept up his oral assault as he added a second finger.

Huge.

His fingers were huge.

Thick, long, and curving inward to press against her G-spot.

The stretch was delicious, and he knew exactly how to use them. His tongue kept moving, teasing her, as he began to move his fingers back and forth inside her, twisting and pressing against that sensitive inner spot. She could feel her climax rising, higher and higher, the need pulsing through her as her muscles tensed, knees and toes curling in response.

“Oh, fuck… Connor… more…” she demanded, and he gave it to her.

Sucking her clit into his mouth, he thrust his fingers in, hitting her G-spot at the same time, and Julie went off like a rocket. Her pussy clamped down around the digits, squeezing and pulsing as she cried out with ecstatic abandon. Her clit throbbed against his tongue, waves of pleasure crashing over her as he sucked.

The rapture swirled around her, leaving her panting and quivering, on the verge of sensory overload.

“Stop,” she ordered, patting the top of his head.

Immediately, he stopped, moving his mouth away, allowing her to slump and sigh with pleasure. Opening her eyes, she saw the concerned expression on his face as he slid his fingers from her.

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