Page 37 of Knight's End
“Well, you could tell me that it would be utterly impractical for us to make love right now. You could be practical and tell me not to go climb up on my bed naked and spread my legs for you. You could be practical and ignore me while I do this.” My hand traveled south.
He bit his lip as he watched me play with myself. “You could be practical and say we have no time for sex. You could say we need to plan for a war instead.” I leaned forward and caressed his neck. His pulse beat rapidly. Knowing how excited he was made my own desire grow.
Anticipation crept up my spine and heated my core.
I raised my hand to push back my hair, and realized my wrists still bled a little, from the peace I’d shot at Connor.
He seemed to realize it at the same moment. His hand shot forward and closed around my wrist.
“Only a tiny bit,” I said, as pink magic pulsed along my skin.
He nodded and cut it off quickly. My new skin was still pink and tender, not perfect the way Ryan might have healed it. But it would do.
Healing me had distracted Connor. I decided I needed to get him back on track. So, I grabbed his finger and sucked it into my mouth, swirling my tongue around the tip. Then I controlled his hand as I traced a lazy, swirling pattern down my chest and abdomen, until his finger touched my wetness.
His finger started to enter me.
And again, I stepped back.
But this time, after using his power, there was more fire in Connor’s gaze. His nostrils flared.
And something inside me liked it.
“Are you gonna be practical, Connor?”
Connor cleared his throat and gazed up and down my figure. But then he glanced to the foot of the bed, where Gennifer still stood, frozen like a figurine.
"What about … what about your maid? Is she frozen but sentient? Does this spell still let her see?"
I leaned forward and pressed my breasts together so that my nipples were close. I spread my legs and put my hands on my thighs, posing for him as I raised a brow. "You'd like that, wouldn't you? To think she's watching us?"
Connor swallowed hard and nodded. “But would you?”
I walked over toward Gennifer and climbed onto the bed right in front of her line of sight. I scooted backward on the coverlet, my eyes steadily on Connor’s. I slowly spread my legs. "So, we’ll let her watch." I let my hand drift down to my mound. I dipped my fingers inside to gather some wetness and rub it up over myself.
Connor groaned.
"Come closer to your queen," I ordered. I pulled my pussy lips apart so he could see how wet I was.
I leaned back on my elbows and realized my flower crown and tiara were still set in my hair. I left them there as my hands gestured for Connor to join me on the bed.
Connor's chest heaved like he had run a foot race. But I knew he was just trying to control himself, like he always did. He was trying to hold back, despite the tension I saw in his body, despite the hard dick in his hands. He stroked himself slowly, getting his voyeuristic fill.
“I’m still on edge, Bloss,” he whispered, as his hand slid up and teased the head of his shaft. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
I needed him. I needed him on top of me. I realized I’d need to go further to tempt him. "Connor," I whispered. "I want it rough.” I rolled over and let him see my ass. I looked back over my shoulder as I said, “I want you to spank me. Use that anger. And I want you to hold me down as you suck me from behind and yank my hair, then I want you to rut me hard."
“Gah!” He strode to the edge of the bed, stroking himself. "Get up on your knees. I want to watch you play with yourself," he ordered.
I rose up and arched my back so he could see my slit. I used my middle finger to circle my clit. And then I started moving in figure-eight. Pleasure mounted inside me and I laid my head down on the mattress so that I could use my other hand to pinch a nipple.
"No," Connor’s hands latched onto my ankles and pulled me roughly toward the edge of the bed. He flipped me so that my back fell to the mattress. Then he leaned forward, so his body covered mine. "Your nipples are mine." His lips latched onto the left one and he rubbed his lips against my swollen bud in gentle circles, teasing me. His lips barely touched my flesh. It was maddening. So good and yet not enough. I rubbed my gash harder and tried to arch my breast up into his mouth. But he used his other hand to hold me down.
"You said you wanted me to be mean." He pinched my nipple and then lightly smacked my breasts before reaching down and yanking my hand away from my sopping slit. "Turn over," he growled.
My mind lit up in a lust-filled haze. Connor had never given me orders. Our entire life, our entire friendship, had been based on me being a brat and him being the good-natured peacemaker who smoothed things over. I didn't know if dealing with this magical anger brought out a new side in him, but I knew I liked it.
I turned over beneath him. He held his body suspended over mine as I did. But once my ass was back up, Connor shuffled off the side of the bed and stood. He pulled on my waist so that my ass was up and facing him. Then he spanked me. He smacked my ass three times, just enough for me to yelp. Just enough for it to sting. Then he pulled my ass cheeks apart and his face dove down into my pussy from behind. He lapped at me, flattening his tongue and using long, slow strokes.
