Page 38 of Grind
Then I wait, one beat and then two, starved for the oxygen that only he can offer.
“Ava,” Again my name sounds like a prayer, like an exultation as it crosses his lips.
Finally, I give in to my desire and slide my hand up his thigh. He closes his eyes and tilts his head back. I press closer to him. “I haven’t slept well since I saw you last, Connor. Can you take me back to your place? Where it’s safe?”
His eyes snap open and he leans over, kissing me fiercely. My arms wrap around him, sliding my fingers through his hair, moaning into his mouth. “Please?”
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Ava
We barely make it into his apartment before I finish pulling his coat off. He locks the door and then pins me against it, his large hands on either side of my head. His huge arms flex, and a deep, hot coil in my core tightens in response at the promise of what’s to come.
“Ava,” he whispers, pressing his body tightly against mine. “Are you sure?”
Slowly sliding my hands up over his broad, muscular back, my fingers trace the line of his spine. He shivers in response, and I love knowing that my touch can affect this powerful man.
Standing on my tiptoes, I lean toward his ear and whisper softly. “I want you to fuck me.”
“Jesus wept,” he curses, sliding my coat down my arms and pulling off my shirt over my head in an expert move. Eagerly, I grab at his belt and unzip his pants. Sliding them all the way down, I run my hands up his legs, snaking my fingers in the waistband of his boxers and tugging them down over his fully erect cock.
That desire, that confidence, that strength. I want it. I want him.
We lock eyes as I run the tip of my tongue over my lips and he groans. His eyes take on a hooded, heavy-lidded look. My panties melt at the thought of wrapping my lips around that hard length. More than anything in this moment, I want Connor to feel how much I want him and to show him that I can bring him to his knees with pleasure.
But first, I’ll have to get onto mine.
“I want you in my mouth.”
His breath escapes in an almost primal growl.
Kneeling front of him, I look up and get lost in his oceanic eyes. Dark and hooded with desire. The hunger there sends waves of hot desire trailing down my body. Without breaking eye contact, I take his length in my mouth, as deeply as I can. His big cock slides over my lips and he tastes so good. My tongue works the ridge under the edge of his cock, and he makes desperate sounds and he fists his hand into my hair urge to me on. Wet heat pools between my legs as I suck him, loving how I’m able to make such a strong man come undone.
“Fuck.” He groans and then pulls me off of him.
Murmuring his name, I reach up to touch his cock. My tongue flicks my lips and my eyes hold his. Curious and coquette. Temptation and tenderness.
“Baby, I’m not going to last much longer if you keep that up.” His voice is ragged, his control giving way to show how turned on he really is.
Wrapping my fingers around his rock-hard shaft, I stroke him gently. The steel beneath my fingers bucks, demanding attention.
“You mean this?” I say. Huge blue eyes meet mine, fire flaring.
His hand closes around my wrists and moves them above my head, while he strips the rest of my clothes off. Pants, bra, panties—till nothing’s left.
Hungrily, his eyes roam over my naked body, starting at my face and sweeping down. Huge hands slide around my waist, down my hips, and under my ass. Easily, he lifts me over his shoulder, carrying me straight to his bedroom.
“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world, Ava,” his voice is rough with desire.
My nails scrape down over his back, leaving faint red marks on his fair skin. He might have me over his shoulder, but I want to mark this man—this man that I love. Love. I don’t know if I’m ready to say it, but I’m ready to show it. Here. Now. Urgently.
With one hand he clears objects off the top of his dresser, sending them crashing to the floor, and lowers me onto the top. The cold wood is a shocking sensation to my bare skin, but I barely have time to think as he pushes my legs wide apart. Gasping, I claw at his hair as he buries his face between them.
Connor licks me from top to bottom. His strong hands wrap around my thighs, holding them open as the intense sensation makes them want to jerk shut. He doesn’t stop, his tongue lashing my core relentlessly. His hand slides closer and begins teasing my clit with the tip of a finger—his touch feather light. Crying out, I want more, pressing harder against him. He holds me back with his free hand, continuing to torment my clit with his caresses.
“Connor.” I’m begging, too hot and too desperate to care. His tongue slides deep inside me, and I pull my fingers through his dark hair. It feels so fucking good and this rogue is in no hurry to give me the release that I’m demanding.
“More!” He strokes my clit firmly, once, twice, but then goes back to gently teasing me. My pussy is so wet, I’ve soaked the wood of his dresser by now. The firm pressure alternates with light touches, working a perfect rhythm and I feel myself growing closer. Closer to the edge.
