Page 54 of Kiss and Tell
He quickly returned to his ministrations, this time using his lips and teeth and tongue as well as his fingers. He sucked on each nipple in turn, then bit down. I inhaled sharply as a spike of pleasure shot through me. He licked to soothe the bite, then went back to my lips.
I returned the kiss, but the bite of his teeth into my sensitive flesh, the delicious hint of pleasure-pain, had sent a shock through me. My fog-addled brain shook itself off long enough to screech at me.
What the hell do you think you’re doing?
I knew exactly what I was doing.
I was kissing the man who offered to buy me a drink after I’d spilled mine all over him. I was kissing the man who bantered with me about my stuffy blouses. I was kissing the man who showed me glimpses of the anguish he felt over losing his old life.
I was kissing the man who set fire to my body, and right now, that was the only thing that mattered.
Connor ran his hands down my bare back, the rough scratch of his fingers making me shiver. He reached the zipper of my skirt and played with the tab before dragging it down. The metallic grinding sound was loud against the backdrop of our heavy breathing.
I lifted my hips long enough for him to pull my skirt down, over my ass and under my thighs until it, too, fell to the floor along with our other discarded clothes.
I was now left only in my panties. Connor was still wearing his jeans. I found that unfair. I reached for the button, ready to pop it open.
Connor stilled my hand with his. I pulled back from our kiss, confused.
“Do you not want…?” I trailed off.
“You have no fucking idea how much I want this.” His voice was hoarse and thick with desire. “Wrap your legs around me.”
I squeezed my thighs around his hips. He lifted me up easily and swiftly crossed the living area. He kicked open his bedroom door and we fell onto the bed together.
Connor kissed his way down my body, from my lips, to my neck, to the swell of my breasts, and lower. He left a trail of kisses along my stomach, past my belly button, until he reached my panties.
I let out a shaky breath as he hooked his fingers under the elastic. He didn’t pull yet. He looked up and met my eyes, questioning without words.
I nodded.
He tugged down and, just as I had with the skirt, I lifted my hips to help him ease my panties down. I was left completely bare. Crawling between my legs, he spread me open with both hands. His gaze was transfixed on my very core, his thumbs tracing a line up and down my inner thighs.
“I’ve been thinking of tasting you for weeks,” he murmured.
I didn’t have time to feel self-conscious or embarrassed, because in mere seconds he darted forward and sucked my clit into his mouth.
I let out a shriek, my head thumping back against the mattress. My hands balled into fists as he used his lips and tongue to toy with me, licking, circling, and flicking lightly.
It felt so good; too good, almost more than I could take. He played with me so expertly it was as if he knew exactly how to drive me crazy.
My thighs trembled as I tried not to squeeze down and smother him. Every muscle in my body tensed and relaxed in time with his movements.
I was close. So close. I just needed a little more. I tugged on his hair furiously.
“Connor,” I moaned urgently. “I’m— I need—”
He slid two fingers inside me, crooking them forward, and I came with a cry, stars exploding before my eyes, back arched and mouth open as I gasped for air. He worked me through it, never stopping.
When I finally flopped back on the mattress, I lay there, trembling and jerking with aftershocks. I distantly noticed Connor leave my side and I let out a mumble of protest, but he quickly returned, settling himself between my thighs again.
A hard, warm length bumped against my leg. The texture wasn’t as soft as I would have expected, and I realized he’d disappeared for those few moments to roll on protection.
Connor returned to devouring my mouth, his kisses fierce and full of hunger. But he didn’t make a move, didn’t do anything except kiss me. My insides were aching and wet, throbbing with need.
Still heaving for breath, I dug my fingers into his back and squeezed his hips with my thighs.
“Do it,” I breathed.
