Page 51 of All Autumn
Her eyes opened, and she stared straight into mine. “Please taste me. There, are you happy?”
“Deliriously.” I swallowed a smile at the glitter of irritation in her eyes. She was anticipating my mouth on her, wanted it, but she needed to learn that anticipation heightened the senses, fueled the desire. I flattened my palm over her mound, and damn if her damp panties didn’t have me almost throwing my lesson out the window.
“Here? Do you want me to taste you here?”
“Connor,” she wailed.
I swallowed another smile. Instead of giving her what she craved, I crawled over her, holding myself above her. “Oh, I’m going to get there, make no mistake. But I think I’ll start here.” I kissed the tip of her nose. “And work my way down. What do you think of that plan?”
“I think you’re a cruel man, Connor Hunter.”
“Trust me, that’s not what you’re going to be saying soon.” I covered her mouth with mine. What was it about kissing this woman that had me thinking I could do it forever? She grabbed ahold of my waist and tried to pull me down. When I refused to budge, she slid her palms over my stomach and abs, then to my ass, and tried again.
There was no place I wanted to be more than nestled into the vee of her legs, but we were playing by my rules tonight. And maybe she didn’t realize it, but her heavy breaths and her moans into my mouth gave her away. She was loving it.
I kissed my way to her ear. “Anticipation, Autumn,” I whispered, then lifted my head and looked down at her. “It’s a good word. Means a feeling of excitement about something that is going to happen. The longer you have to wait for it, the better it will be.” I trailed my tongue down to the valley between her breasts. “Promise.”
She tangled her fingers in my hair and pulled hard. “You’re meanandcruel.”
I pinched her nipple as punishment. A low moan rose from her throat. “Panties off.” For the next ten, fifteen minutes I kissed and nipped and tongued every inch of her body, not satisfied until I had her screaming my name as she shattered.
With the taste of her on my mouth, I crawled back up her body and kissed her hard. “Are you liking our word for the night any better now?” I asked after pulling away.
She pressed her lips together, refusing to answer, but her dilated eyes and heaving chest betrayed her.
I laughed. “Beautiful and hardheaded. You hate admitting I’m right. Don’t move.” I rolled over, shed my boxers, and then reached into the nightstand drawer, grabbing a handful of condoms, dropping all but one on the table. Autumn watched me put it on, her eyes going liquid again.
“Have you thought of us together?” I asked, moving over her.
“Yes.”
“You’ve imagined how it would feel to have me inside you?” At her nod, I said, “Don’t just nod. Tell me.” I lowered my body, covering her. “Don’t ever feel shy about saying what you want, Autumn.”
She grinned up at me. “I never would have guessed you’d be so talkative in bed.”
“I’ll talk all night long about the naughty things I’m going to do to you as soon as you tell me what I want to hear.”
“I’ve thought of how it would feel to have you inside me ever since the first time you kissed me.”
Rewarding her, I slid halfway in, choking back a moan at how good she felt. “That’s a long time to be thinking about me”—I pushed a little farther into her heat—“doing this to you.”
“I know.” She lifted her hips, urging me deeper. “I couldn’t get you out of my mind no matter how hard I tried.”
“Did you think about me late at night when you were in bed and couldn’t sleep?” Damn, she felt good.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Did you touch yourself, imagining it was my hand touching you?”
She whimpered when I thrust fully into her.
“Did you, Autumn?” I said when she didn’t answer.
“Yes.”
“Good girl.” I began with slow strokes, letting her get used to me. She was so incredibly tight, felt so insanely good, and this first time wasn’t going to last long. But we had all night. I never expected that I’d lose myself in her, and as I made love to her, our bodies joined, our eyes locked on each other, a stray thought flittered through my mind.This is where I belong. It was there long enough to make me freeze for a moment, and then she moaned and cried out.
“Connor!” she said, my name a rasp of their two syllables. And then she shattered in my arms.
