Page 90 of Connectio
“Fuck, sweetheart. You keep doin’ that and I’ll blow where I’m standin’.”
Giggling around his tongue, my hands are feverish as I grab at his shoulders, face, and hair, desperate to taste, touch, and feel every part of him. I’ve never wanted anyone as much as I want him, here, now, against the wall or on the floor. It’s unlike me, but for the first time in my life, I simply don’t care.
“I’ll let you try, Will,” I say, panting as I pull away from him. “I’ll let you try to give me my fairy tale, but… we need to keep it between us, for now.”
Hesitation darkens his eyes. “You don’t want people to know?”
“Not yet.”
He pulls back a little. “Why? You ashamed of me?”
“No! Of course not.” I peck his perfect lips twice. “I just… I don’t want the pressure of other people knowing and sticking their heads in where they’re not needed. I want it to be us first. I want to get to know you, and you to know me. No interference. Does that make sense?”
He searches my face, his eyes settling on mine. “Us first, people later?”
“Yes.” My lip quivers. “If that’s okay with you.”
Letting out a surrendering sigh, he kisses the tip of my nose. “If that’s what it takes to earn your trust, then it’s okay with me.”
A wave of heat surges up my spine and bursts at my cheeks. “Good.” I grind my hips a little more. Hungry. Frenzied. A little messy. “So can we fuck now?”
He chokes. “Thought you’d never ask.”
Mashing my lips to his once again, I practically climb his body like a koala climbs a tree, his hands firm on my arse, his strides determined as he walks us to his room. My back hits his mattress moments later, and I shimmy out of my yoga pants and help him wrench my T-shirt over my head.
Will grunts, animal-like, his eyes wide as they rake my body. “Don’t let me break you, sweetheart.”
I unclip my bra. “I’m not as delicate as you think.”
Something sinister crosses his face, and he lowers his shorts, his cock springing free unapologetically.
This time, I grunt. “Shit! I take that back. Don’t break me.”
He drags his palm up and down his length, slow, purposeful, his smile lazy, then lowers to the bed and hovers over me. “Your fairy tale include my face between your legs?”
He licks my nipple, and pleasure shoots straight to my core.
“Y-Yes. Yes, it does.”
Will moans, licks, nips, and sucks my nipples some more then trails kisses down my stomach and around my bellybutton, his beard a delightful tickle. I squirm, but he holds me still before pressing his nose into the apex of my thighs and sucking in a deep breath.
I gasp and buck into him, desperately wanting more.
He growls, nudges me again and again, then wrenches my underwear aside and swipes his tongue across my skin, deliberately slow and precise.
“Oh God.”
He does it again, this time faster. The muscles in my core pull tight, and my body soars to a height I’m not yet ready to reach.
“Jesus, Will!”
Clenching my thighs around his head, I try to hold him still for fear of coming too soon, my nerve endings dancing the Carnival in Rio de Janeiro.
He looks up at me, eyes glittering before he pries my legs apart like scissors and dips his tongue once more, this time flicking my clit ferociously.
I cry out, grip the doona, and nearly rip it from the bed.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Come for me,” he murmurs, sucking, licking, and nipping while sliding two fingers inside me.
