25. Daisy
25
DAISY
I don’t know who this Daisy is or where she came from, but I’m liking her. I’ve never straddled a man before. Hell, I’ve never sat on anyone’s knee either. But Connor looking up at me is giving me the confidence I need. As is his hard-on. I can’t stop touching him.
“You keep playing with me like that, baby girl, and I have no idea what’s going to happen…” He groans, thrusting his hips up a little, lifting me from the bed an inch. Baby girl . There’s that nickname again, and I almost melted into a puddle on the floor at hearing it. I thought it was just in movies. Cute nicknames that also sound hot as hell, given to you from a man who looks like he wants to own your body just like he owns this town.
“I like touching you,” I whisper, wondering if it feels like this for everyone, and all these years, I’ve been missing out. We haven’t even had sex yet, but we’re so comfortable with each other.
“I like it too. But why don’t you turn around, baby girl, and bring your fine ass to my face. Let me taste you again. That way, we can both play.”
I almost choke. He just had his head buried between my legs not five minutes ago. I still tingle where his beard teased my thighs, already wanting more.
His hands don’t stop as they run up and down my bare thighs and he watches me carefully, no doubt wondering what I will do. My heart pounds. I’ve never done a 69 before, but my body is on autopilot as I start to move.
“Good girl,” he murmurs, a satisfied smirk on his face, as I turn and his hands find my waist. He holds me tight, pulling me toward his mouth, and I shuffle down the bed, excited, nervous, and turned on all at the same time.
“Bring your pussy to my mouth. Let me eat.”
I think I almost die as his hands grip around my thick thighs, palming my ass, and he pulls my hips, doing exactly that. I rest down on my hands and knees, not wanting to put my full weight on him, but not able to stop him when he seals my front to his, and I feel his tongue lick me again.
“Ohhh…” I moan as his beard touches my clit. Looking at him hard and thick in my face, I grab on to his length, putting my lips around his tip and sucking, which enlists a deep rumble from him that vibrates onto my pussy. It feels good, so I do it again.
I take him in a little more and get lost in the moment. The two of us tasting, sucking, discovering each other. This is by far the hottest experience I’ve ever had. My body is now fully relaxed, and I take him deeper down my throat. If our yoga session yesterday was the start of Tantric sex, then this is well within the depths of it. The way we’re discovering each other, needy, but refraining almost like we know as soon as we let go, it will be explosive. Cupping his balls, I suck on the way up, hungry for him.
“Fuck, like that, Daise. Baby girl, just like that.”
I keep up the movement and rhythm as his tongue swipes across my already sensitive clit, my orgasm not far away at all. His beard scratches my inner thighs a little, almost teasingly so. Then his hands are moving, traveling across my back and up to my hair. He gathers it up, the length easy for him to hold, then pulls it a little. As he does, my head tilts back a mere inch, and his hips thrust up into my mouth, just as he licks me from my clit to my opening and flicks his tongue inside me. He does it again and again, the two of us now completely gone for each other as I feel my skin start to tingle and he thickens even more in my mouth.
“Connor!” I gasp as he latches on to my clit tight, and stars explode in my eyes as I come hard and fast. My throat relaxes as I moan, and he slides into my mouth one last time before he’s coming too. I swallow it down, my head almost dizzy with satisfaction.
I can barely move, and he’s in no hurry to move me as his hands run up and down my back again, and he peppers kisses to my inner thighs.
“Hmmmm, I should’ve had that contract drawn up weeks ago,” he murmurs, and I grin as I roll over and turn to look at him.
“Weeks ago, huh?” I ask teasingly, feeling happy, both physically and mentally.
“We could’ve been enjoying each other a hell of a lot sooner.”
He’s wanted me for a while, our push-and-pull from when we met now making sense.
“Well, we’ll just have to enjoy each other for the time we have left,” I tell him. Because whether I like it or not, I’m on a deadline here. Sure, the spa delivery project has blown out a few more weeks, so I’ll be here longer than we first thought, but after that, no more job, no more Whispers, and no more Connor.
That thought gives me pause. It isn’t like I knew this would happen and hell, we’ve only just fallen into bed with each other. It isn’t like something like this can last. We’re clearly totally different people. He probably pours whiskey on his cereal for breakfast, and mine consists of almond milk and organic quinoa. I mean, what are we now? Fuck buddies? It feels intimate, the most intimate I’ve ever been with anyone. But I can’t let my thoughts get too big. I need to remember what Trisha said. It isn’t love, Daisy, just hot, sweaty sex on his desk…
With that, I grab the blanket, wanting to shield my body, the high from my orgasm now diminishing.
“Don’t shy away from me,” he says, leaning over, his large hand skimming across my soft tummy and pulling me toward him. “I fucking love your body.” With a rumbling groan, his warm palm continues to roam over my skin, keeping me close as his words coat my insides, building back up the confidence I once lost. I look at him, his delicious grin, his eyes sparkling, and there’s no regret showing anywhere on his face. He isn’t in a hurry to jump out of this bed, even though he’s probably missing a meeting or a phone call or something. He isn’t in a hurry to get away from me, even though he’s sexually satisfied. Again, so different from any other man I’ve been with.
“Bossy in bed as well,” I murmur playfully, a lazy smile spreading across my face as I give in to this and let myself enjoy it. After all, I was touching myself to thoughts of him before he bulldozed his way in here. I may as well enjoy this fantasy fully playing out.
“Yes. Now come here and give me that mouth,” he says, and I don’t know how, but even after two orgasms, my pussy pulses. And I listen without any hesitation, kissing him thoroughly.
My sexual awakening is starting, and Connor Whiteman is one hell of a teacher.