Chapter 16 Scarlett #2
He’s looking up at me like I’m the thing he worships. Like I’ll be the reason for his salvation. Bending forward, I thrust my hand into his hair, pulling his head back to give him one, hard kiss. I straighten before he can deepen the kiss and turn around.
“Can you unhook me, please?”
I’m drawing out the inevitable and the tension between us is thickening with each passing second.
My pussy is throbbing with need, aching to be filled.
I can’t stop the sound which leaves my mouth when Connor’s hands meet my heated body.
They’re rough and calloused as he molds them over my ass and presses a kiss against the curve of one. I shudder.
With deft fingers, he unhooks my corset, placing soft kisses along each inch of exposed skin.
I let the corset fall forward and slip it off, throwing it away.
I turn slowly. This time, I’m sure Connor whimpers, biting his fist. The cold air of the room causes my nipples to pebble, but the heat of the fire is nice. As is the heat in Connor’s eyes.
“You’re a goddess of sex and beauty sent to torture me, baby girl,” he says. He’s still fully dressed and I don’t think he even realizes it. There could be a fire here and he wouldn’t realize.
“I haven’t even started with the torture yet,” I tease.
Connor kisses my lower belly where my panties dip into a v. “Fucking perfect. Every single inch of you.”
His hands are on my body, one gripping my waist while the other runs along my torso, and up to my breasts. Softly, he brushes the back of his fingers teasingly over my nipple. My pussy clenches in response.
Connor moves lower, tongue brushing along the edge of my panties. I use my hand in his hair as leverage to pull him back. He looks up at me in question.
“It’s not going to be that easy, baby. If you want a taste, you’ll have to beg.”
He watches me with dark eyes. “Please.”
I pout. “You can do better than that.”
“Please, Scarlett. I need to taste you.”
My fingers trail over his eyebrows, across his cheekbones, his straight nose, and down to his lips. I like having him at my mercy. I like the way he watches me, like I’m the only thing in the world.
“That’s a good start,” I whisper.
“Every day I’ve been away from you, it’s all I thought about,” Connor says.
“Being able to touch you, feel you beneath me, taste you. I feel like I might die if you deny me now. Please, baby, just one taste. I’ve been starving for you for years, so desperate that I’ve half a mind to think you’re not even real.
” He nuzzles my nipple with the tip of his nose before pulling it into the heat of his mouth and sucking gently. My hips buck forward at the sensation.
“Connor,” I whimper.
“Say yes, baby girl. Jesus. Fuck. Please, say yes. Put us both out of our misery.” His heated eyes meet mine. “I’ll do anything for you. I’ll spend the rest of my life kneeling before you because your body is the only thing I want to worship. Say yes.”
His eyes implore me, stare straight into my soul and demand that I say yes. Not just to this moment, but to him. To every moment that comes after this. It’s the first time I want to give up a fight this easily.
“Yes,” I whisper.
With a groan, Connor pulls me into his lap, mouth meeting mine in a kiss. I tug at this t-shirt, our lips parting just long enough for me to pull the shirt over his head. I moan at the sensation of his bare chest against mine, the sparse hair rubbing against my nipples.
His hard length presses directly against the softest parts of me and I rock into him. Connor hisses, grabbing my hips and stilling my movements.
“You promised me a taste, baby girl,” he growls.
He moves, pushing me onto my back on the rug and his hips straddled between my thighs.
“Why are you still wearing jeans?” Reaching between us, I unlatch his belt and unbutton his jeans, pushing them down. Connor kicks them off the rest of the way as he kisses my neck and down the valley between my breasts.
His fingers hook into my panties, and he removes them in one quick move, moaning at the sight of my bare pussy. Dropping to his elbows between my spread legs, he presses the flat of his tongue over my pussy, licking me all over.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimper. The sight of his dark head between my legs is enough to make me come. But Connor isn’t ready for that. No, he tastes me like I’m a feast, like he truly has been starving for me.
“Sweetest thing I’ve ever tasted, baby girl,” he rasps over me. “I’ve been dying a slow death each day without you.”
I wish he’d stop saying things like that because they mess with my head. I want to let my body take over while I keep my heart protected and he won’t let me because he insists on talking about our feelings. Or his feelings, at least. I can’t help but notice that he’s never asked me to return them.
It’s too late to think about that because Connor is feasting on me like a dying man with his last meal. He teases and sucks, his tongue swirling over my clit. I thrust a hand into his hair, holding him to me as my back arches off the floor.
“Connor,” I moan. “Don’t stop.”
No one knows my body the way he does. He can get me to the brink of orgasm with the lightest of touches, maybe because I’m always wet and aching for him.
“I missed the sounds you make.”
Slowly, he pushes two fingers inside me, and I hiss at the stretch. I haven’t been with anyone since we broke up. Connor is slow and gentle, always careful as he fucks me with his fingers while his tongue plays with me.
His other hand is all over my body, feeling me, cupping my breasts, squeezing and kneading, all the while his mouth works me over.
“I’m so close,” I tell him, and he laughs. The sound vibrates through my clit.
“You don’t have to tell me, baby.” He looks up at me from between my legs. “You think I don’t remember the way this pretty little cunt tightens when you’re going to come? The way you jerk your hips and grip my hair? I remember everything.”
He sets his mouth back on me, sucking on my clit as he curls his fingers inside me to hit that one spot which makes me see stars.
I cry out, coming in a rush, back arching off the floor as I squeeze my legs around him.
Connor doesn’t move. He continues to lick and suck so that one orgasm rolls into two.
I sob out his name. Connor kisses and sucks on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and I know without looking that he’s leaving marks on me.
I try to pull him up by his hair and he grabs my hand.
“Not yet, baby girl. You need to come at least one more time before you’re soft enough to take me,” he says.
“I hate it when you’re considerate,” I say, throwing an arm over my eyes.
“I’m sure the multiple orgasms are terrible,” he quips, lightly biting my clit. My hips buck up towards his mouth and he laughs. It doesn’t take long before I’m crying out again, coming with a ferociousness that makes me breathless.
Connor rears up to kiss me and I moan at the taste of myself on his mouth.
“See how good we taste together?” He whispers.
“I need you, Connor.” I push at his boxer briefs, which he’s still wearing for some reason. Reaching between us, I wrap a hand around his rigid length and oh, fuck. I forgot how big and thick he is. This is why I need to come at least three times before he can fuck me.
Connor’s head drops to my shoulder and he shudders as I continue to play with him.
“You’re going to make me come before I can fuck you,” he says with a groan.
With a heavy, disappointed sigh, I release him. “We can’t have you coming so soon. It’ll be hours before you’re ready to go again, at your advanced age.”
Connor’s head pops up and he glares at me. “That’s not funny, hellion. I think you can remember being fucked to within an inch of your life and not being able to walk properly the next day.”
“A year and a half ago, when you were younger,” I say.
“Seems like you need to be reminded of what it was like between us,” Connor says.
The head of his cock notches at my entrance and with one swift motion, he pushes in. I gasp, clinging to him, my hands splayed on his back, the full weight of his body resting on top of me. Something inside me breaks and heals at the same time.
I missed this, being connected to him this way.
Connor’s eyes connect with me and I see the same emotions dancing in his eyes. The feel of him inside me is like nothing else I’ve ever experienced.
“Fuck, baby girl. You feel so good.”
He puts an arm behind my knee, spreading me wider for him and oh my god, he’s so deep I’m going to feel him for days.
“Fuck, how I’ve missed you,” Connor whispers. “I’ve regretted every moment of the last year and a half and I’ll do anything to make it better. I want to keep fucking you, just like this. Fill you up until there’s no room for my cock and then lick you clean only to fill you up again. Over.”
Thrust.
“And over.”
Thrust.
“And over.”
Thrust.
“Until I’m the only thing you remember.”
The drag and push of his cock makes my eyes roll back into my head.
I’m going to have a rug burn tomorrow with the force of his thrusts but I don’t care.
I don’t care about anything other than Connor fucking me, my nails dragging down his back, marking him as mine the same way he’s marking me as his.
“Yes,” I hiss, when he hits a particularly good angle.
“I know you want to mark me as yours, hellion. Go ahead. Bite and scratch as much as you want.”
“As if I need your permission,” I snark, before biting his shoulder.
He laughs, grabbing the back of my head and holding me to him.
My hands lower, grabbing his ass and urging him to go faster. A storm builds in the pit of my stomach and I’m going to come soon. Our sweat slicked bodies move together in the perfect rhythm as if it’s been days since we last had sex and not years.
“Christ, I missed the way your eager pussy sucked me back in. Like you’re empty without me.”
Lowering his head, Connor kisses me, our tongues tangling as he pushes a hand between our tightly wound bodies and circles his fingers over my clit. I come with a sharpness that surprises me, my body clenching around his cock. Connor curses softly as the heat of his release fills me.
My head falls back, cushioned by Connor’s hand. The sound of our hard breathing fills the room.
He pulls out of me slowly, easing his body down until his face is directly in front of my pussy. His cum drips out of me and he uses two fingers to catch it, pushing it back in.
“Oh my god!” I cover my face with my hands.
“Don’t be scandalized, baby girl. Just putting it back where it belongs.”
He puts his mouth back on my pussy and I yelp.
“What are you doing?” I cry out.
His grin is a wicked thing. “What I promised, Scarlett. I’m going to lick you clean before I fuck you again.”
He thrusts his tongue into me, and I gasp.
It’s so filthy and unexpected, and it gets filthier when Connor arcs up to kiss me.
I groan as he pushes our salty release into my mouth.
He makes me come once again before he flips me to my stomach and pushes into me again. It’s going to be a long, sore night.