Page 25 of Ring Me

“Like what?”

“Perfect.”

His face became a beautiful, placid lake, free of all disturbances. There was no hint to what he was feeling. For a brief moment I worried I'd said too much. We were still getting to know each other, even within the confines of our roleplay. Maybe Conner was skeptical when it came to compliments, like I was.

He curled his arms around my body, his hard muscles colliding on my soft breasts before his mouth slanted over mine. It was a kiss that screamed You belong to me. The kind of kiss reserved for old souls woven together by love. I didn't deserve this... but I leaned into it greedily.

“My sweet little Cherry,” he groaned across my skin. The vibration of his nickname for me, Cherry, thrilled me to my very foundation. My nipples hardened in my bra, my whole body going limp with desire. I'd never wanted someone so quickly, so certainly, in my life.

I tripped on my duffel bag. “Bedroom,” I gasped, “Now.”

“Yes, Ma'am,” he growled. I began to walk but Conner scooped me into his arms, ignoring my tiny gasp. “My future wife gets what she wants, and quickly.”

Future wife. Shivering in delight, I clung to his solid neck while he rushed us to my bedroom. It was clean inside—I've always been a neat freak. He didn't turn the light on, there was enough coming from the kitchen to illuminate the lavender bedspread.

Conner set me on top, his weight creating delicious pressure on my whole body when he held me close to kiss me again. The hard tips of his fingers scooped my shirt upwards, tracing my ribs. “How did I get so lucky to land a fianceé like you?” he asked.

That reminded me we were already playing a scene. I wasn't sure if I needed to establish a new one. Would he fuck me like I was his sweet fianceé, or his filthy whore? I didn't know which I wanted. The rules were getting blurred.

“Conner,” I whispered nervously.

His mouth pressed on mine, soft lips grazing. His tongue followed the curve of my bottom lip. “Relax. I know what you want. I know who you are. Your secrets are mine, Maya. I wouldn't marry someone without accepting every part of them.”

My heart was too big for my chest. I couldn't breathe, I just stared at his vibrant blue eyes. I was right, when I'd called him perfect. He was keeping to our roleplay, but he did know what I liked in the bedroom. If I used our safe word, would it end everything, or just the sex? This was some Inception bullshit and yet... I wasn't worried. Somehow, I knew he'd do everything right. I wouldn't need a safe word with him.

“How did no one lock you down before you met me?” I whispered in amazement.

“What?”

“A guy like you should be married already.”

He looked perplexed. Had I said something that offended him? “Roll over,” he said, sitting up.

“Why?”

“So I can taste my sweet fiancee's delicious pussy.”

My clit twitched as I got wetter. I flipped onto my stomach, and before I could ask him what to do next, he grabbed my legs and pulled me to the edge of the bed. Conner knelt on the floor between my feet, his fingers slipping under my hips, undoing the button and zipper of my pants before tugging them down my ankles. In a second I was exposed in just my black panties; I looked over my shoulder at him, breathing heavily.

Conner put his chin on top of my ass, palms gripping the backs of my thighs. There was a wicked promise in his stare. When he smirked, the stubble on his jaw rubbed over my smooth ass-cheeks. “You're already wet, aren't you? I can smell it. My sweet Cherry has the hungriest pussy. But that's good, because I can't get enough of it.”

He pushed my legs wide, settling between them, kissing my left buttock, then my right. I jumped each time. His warm tongue glided over my skin, inching under the edge of my panties, then retreating. The heat built in my lower belly until I was gyrating myself against the bed, moaning without any control.

“Fuck me,” I begged. “I can't wait anymore!”

“I'll fuck you, babe. I'll fuck you until you forget your own name. But not until I'm done eating this pussy.” Slow as could be, he pulled my panties down my thighs. The air tickled the junction between my legs; then the air became hot.

He was breathing right onto me.

“Oh, Conner, please...”

“Shh,” he soothed me. Spreading me open from behind, he slid his tongue along my slit, then he kept going, lapping at my asshole. I'd always wanted to have someone eat my ass, but had never had the guts to ask. Conner knew my desires. I'd told him all of them when text was enough of a barrier to make me bold.

Licking me from my rosebud to my clitoris, he used one hand to lift my hips higher. His nose rubbed my taint as he ate my soaking pussy like he was getting his last meal on Earth.

Gasping, he came up for air. “Maya.” I opened my eyes; his face was shiny from my juices. “Where do you keep your sex toys?”

“Why do you assume I have any?”

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