Page 64 of Whiskey Wednesdays

His eyebrow arched. “Do I?” He leaned in and ran his hands down my shoulders, then cupped my breasts.

His hands felt so good. My breath sped up and I leaned into him, grabbing his forearms to steady myself.

“I want to touch you too.” I started tugging on his shirt.

Leaning in, he kissed me long and hard, then started walking me backward. “I don’t have the patience to play tonight. I need to be inside you.”

I felt the backs of my thighs hit his mattress. He let go of me and I pulled his shirt over his head, revealing his sculpted torso and vivid tattoo. I ran my hands up and down his chest, then latched onto his jeans.

“Greedy little thing, aren’t you?”

“Uh-huh. Now help me take your pants off. I want to see all of you.” I tugged and pulled at his top button, but my hands weren’t cooperating.

He took over and stripped the rest of his clothes off. When he pulled me into his arms, the feel of his skin on mine sent lust skittering through me, and I gasped out loud. Melting into him, I pulled his head down for another kiss.

Then Connor stepped back and put his hand on my chest, pushing me back onto his mattress. I tumbled back, letting out a surprised laugh.

Grinning, Connor crawled on top of me and ran his hand up my thigh to grip my hip. “I’ve had several extremely raunchy fantasies about you sprawled naked across my bed like this.”

My legs moved restlessly. “You feel so good.”

He sat up on his knees “Lay back and spread your thighs. I want to see your sweet little pussy.”

I blinked. Embarrassment and need spread through me. Laying back down, I took my time spreading my thighs. He studied me there, then palmed my vagina.

“You have the prettiest pussy. I bet you taste like honey.”

I whined softly. He bent over and kissed my navel, then licked and kissed his way down my hips. When he reached my core, he used his thumbs to pull my folds apart.

Bending his head, he licked me there, long and slow.

“Mmm,” he hummed, running his tongue along his bottom lip.

I arched up and cried out. “Aw, God. That feels so good.” My mind struggled to process words.

Connor bit me lightly on the inside of my thigh. “Why are you telling God? You need to tell me.”

My eyes closed when he burrowed in and licked and sucked me hard. My toes curled to tight points, and my hips arched up to give him a better angle. When I started shifting restlessly and got close to coming, he slowed down and backed off.

“Connor, God. Please.”

He grinned and watched me from between my thighs, licking his lips again. Then he slowly pushed two large fingers inside me, his thumb rubbing my clit. I threw my head back and cried out.

He reached up and pinched and pulled on my nipple. “Eyes on me, Bella. I need to see your face when you come for me the first time.”

I could barely register his demand. My stomach tightened, and my insides felt swollen and needy. But I opened my eyes and looked at him.

He slowly moved his fingers in and out of my vagina, then pressed in as far as he could go. His thumb rubbed against my swollen, sensitive clit. Then he backed off, drawing out my pleasure and frustration. He was too good at this.

“You’re fucking beautiful, with your legs spread wide for me and your breasts flushed and heaving.”

“I want to come,” I whispered in a needy voice.

“I know you do. Your perfect pink nipples are hard as glass. Play with them for me.”

My face flushed even hotter, but I slowly raised my hands and cupped my breasts.

He nodded. “That’s it. Now pinch and roll them for me.” He started rubbing my clit with his thumb again.

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