Page 54 of Connor

Pacing back to our homes, I see her curtains still drawn, and for anyone else, that wouldn’t cause concern because it’s still early, but for Daisy, it’s odd. She loves to see the sunrise. She could’ve slept in, but the sun has been up for a while now, and it’s very out of character. For the entire time she’s been here, she’s always up early. Even on Sundays. I can’t help the feeling inside that starts to fester. Did something happen? Is she okay? I’ve never cared enough about a woman before to know how to handle the ache in my chest at the thought. My eyes scan everywhere I can think of, but I can’t find her.

I step up to her porch and knock on the door, softly at first, but as I wait, my skin tingles, something not feeling right. I don’t know why I feel overprotective of her. Hell, she’s dynamite, beautiful, funny, smart, but we’ve only just met, and I don’t know where this will all lead. But as the quietness stretches, my unease increases.

“Daisy?” I yell, knocking on the door again before I try the handle, and it opens almost instantly.

“Shit,” I murmur, my heart now racing, wondering why her door isn’t locked, and I open it a fraction to peek inside. Fear consumes me, as does anger that someone may have gotten to her. My thoughts are not rational, I know this, but I’m too far gone now to even start to rein them back in. I have morning meetings, so I should be hitting the shower and getting to work, but all that’s on my mind now is finding Daisy and making sure she’s alright.

“Daisy?” I yell a little louder, but again, nothing. I take a quick look around. Nothing is out of place, and there are no signs of a struggle, but I have no idea where she is. We’re pretty secure here at the distillery, but nothing is a hundred percent. I think about where she could be, and my chest hurts as I wonder if she’s fallen and hurt herself, hit her head, or is in pain. Those thoughts spur me on, and I stalk down the hall, checking every room.

“Daisy?” I stop short as I hear a noise, something akin to a muffle, although it’s soft, barely audible. The walls are thick in this house, with soundproofing something we invested in, due to being so close to the distillery.

“Shit. Daisy?” Slight panic takes over my tone as my pace quickens. I look down the hallway, spotting all bedroom doors open except one. All logical thinking now out the window, my brain expects to find her tied up or murdered on the bed, and I throw the door open and lunge inside.

Nothing could have prepared me for what I’m seeing.

“Connor!” she pants, her beautiful naked body splayed out on the large bed, legs spread wide, cheeks flushed, and a fucking pink vibrator in her hand. Desire thrums through my veins as I look her over, her large breasts rising and falling quickly as she starts to close her legs and grab the blanket.

“Don’t you stop,” I grit out, swallowing hard as my eyes remain glued to her. I fist my hands. The effort it’s taking me not to take another step toward her is intense. Instant relief that she’s safe now mixes with a ferocious need to have her right here and right now. I swallow hard, my heart thudding and my temperature heating. Lifting the t-shirt from my waistband, I throw it on the floor.

“What?” she pants, her body frozen in shock, no doubt, her hands still between her legs, bare pussy on full fucking display.

“Don’t you fucking stop,” I repeat, letting myself step forward. The only other sound in the room is the slight buzz of her pleasure toy.

“Oh God…” she says breathily, clearly in the moment. Her cheeks blush as she holds the blanket tight in one hand, the vibrator in the other, and she starts to cover herself.

“Don’t cover your beautiful body. Let go of the blanket, spread those legs wider, and fucking show me how you touch yourself, baby girl…” My nostrils flare as I try to take in the oxygen I need. I approach her slowly, like I’m approaching a wild or injured animal. Ready to pounce, but not wanting to scare her.

Her eyes latch on mine, and whatever she sees has her releasing the blanket. Then her knees part again, legs falling open wider. Now I’m really able to appreciate all her yoga work; her flexibility is visually delicious. My eyes drop to her glistening bare center as her hand moves, placing her battery friend back into place at her clit, and her immediate gasp has me falling to the floor, my knees buckling.

“That’s it…” I groan, my running shorts tented as I walk on my knees to the edge of the bed, closer to her parted legs.

“Connor,” she hiccups, still in shock and almost overcome by her orgasm. I can tell she’s close, her breaths rapid, her toes starting to curl, the skin of her chest flushing deeper.

“Mmmmm. Fuck, Daise,” I say, palming myself. I’m so fucking hard I can barely stand it. I have no idea what voodoo this woman has over me. But she’s fast becoming my obsession, and I barely have any control over myself when it comes to her.

“Baby girl, look at how fucking pretty you are,” I tell her, in awe of the beauty surrounded by ruffled bedsheets, her vibrant red hair flowing over the pillow.

“I need more,” she pants the invitation, and I pause. I want to watch. I want to watch her come. I don't want my eyes to leave this sight that I’ve stumbled upon, but my mouth waters. I had a small taste of her last night, but not enough to savor, and I almost growl thinking about how good it was. Now her flavor is all I fucking think about.

“More?” I ask as I move closer, swallowing roughly, barely keeping it together as I drop my shorts, peeling them off, my raging dick so hard I think I’m going to come just from the visual. I palm my length, hot and heavy in my hand, my balls so fucking full, I need to clench my jaw.

She doesn’t realize it, but the room she’s chosen to sleep in was once mine. My teenage self never predicted this scenario, though, but I’m sure I imagined it in my dreams many times all those years ago.

“Oh God, Connor…” Biting her bottom lip, her back arches slightly, equal parts frustrated by my slow movements to get to her and still so turned on that she can’t stop herself. I watch her move her toy over her clit, and every time she does, her breath catches, offering me a whimper that does something to my insides.

“You want my mouth, Daise?” I ask her, the words barely audible, my chest heaving.

“Yes, God, yesssss. Please, please, please…” she begs, just as I meet the end of the bed. I kiss her ankle, my hands running up her bare legs. Her skin is so soft, I can’t stop touching her, and I lean forward, my mouth leaving lazy kisses to the inside of her thigh. Working my way up, I put my hand on hers, pushing her toy around with her as I lower my mouth and slowly lick along her folds.

She moans, sounding relieved, as I do it again, savoring the taste of her while our fingers connect on her toy. The vibrations on her clit continue as I lick her, and her other hand digs into my hair, pushing my head down. I grin against her wetness. My girl likes my head in her pussy, which is good, because I fucking love being here just as much.

“Yes, Connor… Yes. You’re gonna make me come,” she pants, and I suck and lick as her hips start to grind over my mouth. Her pussy quivering, her hand gripping in my hair, she comes with my fucking name on her lips.

As she removes the vibrator, panting, her hands scramble to find me, and I move up, sucking her swollen, sensitive clit. She gasps as both her hands dig into my hair and scratch my scalp. My dick’s weeping for her.

“What are you doing here?” she whispers as I kiss up her body, her fucking fantastic hips, the small hill of her soft tummy, to her amazing breasts. Her hands caress my back, the feeling of her bare skin against mine almost too much for me to handle.

“I didn’t see you at yoga. I looked everywhere, and I got worried.” I tell her the truth, in between nipping at her skin, my lips unable to leave her body. As her hands move up and down my back, her nails leave a slight scratch that makes my chest rumble. We’re now both naked, my clothes long forgotten on the floor somewhere.

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