Page 84 of That Fake Feeling
“Oh,Ilike very much,” he says, kissing his way along the top edge of the lace toward my hip, then back along the lower edge to my inner thigh.
Mylegs tremble more the closer his mouth gets to my center.
Heslips his thumb under one edge of the lace and grazes just the very tip of my clit.
Ihave to slam my hand against the wall to stop myself from collapsing. “Oh,Christ,Connor.”
“Youshould sit down.”Hisbreath is warm through the lace.
Giventhat my legs might buckle under me at any second, that’s a great idea.
Connormoves the box of food to make space for me to drop my bum to the third stair.Thenhe stands up, grabs the ankles of my pants, and pulls them the rest of the way off.
I’msitting onConnorDashwood’sstairs in just my pink underwear.It’sunbelievable and outrageous and nothingIwould ever have dreamed of doing.Andyet, somehow, some way, it’s the most natural thing in the world.
Hiseyes eat me up, all the way from my toes until they come to rest on mine.
“Evenmore beautiful.”Hedrops to his knees at the foot of the stairs. “Ifthat were possible.”
Helifts my left leg, rests my knee on his shoulder, and kisses all the way up my inner thigh.
Imelt back against the stairs, my entire body vibrating with anticipation.
Whenhis mouth reaches the lace, he tugs it to one side.I’mfully exposed to him, surrendered to him, giving myself to him completely.
Ashis tongue finds my clit,Idisappear into him.Sparksand stars explode inside my head.Myentrance is so wet, it must be dripping.
Heslides a finger inside me, then another, as he sucks my clit and massages it with his tongue.
Ripplesof pleasure rise and rise, andIknowI’llbe gone in seconds, butIcan’t stop, can’t pull myself back from the edge as his mouth and his fingers hit every perfect spot in the perfect way.
Ihear myself gasp asIgive in to it and every muscle in my body spasms, my walls contract against his pulsing fingers, andIpress my clit against his mouth.
Waveafter wave washes over me asIrock against the stairs, one hand pressed against the wall and the other buried inConnor’shair.Themagic that man is working right now knows no bounds.
JustwhenIcan’t climb any higher, a burst of fireworks erupts within me, andIcry out asIplunge over the edge into a world of pleasureIhave never known.Ihave no control over my body.I’ma seething mass of nerve endings, every one of them set alight byConnorDashwood.
Asthe waves subside andIrelax against the stairs, he slowly, carefully, slides his fingers from me.I’minstantly empty.
“Pleasebe inside me,”Imurmur, my heart still pounding, my eyes still closed.
“I’venever wanted anything more,” he says as he kisses my belly. “Waithere one second.”
“You’releaving?”Iopen my eyes to find him standing between my legs, his dick bulging under his boxers through his open fly.
“Myturn to be the responsible one around here.”Hegives me a wink as he trots off toward his bedroom.
Secondslater, he’s back, holding a foil square aloft.
Isit up straight and grab for his waistband.I’venever wanted to see a dick more in my life.
“Andmy turn for this,”Itell him, pulling down his jeans and underwear in one swipe.
Andthere it is.Andit’s beautiful.Tall, proud, strong, and thick.
Irun my fingers up both sides.It’salso as smooth as silk.
Iflick my tongue over his hot head to the sound ofConnor’slow groan and the ripping of the packet.
