Page 125 of Connectio
“Holy shit!” I clamp his head with my thighs. “It’s past one.”
“So?”
“So I have school tomorrow. It’s the first day of term two. I’ve got so much to do and prepare.”
“That reminds me, Carly said she needs me to drop by the office and fill in some paperwork for the job I did before Christmas, so do you want me to pick you up at the end of the day?”
“Oh. Sure.”
He tries to pry my legs apart, his voice stern. “Elizabeth.”
“But….” I groan, the digital display taunting me.
“Relax. You’ve got plenty of time.”
“But I don’t. I—” I yelp when his teeth graze my knee.
“Open. Your. Legs.”
Surrendering, I let my legs fall limp, and he flicks his tongue over my clit.
“Oh Goood!”
“Thought so.”
“Shut up and eat.” I peak an eye open to see his reaction; I’ve never said anything like that before.
Will cocks an eyebrow, slides his hands under my arse, and says, “Me love cookies,” before diving between my legs and growling like Cookie Monster.
I squeal and squirm, laughing. “What are you doing?”
“Repaying the favour.”
“What?”
“Never mind.”
Holding me firm, he laps a little slower. I grip his head and rock against his face, delighting in the bridge of his nose and the bristles on his chin. Soft, hard, rough, smooth.
He moans. “That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck my tongue.”
Will tilts my pelvis, angling me higher, grabs a pillow, and wedges it underneath my arse.
“What are you doi—?”
“Preparing my breakfast.”
I laugh. “You can’t say that.”
“Yes, I can.”
“No, you can’t. I’m not a meal.”
He stops, and I wait for him to say my name like he usually does, but he doesn’t. He just sucks his fingers slowly, then slides them inside me, pumping slow before speeding up, dipping to flick, suck, and nip my clit.
Heat surges to my head, stars bursting behind my closed eyes, and I cry out and arch my back, my core clenching as an orgasm rockets through me. Will holds me down as my core contracts, his lips firm over my clit.
“Ahhh,” he growls, eyes wide, before burying his face in my arousal.
