Conception (The Wellingtons #4) - Tessa Teevan Page 0,48

his cock.

Settling in over him, I position myself to take his length, first rubbing it along my folds, spreading my wetness over him. He tries to take hold of it, but when I shoot him a glare, he settles back against the pillow, his fists at his sides. I reposition my hips, allowing the tip of him to glide into my entrance.

Paradise.

Inch by slow fucking inch, I fill myself with all that is Knox, and when he’s buried firmly inside me, I close my eyes and relish our sensual connection. I hold still, taking it all in, the way he’s stretching me, filling me, completing me.

I take his mouth, our tongues instantly tangling as I slowly start to rock my hips in a circular motion, creating the most delicious friction on my clit. Knox’s fingers trail along the curve of my spine, and I’m surprised at how he seems content at our languid pace, the previous ravenous desire transforming to a slow burn.

It’s all too much.

Yet it’s not enough.

I need more.

My eyes drift closed as I tear my mouth from his, leaning back, his cock filling me even more profoundly than before. His warm hands roam my body, cupping my breasts while he alternates between squeezing and caressing.

“This is exactly what I fucking meant when I said to mount me,” he growls, and my eyes flutter open to see him watching me with rapt interest.

I blink down at him. “Knox…you can fuck me.”

It’s all he needs to hear.

He grips my hips and holds firmly, stilling my movements. Then he lifts up, scooting back until his back’s resting against the wall while I’m securely nestled in his lap. This new position plunges him deeper inside me, and I pick up my tempo, rocking up and down as desperation increases.

Knox rams up into me. I slam down. Everything else disappears except for us, this moment. It’s not long before pleasure spreads through me like wildfire.

“Oh god, yes. Just like that. Just like that,” I breathe.

I’m on the edge.

So damn close.

Knox pulls out, holding me in place just on tip of his shaft.

“Now that I have you right where I want you, I’m not sure I’m ready for you to come yet, babe.”

If looks could kill, he’d be struck down right about now.

“Nothin’ wrong with savoring a good thing, Melia. Isn’t that what you were trying to teach me before?”

Oh, screw him for making me want to melt with one lust-driven nickname.

“I surrender!” I practically pant. “We have all summer to savor. I need to come now.”

Knox grins. He freaking grins. “My, how the tables have turned.”

This time, I’m the one to growl. I wriggle my hips, trying to work my way down on him, but his grip on me is too firm. “Less talking, more fucking. Hard, fast—just freaking fuck me.”

Mischievous eyes fill with pure lust, and I know he’s accepted the challenge.

He brings a hand to my nipple, where he twists and tugs as he starts moving in and out of me. I close my eyes while he continues to work my breasts over, and I shudder as electric currents flow through me with every single touch when he replaces his hand with his mouth. With each plunge, his pace increases until he’s plunging into me with reckless abandon. He releases my breast and moves up to cover my mouth, his tongue darting back and forth until he pulls away and burrows his face in the crook of my neck. My hand finds the top of his head, running my fingers through his hair, tugging my insistence.

“Harder, Knox. I’m so close. Please,” I breathe, and he doesn’t hesitate to give in to my request.

His hips glide forward in quick, expert rhythm with such force the headboard slams against the wall with every single thrust, but we’re too lost in our lustful haze to care.

As he brings me closer to the edge, the fire between my legs intensifies, and I close my eyes, ready for the ultimate pleasure to wash over me. Hot breath tickles my neck until his lips hover just over my ear.

“Open them, Melia,” he growls. “I want to watch you when you come.”

I comply, and my eyes meet his in a hooded, lust-filled fashion. He speeds up, plunging in and out rapidly and vigorously, his eyes on me the entire time. My hands grip the sheets as my imminent release builds. After inhaling sharply, I can’t stifle the moan that crosses my lips, and it only serves to