His Off Limits Best Friend - Vivian Wood Page 0,44

Sam caught his eye and held it as she bit into the juiciness. It was at the peak of ripeness, and the sweetness ran down her chin.

Before she could react, Connor wiped the juice from her jaw and brought his hand to his mouth. He licked the juice from his thumb and put the tray aside.

She leaned into the kiss before she was even certain it was happening. His hand cupped her chin and controlled her. With her head lifted toward him, his lips were on hers and she could taste nothing but the sweet berry.

When his tongue slipped between her lips, she let out a moan. Her back was arched, her chest pressed up against him. Connor’s hand found her thigh instantly. He explored the stretch of silky skin, and slowly moved higher. He dragged out every moment.

Sam slid his jacket off his shoulders hungrily while he grabbed her thigh and draped it across his lap. His hand traveled higher as he kneaded and squeezed every part of her leg.

When he reached her hip, she felt him search for her underwear and she laughed into his mouth. “Nothing there,” she said.

He grinned and squeezed her ass as he pulled her on top of him. As she straddled him, she could feel his hardness between her legs. She was already wet, but couldn’t help grinding against him. Even through his trousers, she got a hint of what that girl had meant by “built like a horse.” But Sam was so turned on, it no longer intimidated her.

Connor’s mouth moved from her lips to her jaw and traveled to her neck. The heavy jewels of the dress’ neckline stopped him. With one hand—the other still firmly on her backside—he reached behind her and unhooked the neck of the dress. It fell quickly around her waist and exposed her breasts.

A part of her felt suddenly shy, but Connor held her at arm’s length to admire her. “You’re even more beautiful than I imagined,” he said.

His hand snaked below the folds of the dress, which was now solely held against her body at the waist, and he bolstered her up above him so her nipples met his mouth. She felt his fingers digging into her cheeks, dangerously close to her opening as the warmth of his mouth consumed one nipple and the next.

Sam whimpered as she felt her nipples harden against his tongue. She wanted desperately to be lowered, to be able to rub herself against his hardness again, but he kept her firmly poised inches above his lap.

She squirmed, and his hands that clutched her bare ass shifted closer to her center. His fingers spread her apart. The ache of emptiness was unbearable. “Fuck, you’re wet,” he told her between sucks on her nipples.

“Stop teasing me,” she said, frustrated.

“Is this what you want?” he asked as he lowered her back down. Instead of letting her go completely, he slid a finger inside her and pushed his thumb against her clit. She shuddered at the surprise of it—and the pleasure of having some part of him inside her.

Sam couldn’t bring herself to reply, but moved against his hand eagerly. His movements were skilled, with practiced flicks against her G-spot and just enough pressure on her clit to get her halfway to orgasm. But no closer.

She kissed him deeply, eyes squeezed shut. All she wanted was to come.

“Slow down,” he told her.

There was a part of her that thought maybe he’d just stop. Maybe it was all just a game, a power trip. She rode his hand harder, lifted her head and offered her breasts to his lips again. He spanked her once, hard. “I said slow down,” he said.

The slap surprised her, but even as the sting faded and she felt her ass turning red, she also felt a new gush of wetness between her thighs.

Connor slipped his finger out of her and flipped her onto her back. The coolness of the couch was a shock to her skin. He knelt and spread her legs wide. “You didn’t let me have any dessert,” he told her. “That’s not very nice.”

She smiled and let her head fall back as he kissed his way up her thighs. When he reached her mound, he kissed his way across it and trailed his tongue against her skin. He came so close to tasting her, really tasting her, and yet pulled back.

Sam shook her head back and forth, ready to burst. “What do you want?” he asked her.

“Connor,