pleasure when he sucked on her clit. She’d never felt anything so good in her life. As his finger slid deep into her pussy, he sucked and laved at her clit with firm strokes of his tongue.
There was no teasing. He was a man determined to make her come and holy fucking hell, she was one hundred percent good with that. She reached down and slid her fingers into his hair, holding tight as she rubbed her pussy shamelessly against his face. The rough stubble on his jaw rubbed against her pussy lips, sending more shivers of delight up and down her spine. He sucked on her clit again, his finger – no fingers, he’d added another one – slid deeper into her and she clenched around that thickness, needing, wanting, more.
He didn’t seem to care that she was practically shoving her pussy into his face. In fact, the pace of his fingers pumping in and out of her increased, and he sucked even harder on her clit. The tip of his tongue flickered across it as he sucked and that was all it took.
She screamed, her back arching, her fingers digging into his scalp, and came with explosive intensity all over his face. Her pussy clamped down around his fingers, squeezing compulsively as wave after wave of pleasure washed over her. She rocked against his face, her left foot drumming against his back, her right foot slamming into the mattress as her orgasm went on and on, her slender body rigid and tense with the pure ecstasy.
Finally, she slumped against the bed, releasing his head and letting her legs fall open. He raised his head, his face was dripping wet, and then kissed her inner thigh before carefully lifting her leg off of him. She rolled to her side, panting harshly for air as he slid his way up the bed.
He spooned her, his big hand cupping her breast as he wiped his mouth on the sheet and then kissed her back.
“Okay?” he mimicked her from earlier.
“Can’t talk,” she croaked. “Orgasm-induced heart attack.”
He laughed and kissed her back again before resting his head on the pillow behind hers. “Should I be calling 9-1-1?”
“God no,” she gasped. “Knowing my luck, it would be my brother who showed up.”
“Good point,” he said. “I do not want to have to explain to him that your heart attack was because I ate your pussy.”
“My preference would be for you to just let me die.”
He laughed again. “Noted.”
She turned to face him, studying his eyes in the dim light. “You’re really good at that.”
“Thank you,” he said.
“Really good. I’ve never come that hard in my life. I had no idea an orgasm could be that strong. I mean, I know I don’t have any experience with it, but Gracie says that it’s actually a lot harder for a woman to come from being eaten out or touched by a guy, then most women think. She says it’s not like a romance novel where the guy just looks at a woman and she practically has an orgasm right then and there. She says most women end up faking because they’re too shy to tell their partner exactly what they want, or their partner isn’t open to watching and learning what she likes.”
She slid her arm around his waist and squeezed him briefly. “I wasn’t actually expecting to come from oral sex even though you made me come last night with your hand. I can’t believe I did. I can’t wait to tell Gracie that I…”
Her eyes widened. “I mean… not that I’m a gossip about my sexual habits. Of course, I won’t tell Gracie or anyone else about this. I know it’s private and -”
She’d never been so happy in her life when Connor stopped her babbling with a kiss.
He pulled back and grinned at her. “One – Grace is obviously not sleeping with the right guys, and two - do you always talk non-stop after an orgasm?”
“I think we established that I’ve never had an orgasm like that before.”
“You’re welcome,” he said with an adorable grin.
She returned his smile, cupping his face and staring up at him as he studied her. When he shifted a little, she glanced down at his knee. “Are you okay? Do you need to move positions?”
“Nope, I’m good.” He put his arm around her and pulled her close until her breasts were pressed against his chest and their lower bodies were touching.
“Are you sure? We don’t have to, um,