Up in Smoke - Tessa Bailey Page 0,28
get off her knees if that were the case. They would make some headway and then he’d show her, precisely and often.
Right now, though, he’d been reduced to words, unable to communicate through the use of touch. He sensed this was important to her, showing she could give him pleasure to replace the pain of not touching her. To show she had something to give, not realizing he’d seen that the moment they met. But God, at the very suggestion of her pouty lips working his cock, his erection had strained hot and needy against his stomach. Dying for her to follow through. No way to be rational now.
“Come on, sweetheart. Wrap your lips around it. Give me what I need so badly.” He lifted his hips to rub his erection against her core. She gasped and fell forward, catching herself by planting her palms on his chest. Her nails dug into his pecs and he gave a satisfied curse. “Put your sweet ass up in the air while you mouth-fuck me, too. Let me imagine I’m getting that next. Let me imagine I’m about to flip you around, shove your thong out of my goddamn way and fill up that tight pussy.”
Erin’s breath had grown labored, but she continued to undulate on top of him, running shaky hands over his chest and abs, sliding through the oil with her belly and thighs. “That’s pretty damn convincing, baby.”
“Need more?”
“No,” she breathed. “Any more and I might let you try. It’s too s—”
“Shhh.” He levered himself up to capture her mouth, taking it in a slick, suggestive kiss. His tongue mimicked the act he’d just described to her, sinking in and out, pushing a little deeper each time. They moaned into each other’s mouths and Erin started circling her hips on his lap like a sexy little machine, making him so hard, he questioned if he could survive it. When he released her mouth so she could breathe, her eyes were unclear, but there was a quality of desperation in them.
“I like the way you talk to me.” She slid down his torso and knelt between his thighs. “Keep doing it. Don’t stop.” The vision of her almost sent him past the breaking point. Thighs covered in oil, lips plumped from their kiss, hair tangled around her face, she was a fucking goddess. Her gaze was riveted between his thighs, almost reverently. Her hands climbed up his legs, higher and higher until she wrapped one hand around his cock.
Connor’s fingers curled into the mattress, a growl bursting free of his mouth. After that, he held his breath, waiting, begging for her to take him past her lips. “Please.”
“Don’t say please. You’re the kind of man who demands.” She pumped him twice within her fist, eyes widening with excitement when he groaned. “Demand, Connor.”
Power sizzled through his body, revitalizing him, strengthening him. “Why isn’t your ass in the fucking air? Don’t make me tell you again.”
Erin’s responding whimper cleared the last vestige of doubt that this was the right thing for her. That he wasn’t hurting her or setting them back by being himself. Commanding her as he craved. He watched through heavy-lidded eyes as she leaned down and put herself mouth-level with his cock, arching her back and pushing her bottom up at the same time. The little black strip of material separated two perfect ass cheeks. Ripe and taut. Flesh that would give a little shake when he slapped it.
“Good.” His hips jerked when she licked up the side of his girth. “No games this first time. You’re going to suck it like you can’t get enough.”
She gripped his base tight and let her lips hover just above his crown. “Yes, Connor.”
“Show me that eager girl who rode me hard last night and came in her panties. Show me what she can do with her pretty mouth.”
He fell back onto the mattress with a shouted curse as she lowered her mouth halfway down and dragged her teeth lightly over his hypersensitive flesh on the way back up. There was a wicked glint in her eye that told him she was reveling in his reaction. She knew she was slaying him, and Jesus, he didn’t give a shit. She repeated the action five more times. By the time she finished, he was clutching at the bedspread and chanting her name. Her hand started to work him in time with her mouth, purring sounds in the back of her throat heightening the