appeal.
As he feathered his lips across her shivery belly, he adored her in silence, choosing instead to cover every inch of flesh with butterfly kisses that both aroused and awakened. On his knees, he dropped his head lower, ceasing his tantalizing kisses as his mouth found her essence.
For several seconds he did nothing, simply knelt where he was, with his eyes closed, and breathed. He rested his forehead against her mound, and the warm air from his mouth blew lower, stirring the sensations between her legs.
“Connor, please…” Liquid heat gathered, slipped past her lips, trickled onto her thigh.
Connor shuddered. “Madeline. God, you smell like heaven.” He inhaled. “So wet, so ready.”
Maddie struggled to find words. She’d made a promise to Gabe, had to keep it. “Gabe,” she said on a moan and realized immediately that had come out wrong, like she was moaning Gabe’s name. The last thing she wanted was for Connor to think she’d confused the two of them.
She couldn’t. Neither of them was the type of man you could confuse with another. “Gabe sent me here…wet. He told me to tell you…when you…you see how aroused I am, that both of you have done this to me.” His hot breath burned her clit. “You and Gabe…you’ve both made me wet.”
Connor groaned and touched the tip of his tongue to her engorged bud, licking it once. “Did Gabe do this to you, Madeline?” His breath was hot. “Did he lick you here?” The growth of his unshaven beard scraped her hip.
Her eyelids drooped. Lord, she couldn’t keep them open. All the pleasure his tongue stirred made thought impossible. Blinking was out of the question. “Y…yes.”
He drew his tongue over her again. “So I’m placing my mouth where Gabe’s was only moments ago?”
“Y…yes.” More liquid leaked from her. Gabe and Connor’s mouths, right there, only minutes apart. Gabe’s cheeks had been smooth, hairless against her thighs. Connor’s whiskers abraded the sensitive flesh there. It was sinful. And decadent. And delicious. So very delicious. Even Connor moaned.
He kept his tongue relaxed, licked at her like she was an ice cream, building the mood, increasing the sensation, slowly bringing her to the brink. Gabe usually tensed his tongue, kept it focused, made her come within seconds. Now seconds passed, minutes, days. She lost track of time, her only conscious thought was the sweet ecstasy that Connor’s tongue built in her as he drank his fill.
Her orgasm was inches away, sensation built, grew. Connor licked, sucked. He inhaled, moaned. “Connor, I’m going to…”
He withdrew his tongue. “No, Madeline.” His voice was hoarse. “You’re not.”
Maddie cried out. God, so close. So, so close. “Connor, please,” she begged.
He shifted back on his haunches and looked up at her, his blue eyes determined and filled with lust. Drops of her desire glistened on his half-beard. “Not yet, Madeline. Not without me.” Then he raised his hand and drew his finger through her slick folds. “Not without Gabe.”
She shook her head, desperate for relief. “You don’t understand, Connor, please, I need…” She needed to come, needed to quell the maddening frustration.
“You will,” he promised, and slipped his finger between her lips. “In good time.”
She clamped her inner muscles around his finger. God, it felt good there. Good, but not enough, not what she needed. Her clit throbbed, ached for fulfillment, and he would not give it.
“Please, Connor… Gabe… I need Gabe.” He’d help her. He’d give her an orgasm. He liked watching her come. Liked making her climax several times before taking his own release.
Connor added another finger, pumping his digits in and out of her as she stood shaking. “Gabe will be here soon,” he soothed.
“Not soon enough,” she ground out. Christ, he was ruthless.
“Shhh. Relax, Maddie, enjoy.” Three fingers now, and to her surprise, Maddie found she did enjoy. A
As he feathered his lips across her shivery belly, he adored her in silence, choosing instead to cover every inch of flesh with butterfly kisses that both aroused and awakened. On his knees, he dropped his head lower, ceasing his tantalizing kisses as his mouth found her essence.
For several seconds he did nothing, simply knelt where he was, with his eyes closed, and breathed. He rested his forehead against her mound, and the warm air from his mouth blew lower, stirring the sensations between her legs.
“Connor, please…” Liquid heat gathered, slipped past her lips, trickled onto her thigh.
Connor shuddered. “Madeline. God, you smell like heaven.” He inhaled. “So wet, so ready.”
Maddie struggled to find words. She’d made a promise to Gabe, had to keep it. “Gabe,” she said on a moan and realized immediately that had come out wrong, like she was moaning Gabe’s name. The last thing she wanted was for Connor to think she’d confused the two of them.
She couldn’t. Neither of them was the type of man you could confuse with another. “Gabe sent me here…wet. He told me to tell you…when you…you see how aroused I am, that both of you have done this to me.” His hot breath burned her clit. “You and Gabe…you’ve both made me wet.”
Connor groaned and touched the tip of his tongue to her engorged bud, licking it once. “Did Gabe do this to you, Madeline?” His breath was hot. “Did he lick you here?” The growth of his unshaven beard scraped her hip.
Her eyelids drooped. Lord, she couldn’t keep them open. All the pleasure his tongue stirred made thought impossible. Blinking was out of the question. “Y…yes.”
He drew his tongue over her again. “So I’m placing my mouth where Gabe’s was only moments ago?”
“Y…yes.” More liquid leaked from her. Gabe and Connor’s mouths, right there, only minutes apart. Gabe’s cheeks had been smooth, hairless against her thighs. Connor’s whiskers abraded the sensitive flesh there. It was sinful. And decadent. And delicious. So very delicious. Even Connor moaned.
He kept his tongue relaxed, licked at her like she was an ice cream, building the mood, increasing the sensation, slowly bringing her to the brink. Gabe usually tensed his tongue, kept it focused, made her come within seconds. Now seconds passed, minutes, days. She lost track of time, her only conscious thought was the sweet ecstasy that Connor’s tongue built in her as he drank his fill.
Her orgasm was inches away, sensation built, grew. Connor licked, sucked. He inhaled, moaned. “Connor, I’m going to…”
He withdrew his tongue. “No, Madeline.” His voice was hoarse. “You’re not.”
Maddie cried out. God, so close. So, so close. “Connor, please,” she begged.
He shifted back on his haunches and looked up at her, his blue eyes determined and filled with lust. Drops of her desire glistened on his half-beard. “Not yet, Madeline. Not without me.” Then he raised his hand and drew his finger through her slick folds. “Not without Gabe.”
She shook her head, desperate for relief. “You don’t understand, Connor, please, I need…” She needed to come, needed to quell the maddening frustration.
“You will,” he promised, and slipped his finger between her lips. “In good time.”
She clamped her inner muscles around his finger. God, it felt good there. Good, but not enough, not what she needed. Her clit throbbed, ached for fulfillment, and he would not give it.
“Please, Connor… Gabe… I need Gabe.” He’d help her. He’d give her an orgasm. He liked watching her come. Liked making her climax several times before taking his own release.
Connor added another finger, pumping his digits in and out of her as she stood shaking. “Gabe will be here soon,” he soothed.
“Not soon enough,” she ground out. Christ, he was ruthless.
“Shhh. Relax, Maddie, enjoy.” Three fingers now, and to her surprise, Maddie found she did enjoy. A
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