Destination Connelly (16 page)

I palm her nape, pulling her face to me until our lips are a hairsbreadth apart.

“I want to dig into the deepest recesses of your mind, find what makes you tick now, and turn it up a hundred fucking notches until you beg for mercy. I want to fuck you hard and rough, then make love to you softly and sweetly. I want to ruin you then save you.”

The thumb dancing along her pussy brushes against her clit, avoiding direct contact and, perched at the doorstep of pleasure, she can barely keep her eyes open now, so I deliver my final declaration. “I want to start over, Nora. I want to make you mine again.”

“Wow,” she pants. “Uh…that’s a whole lot of wants.”

A Cheshire grin stretches my face. “Oh, there’s much more where that came from.” I drag my wet digit down toward her opening and tease, and my Nora tries to remain unaffected, even though I read the burning desire all over her face.

“Is there now?” she squeaks when I dip inside her snugness briefly.

Christ. I love her like this. Even all worked up, she can still give as good as she gets. She is the absolute perfect woman for me.

“Fuck yes. Look at me.” With a tug on her hair, I force her eyes to mine, which had drifted shut. “I want to feel you, lick you, taste you, bite you, touch you, suck you, worship you, and fuck you until you cry for more. I want to do things to you that you don’t even know you want. I want everything, Nora. Everything. I always have. The only problem is, princess, I just didn’t realize that I had nothing until I laid eyes on you again.”

“Connelly…”

Maybe I shouldn’t have tipped all my cards so soon, but what the hell. I want her. I want it all from her and I want her to know it. Pulling her to my mouth, I rasp gruffly against her parted lips, “You have five seconds, sweetheart. Five. And if you don’t tell me to stop after five seconds, my fingers are going to be buried deep in this pussy, and I’ll swallow my name as it falls off your tongue when you orgasm all over my hand.”

“Oh God.” Her soft plea is nothing but air.

Our eyes are locked and in my mind, I’m silently counting. I’ve made it to three when she grabs the hand now resting on her hip, places it against her belly and guides it underneath the delicate barrier that’s keeping her from me. She runs our joined digits slowly through her soaked lips and pushes one of hers and two of my fingers easily inside of her.

“Oh fuuuck, Nora. You are deliciously wet,” I rumble, watching her pump our joined hands in and out of her tight pussy. My hips jerk, my cock pulses, and my balls are cinched so tight they’re screaming bloody murder. The panties, which were sexy moments ago, are now the most hated piece of fabric on planet earth, so I take care of that in short order by snapping the flimsy strings. It flops between us and I leave it, only caring it’s now out of the way.

“Christ.” I’m riveted, watching our hands working her together. My cock twitches madly as Nora rubs her bare pussy back and forth on me while fucking herself with our fingers, adding to the sheer eroticism.

I think we’ve established by now that I like to be in control, but I’ve honestly never seen anything sexier than Nora taking charge, using me to pleasure her, which, in turn, sure as fuck pleasures me.

Hooking her thumb around my hand, she drags our fingers out and circles her clit. Pressing down with her middle finger on mine, she moans and writhes under our combined touch before lifting them to paint my lips.

“Holy shit,” I breathe in complete and total awe right before her lips capture mine, licking herself off of me before I even get a chance. When her tongue slides into my mouth and I taste remnants of her, I crack. Max limit reached. It’s time to take the reins back, because if I don’t, I will unzip and viciously take her. I don’t want our first time after so many years to spiral out of my control.

With one arm around her waist, I stand to deposit her on the back of the couch so her feet are resting on the cushions. I drop my eyes to the ruined panties now laying beside her toes. Shit. They’re so damp with her arousal I may be able to wring them out.

“Take off your dress,” I command gutturally. Undoing my cufflinks with ease, I throw them in my pants pocket before reaching for the small discs down my front. Complying readily, Nora stretches behind and unzips, letting the dress fall to her waist. She’s wearing a matching pale pink push-up bra, which perfectly cups and rounds her ample breasts. I wish I had the patience to enjoy it, but I fucking don’t. “Everything, princess. I want you completely bare for me.”

Our smoldering gazes never waver, never drop while we disrobe. In less than fifteen seconds, she’s naked and ready and…Holy. Fuck. I am thunderstruck by how mouthwatering she looks sitting there, waiting for my next instruction.

Perched in the spot where I left her, she watches me intently as I drink my fill of her perfection. Her back is pressed tall against the wall, her toned, pale legs are held tightly together and her green orbs are half-lidded with unquenched desire.

I’ll be taking care of that right fucking now.

“Legs apart.” They open, but not far enough. “All the way.” She spreads them wide and my knees almost give way at the creaminess soaking her bare lips.

Her long hair lies in soft waves, stopping right above her dark, puckered nipples. The deep flush of desire spreading across her skin is like a siren’s melody, drawing me to her. Jesus, she reminds me of a regal queen, a Greek goddess on a throne and I’m her minion. She could tell me to do anything for her right now and I would. No questions asked.

I’d maim.

I’d kill.

I’d burn cities to the fucking ground and bring her back my spoils.

For the first time in my adult life, I have a thorough understanding of the absolute power a woman has over a man…and why we simply don’t give a shit.

I palm my cock, stroking slow and long, letting her eyes wander over my nakedness. She swallows hard as she watches me for a few beats. When her eyes jerk back to mine, I swear to fucking God I just about come. No woman, and I’ve been with a lot, has ever looked at me with such a potent combination of longing and love before. It’s a heady goddamned feeling, especially since it comes from Nora.

“Like what you see?”

Her burning eyes blaze into me. “It’s acceptable,” she retorts smartly; a small smirk turns her gorgeous full lips.

“You’re gonna pay for that.”

“I hope so.” Her eyes darken and quietly summon me to her.

“Nora, I want you so fucking much.”

I’m torn between wanting to take her hard or fuck her slow.

Both. I’m going to do both.

When she runs a finger deliberately slow and teasing through her spread lips and trails it all the way up the line of her curves before it disappears in her mouth, my cock gushes. Fucking gushes. “Then what are you waiting for?” she husks, twinkling emeralds daring me to take action.

I won’t disappoint.

Kneeling on the buttery brown leather, I pick up a foot, run my tongue along her instep, and gently bite her heel, enjoying her gasp of surprise. “Tell me what you want,” I cajole between lazy openmouthed kisses up her calf, the back of her knee, her inner thigh. Each one pulls a tiny breath from her lungs. Each breath makes my cock pulse angrily. I stop when I feel the warmth of her pussy radiating on my cheek and look up the length of her gorgeous, flawless body. “Tell me what you want or I stop.”

Her mouth curves slightly. “I want you to make me come.”

She sucks in a sharp breath and her hands grip my hair when I nip the sensitive flesh at the junction of her pelvis before swirling my tongue to soothe it. “Then what, Nora? What do you want after that?” This time, I trail my tongue up and down the sexy trimmed patch of reddish hair above her slit before letting it circle her clit, feathering ever so lightly.

Jesus. She tastes so damn good I could live here.

Using my hair as leverage, she tilts my head up. “I want you to make me come again while you’re fucking me. Now stop teasing.”

Hot. Damn. “I love a woman who knows exactly what she wants and isn’t afraid to say it.”

“Connelly, please. I need you,” she begs sweetly.

Need. Not want.

Need
.

That one word sets me into motion. I’ve thought of nothing else for the last few weeks but how her nipples will taste now or how the hot junction between her thighs would melt in my mouth, on my tongue like the sweetest of spun sugar. And I’m not waiting any longer to find out.

Holding her legs all the way open, I rasp, “Hang on, princess, the ride may get bumpy.” I dive into her warmth, taking my first long lick of her honeyed center and groan loudly. “Nora, my God. I could eat you for days.”

“Don’t stop,” she pants, her hips gyrating seductively, calling me back.

“Not until you beg me to.”

Dropping back down, I spread her to find her hardened clit with my tongue. I hear her head thud against the wall when I draw it into my mouth and suck, lightly at first, then progressively harder, paying close attention to each and every one of her clues. The firmer I suck, the choppier her breaths become, the more my scalp stings from her fingernails and the faster her legs quiver. And the second I thrust two fingers inside her tight, drenched channel she explodes in my mouth on a sharp cry.

Jesus Christ, it’s pure nirvana. Memories of her taste flood me. I can feel her writhing underneath my hands, my mouth, my cock just like it was yesterday.

“Are you okay?” I ask, sliding into her scorching heat, my eyes rolling in my head at how fucking good she feels.

“Yes. Don’t stop.”

“Are you sure, princess? You feel tense.” I stop and, levered on my forearms, look into her eyes. “Don’t lie.”

“It stings a little, but I’m fine. Please, Connelly.”

“You sure?”

“More than.”

“Okay.”

“Kiss me.”

“Try to stop me.”

After years of not being with a woman more than one fleeting time and never even having the desire to, I’m ravenous. I know I will never get enough of Nora. She’s the one I’ve been waiting for. I knew it when I first saw her walking down the Dowling High hallway when I was seventeen years old.

I knew it then. I know it now. I’ve known it all along.

“Connelly,” she calls brokenly, over and over again as I bring her to orgasm repeatedly. She rides my fingers and my tongue for long minutes as I wring every ounce of pleasure from her body that she’ll give me. I don’t let up until she pleads for me to stop. Even then, I don’t want to. My fingers are drenched and I know her essence will linger on my taste buds for days.

Pressing soft kisses to her now swollen sex, I delay while she catches her breath before I pave my way up her slightly rounded stomach, slowing for a dip in her belly button. When I reach her full breasts, I stop for a sample, biting and sucking, and more memories assail me.

“You have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen,” I murmur when she removes her utilitarian white bra.

“They’re too big,” she laments, trying to cover them.

“I have big hands. And a big mouth,” I quip.

She laughs, but only until I suck one puckered nipple into my watering mouth. Then moans fill the darkness.

“I need you inside me, Connelly. Now. Please.” She’s tugging on my hair, trying to get me to move faster, but I don’t want to. Screw hard and fast. I need to make love to her, taking my sweet-ass time. Every second I touch her, I feel her life force bleeding into me, making me whole, complete, filling those places I didn’t remember were empty.

Grabbing her waist, I lower her onto the couch so she’s stretched out underneath me, arms drawn overhead. Red hair is splayed haphazardly underneath her and her hazy eyes sparkle like moonlight.

I run my eyes over the length of her, taking note of every curve, every line, seeing nothing but perfection. She’s simply captivating. Mesmerizing.

Squeezing the base of my cock hard, I will my seed to retreat or this night will be over too damn fast, and I’ve waited far too long to be with her again for me to shoot my load within seconds like I’m eighteen again.

“Nora,” I croak. “You are so ungodly beautiful.”

When her entire face softens, I see the love she has for me shine brighter than a beacon in the black of night.

“Please.”

One word.

Soft.

Sweet.

Surrender
.

One six-letter word completely undoes me.

Reaching down, I grab a condom out of my wallet and when I finish rolling it on, Nora’s gaze has cooled considerably. Spreading her legs, I wrap her gorgeous limbs around me and cover her body with mine so we’re skin to skin. I hover above her, her head pressed between my hands.

“Tell me what you’re thinking,” I demand. Rocking my body against hers, I savor it when her eyes briefly drift shut in pleasure. My thick shaft slides easily between her thighs, and I’m groaning at how fucking fantastic her heat feels against me, counting the seconds until it cocoons my entire length.

“I’m wondering how often you’ve done this,” she whispers, eyes latching on to mine, vulnerability bleeding out like an open wound.

I’m not sure what “this” she’s referring to, but I’m sure as hell not going to ruin the moment by talking about other women, especially ones that don’t mean shit to me. This right here is all that matters.

Raining kisses over her lids, her cheeks, her jaw, I whisper against her lips, “I assure you, Nora, what I’m about to do with you, I haven’t done with any other woman since you.”

Nora was the first and the last woman I will ever make love to. She was my first, just like I was hers. We never talked about it and she never knew that I’d not been with another girl before. I was the guy who helped build up his own player reputation and I didn’t want to fess up that I had no fucking clue what I was doing just seconds before stripping her, making her mine. Before her, my reputation was just conjecture. After her, however, I took it to a whole new level. I’ve not been ashamed about that until just now when I’ve held her in my arms again.

“Are you trying to tell me you haven’t made a pretty big dent in Chicago’s female population?” she asks, tightening her legs around my waist angrily.