Page 52 of The Wrong Husband (The Davenports #6)

Connor

She stands and eases herself onto the table.

"Lay back."

She gulps, then does as she’s told, and her spine touches the table. Her obedience pleases me and turns my cock into a column of stone. It also tells me that she trusts me to pleasure her. And I intend to deliver on it.

I slide the skirt of her dress up her thighs. She shivers. And when I pull her legs apart, she gasps. I step in between them, and when she reaches up for me, I take her hand and fold it over her head, then the other. I lock my fingers around her wrists and hold them there.

She wriggles, testing my hold, and realizes I’m serious. Her eyes widen, but the look in them turns heavy with lust. I nod. "That turns you on, Fever?"

She swallows, then slowly nods.

"And this?" I bend and fix my mouth around the jut of her nipple through the fabric of her dress.

Her entire body bows off the table. "Connor!" she yells.

She’s primed for me, the awareness between us has been building since the day we met. And every time I’ve held her in my arms, I’ve wanted her so much, but I've held back. I've focused on her pleasure, but I’ve also been edging her and myself.

I’ve allowed her to come, but those have only been previews of how amazing it’s going to be when I’m finally inside of her. "What do you want?"

I turn my attention to her other nipple, and when I pull down the neckline of her dress to expose it, she moans, then pushes her breast further into my mouth. I pull back. "Use your words."

"I…" She groans. "I want you."

"How do you want me? Should I use my fingers, my tongue, or my cock?" I raise my head until I hover over hers, only a sliver of space separating the two of us. "Or should I use all three?"

Another moan crawls up her throat. "All three," she pants.

"Good girl." I rub up against the wet triangle on her panties.

She expels a breath. "That feels so good."

"I use shallow strokes, grinding down on her, making sure she feels every millimeter of my swollen column through my pants. She locks her ankles around my waist, trying to pull me closer.

I chuckle. "Only I get to decide how to satisfy you. I get to decide how I’m going to fuck you, you hear me?"

She nods.

"How hungry are you for my cock, baby?"

"Very—" She swallows. "I… I need you, Connor. Please."

"Goddamn, when you beg me so prettily, it turns me on even more."

I lean more of my weight on her, and a trembling grips her. She begins to push up and against the thick pillar of my shaft. Each time she rubs up against me, her eyelids flutter. Her lips part. Her heart is beating so fast, it feels like it’s going to bust out of her rib cage. Just like mine.

I allow her to hump herself against my crotch until her entire body shudders. Her breathing grows choppy, her eyebrows wrinkle. Her hands tremble in mine, and I know she’s so close to coming. That’s when I step back.

She’s so caught up in the impending climax, that it takes her a few seconds to realize I’m no longer dry fucking her. That’s when her gaze widens. She tips up her chin.

"What are you doing?"

In reply, I grab the knife, turn it around so I’m holding it parallel to my arm, under my wrist, but with the blade pointing at me. Her eyes grow so huge they seem to fill her face. "Wh-what’s happening?’

I slip the blade between her neckline and skin and, without touching her skin, I tug.

The cloth tears. I slice through the fabric some more, until the slit exposes her cleavage, then I set the knife aside.

I release my hold on her wrists completely, only to grip the gaping ends of her torn neckline and tearing the dress down the middle.

"Whoa." She blinks. "That’s impressive."

"Right?" I concede. I slide my palms under her heavy breasts and weigh them. "Your tits are fucking gorgeous."

"They are, right?"

I look up to find a small smile curving her lips, her eyes twinkling with laughter.

I push her breasts together and squeeze.

She gasps. I bend down and lick my way up her cleavage.

Then press tiny kisses up her throat until I reach her mouth.

Then, reaching for a spoonful of the chocolate, I lick it off before I kiss her deeply.

She instantly melts into me, opening her mouth, allowing me entry. I bite down on her lower lip, and she moans. The chocolate, combined with her unique taste, is like an aphrodisiac. My thigh muscles harden. My cock lengthens further.

The kiss goes on and on, I swipe my tongue over her teeth. I suck on her tongue, until her essence fills me. When I finally lift my head, we’re both panting.

I reach for the plate of dessert, scoop up the chocolate délice, and smear it over her nipples.

"Connor," she gasps in surprise.

I proceed to bite one of her nipples before I suck the chocolate off it. Then do the same to the other. "So fucking delicious."

She pants loudly, then grabs my hair and gives it a sharp tug. The pulse at the base of her throat flutters like a butterfly caught in a spider’s web. Like she’s caught in my life. I’m never letting her go. Never.

I reach down between us, slide my fingers into her panties and cup her pussy. "You’re so wet for me, baby."

She huffs out a breath, then angles her body so she’s humping my fingers.

"Not yet." I pull back, forcing her to lower her legs.

She whines.

I ease her panties down her legs. Then reach for the chocolate and paint it over her pussy lips. Little jolts of anticipation spiral up her body. Laid out on the table, with my saliva glistening on her breasts, and the chocolate smeared on her pussy, she looks like a feast.

Unable to stop myself, I sink to my knees between her thighs and throw them over my shoulders. Then I stare at the moist quivering flesh between her thighs.

I lean in and blow on her pussy. She shudders and tries to squeeze her legs shut. I stop her with my hands on her inner thighs. Then I lean in and sniff her deeply.

That draws another moan from her. And when I lick her from the knot of flesh between her butt cheeks, up the valley between her pussy lips, to her swollen clit, she cries out. Once again, her body rises off the table. But I hold her down.

The bitterness of the chocolate combined with the sweetness of her cum tastes like liquid desire.

I lick up her pussy, curling my tongue around her pulsing clit, and she digs her fingertips into my scalp.

The pinpricks of pain cascade down my spine, tightening the knot at the base. I slide two fingers inside her cunt, and she huffs. I begin to saw my fingers in and out of her while also slurping on her pussy.

A low, broken sound emerges from her throat.

It’s animalistic and needy, and it calls to me in a way I can’t ignore. I curl my fingers inside her, and bite down on her swollen bud.

Instantly, she begins to shudder. Moisture drips down her inner thighs.

"Ohmigod, Connor, I’m coming."

"Not yet." I move up her body and stare into her eyes. "You won’t come until I allow it."

She nods.

Her instant agreement ratchets up my desire, until I can’t hold back anymore. Reaching down between us, I undo the button at my waistband then lower my zipper.

Reaching into the pocket of my pants, I grab a condom before I allow them to drop, then push down my boxers. I sheath my swollen cock and fit it against her weeping slit.

Her gaze widens; she swallows. I stay poised at her opening, holding her gaze until the panic I saw in them subsides. It’s replaced, once more, by lust. Then I punch my hips forward, and in one smooth move, bury myself inside her.