She grabs her phone from her back pocket and checks the time. “Yeah, more or less.”
“Do you need to start getting ready?”
When her eyes slide back to me, her excitement has turned into something a lot more sensual. She shakes her head and quirks a smile. Sauntering up to me, she delicately places her phone on the counter beside me.
I haven’t moved, my palms still pressed up against the cool marble. There’s a look in Connie’s eye that has me turning into stone, not wanting to miss a single one of her movements. As she leans close to my ear, I feel her fingers working on my belt.
“Actually,” she whispers before catching my earlobe with her teeth. I shiver. “We have some time to waste.”
I don’t have the chance to react before she sinks to her knees, my belt now unbuckled. I curse under my breath and let my head fall backward for just a few seconds, my lust going from quietly smoldering to burning hot.
Quickly, I return my attention to Connie kneeling at myfeet. I can barely believe my eyes. How many times did I imagine her like this?
Needy. Willing.
And wanting me.
Me.
“Connie,” I rasp.
I say her name breathlessly. Like a wish. Like a prayer.
When she hears me call her name, her lashes flutter, her hooded eyes slowly moving up my body to meet mine. Something in her gaze tells me she knows I didn’t say it because I had something to say, but simply because I needed to say her name out loud.
I still haven’t moved when she undoes my button and zipper. My forearms strain and flex with the heady anticipation of her mouth wrapped around my cock.
With a hard tug, she pulls my boxers and jeans down to the middle of my thighs. My already hard cock springs out, and I’m weak in the fucking knees by the time her hand wraps around the shaft.
She hums under her breath as her palm slides up and down in a slow and exploratory pump, her tongue dipping out for a quick, teasing lick around the head. The euphoric sensation of her hot tongue on my cock explodes in ripples of pleasure inside of me.
“Fuck,” I hiss as my palms turn into fists on the bathroom counter.
She looks up with a devilish smirk. It’s in that very moment that I realize how much power she holds over me. I’m the one on my knees, not her.
“If you stay nice and still for me,” she says, her voice like the softest of velvets. Her smirk curls upward, her stare darkening. “And keep your hands to yourself. I’ll let you come on me wherever you want.”
My mind catches fire at the tone of her voice. Sexual and with tantalizing authority threaded through every word, vowel, and consonant. She lets go of my cock, and I whimper at theloss of pleasure. But I stay perfectly still as I watch her lean back on her heels.
Keeping her eyes on mine, she opens her mouth and flattens her tongue, placing the tip of her index atop it.
“Here,” she says. Her finger slides to her cheek. “Or here.”
Her movements are slow and so utterly fucking erotic. I almost forget not to move, my cock aching to be touched. I watch with rapt attention as the pad of her finger moves down to her neck and then down the middle of her chest.
“Here, maybe?” she teases as she circles her breast.
My nails dig into my palms at the sight of her.
So confident and so fucking beautiful. She’s going to kill me if she continues like this.
She’s going to fucking kill me.
She pursues her slow descent into madness,mymadness, her finger meandering down her stomach. When she reaches the top of her jeans, she slides her knees open, deliberately slow, and places a dainty finger at the very middle of her legs.
She lifts a brow, her tongue swiping over her bottom lip before saying, “Or here?”
My head falls backward again, and I groan so loud, I feel it vibrate in my chest. I snap my gaze back to Connie on her knees.
