He leans down and trails kisses from my toes to my ankle, up my calf to my thigh. He licks my panty line and drags a finger through my slit, giving my clit one quick circle. Then he repeats the same painstakingly slow process on my other leg. It feels like not one inch of me goes ignored by him.
He’s always been a generous and attentive lover, but this is different. He’s at another level tonight. A nagging thought presses at the back of my mind, but I push it away when he lifts my leg over his shoulder and devours my pussy like it’s his last meal. I grip his hair and pull on the dark, silky strands the way that makes him groan into me. His hands grip my hips when I start to lose my balance. He pulls back and drops my leg to the floor, spinning me around at the same time.
I love when he gets like this, wild and greedy for me. He bends me over the dresser, facing the mirror. I watch him strip behind me, his eyes never leaving the reflection of mine. He grabs my hips again, lining himself up, and plunges his hard length into me. We both make little noises of ecstasy as he holds still inside me for a minute. Then his hips start pumping into me, the room filled with sound of our sweaty bodies colliding. I watch as he puts his thumb to his mouth, coating it with his saliva and tense up in anticipation.
I yell out his name when he slides his thumb into my ass, the rest of his fingers splayed across my lower back. He wraps my hair around fist with his other hand and fucks me until I come violently, my body milking his cock. Our eyes lock in the mirror when he comes, neither of us looking away.
He lets go of my hair and pulls out of me. I feel our combined juices running down my thighs. He looks down and gives me his signature arrogant smirk, proud as fuck to see the mess we made.
“Lay down on the bed,” he commands. “I’ll get something to clean you up with.”
I take a second to think about it. Even though we are completely in love with each other, we both still have the need to push each other’s buttons. I think we’ll be ninety years old in a nursing home and still pissing each other off regularly.
I decide to do it, just because he seems more intense than usual tonight, borderline desperate. I pull the covers back and slide into bed. Connor walks into the room with a cocky swagger, hungry eyes, and already ready to go again.
He climbs between my legs and wipes my thighs gently with a warm washcloth. He presses it over my core, letting the warmth soothe the ache he left behind with his savage fucking. While he waits for that, he massages my feet, letting his eyes wander all over me.
“Lily, do you even understand how beautiful you are? I love every inch of you, from these cute toes, to that heavenly pussy, the trio of freckles on your side, your gorgeous blue eyes, and that beautiful platinum hair.” He pulls the washcloth away and tosses it over his shoulder into the bathroom. The he leans down, lining us perfectly. “You are everything I never knew I needed and definitely don’t deserve.”
“I love you so much,” I cup his cheek and trace his lips with my thumb. “We deserve each other. We deserve this love.”
He drops his forehead to mine for a moment and then kisses me. It’s a deep, soulful kiss. His tongue sweeps across mine languidly, as if we have all the time in the world. We’re both a bit breathless when we finally break the kiss. He presses small, sweet kisses down my neck and chest until he comes to my nipple. His tongue circles the tight bud until it’s aching for more. He sucks it into his mouth and then gently bites. He switches to the other and torments me until I’m grinding against him, seeking to impale myself on his cock.
His mouth moves back up to mine, and as we kiss, he slides inside me. He grabs ahold of both my hands pushes them up beside my head where he links our fingers. The pace he sets is slow and rhythmic. Every thrust of his hips feels deeper than the last. I squeeze his fingers and arch my neck as I come. He kisses and licks every available inch of me until my orgasm completely subsides, and only then does he increase his tempo until he’s coming, filling me once again.
I drift off to sleep in his arms, deeper in love, and more at home with him now than I ever have been.
7
CONNOR
Leaving Lily asleep in bed and walking out that door was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. There are no promises that I’ll return safely, or at all. At least I know she knows how much I love her. Our bodies have always communicated better than our words ever have.
The streets of Chicago are eerily empty for a Friday night. It must be the cold October rain that’s steadily falling that has everyone staying home for the night. I send a text to Lake, letting him know I’m on my way and to make sure his guys keep an eye on things back here. Then I send another one to Dad, who’s already in St. Petersburg, getting some of the families he knows that are loyal to him to join us.
My rented town car pulls up on the tarmac next to one of our jets. I tell the driver I don’t need help with my bag and jog up the steps. I ignore the flight attendant who tries to fuss over me. I
