Frayed (Connections, #4)(98)

She looks down into my eyes as she comes, and the picture is one of perfect bliss.

Afterward I slide up her body and bend to kiss her. My hands move slow and easy over her flesh. My lips press softly against hers. “Did I say good morning?”

Her eyes catch mine, and a fierce glimmer of light shines in them. “Good morning,” she says, a little breathless.

In a move that takes me by surprise, she pushes me back against the shower wall and drops to her knees. I close my eyes at the feel of her warm breath against my already bulging cock. The one thing we haven’t done, she hasn’t done this weekend, is suck me off. I haven’t asked. I haven’t pushed. I wanted her to be the one to decide. Before S’belle I had always been a taker, but with her I want to give.

Her lips wrap around my tip and I tremble at the first contact. She draws me in an inch at a time steadying herself by holding on to my thighs. A grunt I didn’t mean to make leaves my throat. I open my eyes to watch her—watch as her hand moves from my thigh to fist my base and her tongue flicks down my hard cock. I suck in air at how good it feels. Fuck me! My legs are shaking by now.

I hiss out the air I forgot to exhale. “Fuckkkk.”

I can feel her lips form a smile, but she doesn’t stop.

There’s another harsh intake of breath when my cock hits the back of her throat. I’m not even sure it’s me standing here right now. I feel as if I’m watching this sweet girl blow me in a way no one ever has.

I put my hands in her hair.

Her eyes flick up.

“You’re so f*cking beautiful,” I mutter.

With her palms now flat on my hips, she takes me all the way in until her lips brush my stomach and then she slowly drags them back. She does this again, sucking a little harder. And again—stopping to suck the head of my penis.

“S’belle.” I moan her name as I push my hips forward.

Her response is to fist my base again, but this time her hand follows her mouth’s trail and overwhelming sensations after sensation start to race through my body.

Never feeling this sexually possessed by a woman in my life, I struggle to maintain my control as the pleasure flares through my body, but when her other hand cups my balls and her tongue trails along the underside of my cock, I give in to it and let it devour me whole.

“S’belle,” I scream. “I’m going to come.”

I give her a warning through gritted teeth, letting her decide what comes next. When she doesn’t pull, I thrust into her, trying not to push too far or too hard so I don’t choke her, but f*ck, control left me a while ago. Warmth floods my body as my orgasm hits unlike anything I can remember. An animalistic cry I don’t recognize as my own leaves my mouth as my cock throbs against her tongue. Her warm mouth stays wrapped around me even after I’ve come. I slip my hands under her arms and when she slides her lips down my cock she stops to suck on my tip one last time, causing a shudder to chase down my spine.

When I pull her to her feet, blinking uncontrollably at her while clasping her arms to steady myself, I stare at her, unable to speak for the longest time. She licks her lips with her tongue and I take my thumb and wipe them for her.

My thoughts finally clear and I steady myself in front of her. “Wow.” It’s the only lame word that comes to mind, but there are so many more phrases catching in my throat—words like best blow job I’ve ever had, you’re f*cking amazing, I want to feel that over and over, but they all seem to belittle what just took place.

My hands glide down her naked body and I hold her as tight as I can for a long time. When she shivers I know she’s cold and I pull away to gather the towels we discarded earlier.

“Lift your arms.”

As soon as she does I wrap the towel around her and draw her to me again so I can kiss her on the lips, soft and gentle. The kiss quickly deepens as I suck on her tongue, her lip until neither of us can breathe and I pull away with a quick kiss above her bandage before I do.

“We need to change that.”

“I can do it.”

“I want to.”

She points to the supplies the hospital gave her behind me on the counter.

When I turn to retrieve them, I spot her green bikini. I turn back to get her attention. “Come to Laguna with me today. We have to get your car anyway and I really need to shave.”

She rubs her fingers over my face. “I like the way your face feels against my skin.”

My pulse races. This girl is going to kill me. “Oh yeah, where particularly do you like the way it feels?”

She points to her lips. “Here.” And then she points between her legs. “And here.”

“Fuck, you’re hot as hell.”

She shrugs. “Just being honest.”

“What happened to the shy girl under the sheets yesterday morning who wasn’t sure she could tell me what she wanted during the day?”

Her eyes meet mine. “You helped with that phobia pretty quickly.”

I laugh and pat her bandage. “There, all done.”

She laughs. “Thanks for the help.”

I bow and say, “My pleasure.”

A look I can’t quite decipher crosses her face, but she doesn’t say anything. And I don’t ask but instead hand her the green bikini. “I’m going to see you in this one way or another, and since I’m taking you to Laguna today, I want you to wear this under your clothes,” I growl in her ear.