Page 77 of Speechless
Jenna, however, looked horrified.
“I broke you,” she whispered, staring at her hands as though they were lethal weapons she’d never seen before. Maybe they were because, goddamn it, he’d been close enough to heaven to touch the pearly freaking gates.
“Baby, look at me. At me,” he coaxed when she began to shake. He half-turned, delved into the bedside drawers for a handful of tissues to clean up with, and quickly dealt with his mess. Then he gathered her into him, shifted herverycarefully on his lap, and rocked her. “I came, Jenna, that’s all. You made me feel really, really good. You should be so proud, baby.”
“Proud I broke you?” She sounded so indignant, he had to angle his face into her hair to hide his smile.
He’d give anything to let her keep her innocence. She was so refreshing, and just a little naïve. There was a lot to teach her, especially now the expanse of her sexual knowledge became clear. “Not broken. All fixed.” He kissed her temple, her cheek.
She tilted her back, watching him with concern. “Really?”
“Absolutely.” In fact, he thought it was time she learned just howfixedan orgasm could make a person. Particularly a person keyed toward stress and anxiety. “Will you trust me to show you?”
Wide-eyed but willing, Jenna nodded. He heard her breath shudder out, followed by a sharp inhale as he rolled her onto her back beside him. She blinked up at him in shock, her arm creeping toward her breasts.
“I’m going to need access to those,” he admonished lightly, smiling as she dropped said arm back to the bed. “Good girl. Now, where should I start with this beautiful body? Here?” His fingertips caressed the long line of her throat. “Or here?” Across her collarbone, her sternum. Down between her breasts. “Maybe I’ll save these for later.”
Connor mimicked the stance she’d taken with him, straddling her tiny frame between his longer legs. Leaning forward slowly, unwilling to spook her when huge green eyes focused on him like a hawk, he kissed her sweetly.
He kept his weight off her for now. A big man, he outweighed her, and he hated the thought of making her feel claustrophobic, trapped beneath him. His lips cruised over her jaw, down her throat on the same path his fingers had traced.
Her pulse rabbited under his mouth.
He nipped at her collarbone, licked away the slight sting he knew his teeth would leave behind. The tang of sweat and her own unique taste filled his mouth; he went on a mission to sample every inch of her.
By the time he reached her breasts, Jenna whined with frustration. His girl was getting antsy, a rosy flush warming her skin. She froze as his lips kissed each and every letter of the offensive brand in her flesh.
Lies, the biggest one of all, but the damned thing was part of her for now, and he’d promised to worship every inch of her. An idea popped into his head as he ran his nose around her nipple, causing the already tight bud to pucker further, just right for his mouth to claim.
Lips, teeth and tongue paid special attention to both needy nubs, and his cock stirred to life once again when Jenna’s whines upgraded to needy whimpers.
He moved down, leaving her wanting for a few seconds as he repositioned himself between her legs. Hands and mouth worked together now, fingers teasing her nipples, his mouth pressing soft kisses to her mound.
“Pl-Please,” she whispered, hips lifting off the bed.
Her pussy, just inches away, smelled divine. The sweetest scent of arousal, the highest of powerful aphrodisiacs. Plump labia, erotically pink where they parted. Liquid desire seeping from the most perfect, untouched pussy he’d ever seen.
Fuck, he was a lucky man.
Lucky men didn’t fuck up, he reminded himself. No matter how strong his urges, Jenna remained his priority. As a man, a doctor, a Dominant and a Daddy, his promise to her held strong between the tether of those four individual elements merged into one.
“Tell me.”
Long, lean thighs quivered as he hooked his arms beneath them, his hands curving around the slim tops. Restless hips tilted back, he waited for her answer.
“Please. Please touch me.”
He studied her eyes, so dilated with desire only a minute green ring remained. She pleased him beyond the knowing of it—her trust was irreplaceable, her faith in his promise uncompromised despite everything.
Connor swore his eyes rolled back in his head at the first languid lick. Her shocked cry registered, more stunned pleasure than discomfort, so he moved his hands, used his fingers to part her pussy for his tongue, and delved into heaven.
His orgasm had brought him close, but sweet Jesus, this was incomparable. His body felt as though he’d been shoved face first into those pearly gates and ungodly energy careened into his blood. Of course, it was quite possible he was being struck down for tainting an angel’s virtue, but the trip to hell was so fucking worth it.
A starving man with a feast for the taking, Connor devoured her. Her cries came quickly, the sharp noises growing in volume and pitch as his tongue dipped inside her, lapped. His nose brushed her clit, the shy bundle of nerves still hiding away, and Jenna nearly bolted off the bed.
“Relax, baby, I’ve got you.”
Small fingers shot into his hair, grabbed handfuls. Fisted and pulled when he closed his mouth over her bashful clit and sucked gently. He held on as her hips bucked, scraped his teeth lightly over the insanely sensitive bud, and listened to her wail.