Page 93 of Speechless
She hadn’t even plugged it in when he loomed in the doorway.
Her knees buckled as they were trained to do, pitching her onto the floor. She slid her chest along the feathered carpet until her body assumed the most familiar position from her years of servitude and linked her hands over the back of her head. She’d learned it was the best way to protect her skull from a blow—intentional or otherwise.
All the while she hated herself for surrendering to habit.
Hands were under her arms almost immediately, dragging her to her feet and spinning her around. Her face mashed against a hot chest and she sighed.
“We agreed this wasn’t going to continue,” Connor murmured against her hair. “It fucking slays me when you prostrate yourself like that.”
“I know, I’m sorry.”
“We also said no more apologizing for things you couldn’t control,” he reminded her, lifting her chin with a fingertip so he could brush his lips over hers. “Like that goddamn dog, for example. Did the cushion really require assassinating this morning?”
They both looked down at Luna. Jade eyes couldn’t quite make full contact in return.
“The snow made her a little crazy.”
“Snow makes everyone crazy by the end of winter.” Connor pushed her away to arm’s length, parted the robe. With gentle probing, he pressed over her chest until the briefest pinch of pain made itself aware. “Is that sore?”
“No. I don’t really feel it.”
“How about elsewhere?”
“Elsewhere?” Jenna frowned, then flushed. Oh,elsewhere. “No, I think it’s okay. Just achy more than anything.”
Relief flashed over his face. “Good. Good, I’m glad. Well, I suppose breakfast is in order before we tackle Luna’s morning surprise. Did she do her jobs outside?”
Jenna nodded, slightly disappointed he wasn’t checkingelsewhereas she would have liked. But, she reminded herself, Sarah had warned her he wouldn’t try anything for a few days. Apparently, a needle in the heart was enough to bring out his ultra-protective side. “Before thezoomies.”
The dark cloud of thunder his expression had suggested drifted away as he grinned. “I’ll give the damn dogzoomiesif she murders any more cushions. Feathers are a bitch to clean up and I don’t see her wielding the vacuum.”
With a vision of Luna standing on her hindlegs, steering the vacuum over the floor while wearing an old-fashioned housekeeper’s apron, Jenna giggled and shook her head. “She lacks opposable thumbs. I can vacuum while you make breakfast. We might not choke on feathers with our pancakes…” she said, planting the suggestion.
“Oh, we’re having pancakes now, are we?”
Connor didn’t give her time to answer. He must have seen something on her face, in her eyes, that resonated within him because he moved faster than she thought possible. His mouth covered hers, and she opened instantly. Tongues dueled fiercely; Jenna’s brains leaked out of her head and down her thighs.
His hands clamped down on her butt, stroking the slight curves before his fingers dug into the flesh and lifted her. Her legs hooked around his waist as his hand delved between them, spreading the robe wide. “You’re supposed to be resting.”
“I am. You’re doing all the work.” Her head fell back on a moan as teeth and lips attacked her throat, nibbling and sucking until her pussy clenched and moisture dripped. “We only live once, Connor.”
“Fuck it,” he snarled. He took three long strides until her back hit the wall—the wall—and his hands shoved his boxers down his thighs. With only the wall and the grip of her thighs keeping her in place, Jenna felt weightless. “Tell me if there’s any pain, baby. This will feel different.”
Different ho—Oooh. In what seemed like the blink of an eye, Connor’s cock pressed against her, nudged into her, at the same time his hands captured her hips and pulled her down his shaft as his pelvis rutted up.
She was full, stretched, and floating into oblivion within a second. Muscles complained briefly before they gripped his cock like crazy Amazon women trying to keep him hostage inside her. She garbled out a keening cry of pleasure with the first handful of thrusts, then screamed when—after she offered no objection—his pace and the power of his thrusts became more…substantial.
Nerves shimmied to life, dancing under her skin like fireflies. They spread, a wildfire of sensation from pussy to tummy, ziplining up her spine to some hallowed place at the base of her skull. From there, everything turned into light and sound.
Their breath mingled, Connor’s mouth taking hers as precisely as his cock claimed herelsewhere. Hands skipped and skimmed, fanning the flames, urging the heat to consume her.
Jenna choked on a cry, bowing back as the pulse in her brain detonated, blowing the orgasm far and wide, decimating her system into glitter-sized shards. Limp, she fell forward to pant on Connor’s shoulder, feeling his body still pistoning in and out inside of her, while hers moaned pitifully at the fresh stimulation to already aroused flesh.
“You okay, Jenna?” he asked gruffly, nuzzling her ear.
“Just…resting.” She grunted in an unladylike fashion as his drives became harder, deeper, spearing to the very core of her in smooth, fast rhythm. “You keep…working hard, okay?”
He laughed, and as the rumble of his humor resonated inside her, she mewled at his final thrust, the primal growl he released as heat seemed to fill the very heart of her. His teeth bit lightly into her throat and she purred like a kitten.