Saoirse giggles lightly, her mouth tasting like mochi and sake, and I sweep her into my arms, carrying her towards the elevator that will take us up to our room.
Just one more night like this. We’ll pretend for one more night.I want her, and my senses are hazy with alcohol, my defenses down. I can’t pretend that I don’t ache for her right now. After my failure today at the Nakamura house, I’m even more eager to succeed at my goal of getting Saoirse pregnant with my heir.
It’s a duty, but a damned pleasurable one.
I just have to keep from being too caught up in the pleasure of it.
I set Saoirse down inside our room, and she turns towards me instantly, warm and wet as she goes up on her toes for her mouth to find mine. My hands squeeze her ass, her wet bikini sending water across the floor, and she laughs.
“Let me get undressed,” she says, squirming out of my hands. “You can follow if you want.”
Saoirse throws a wink over her shoulder as she says it, swaying towards the bathroom, and I can’t do anythingbutfollow. Already, I want to have my hands and mouth on her again. I feel ravenous for her, and all I can do is hope that with a few more of these nights, I can satisfy this desire in us both and move on.
For both our sakes.
9
SAOIRSE
Connor follows me all the way to the bathroom, like a predator stalking his prey. It sends a thrill through me, and I enjoy teasing him, untying my sarong as I reach the door and letting it flutter damply to the tile, reaching behind me to pull the string of my bikini top loose before turning to face him, the wet black material still held to my breasts as his blue eyes darken with anticipation.
I love turning him on, seeing his body tense for me, seeing him get hard. I watch his gaze follow me hotly as I let the top fall to the floor, too, exposing my breasts for him as I wriggle out of my wet bikini bottoms. When I step out of them, kicking them aside and letting Connor see me entirely naked, the sound he makes as he strides towards me is nearly feral.
He yanks down his swim trunks, his rock-hard erection brushing his abs as he scoops me into his arms, carrying me towards the bed and depositing me directly in the center of it before following me, spreading my thighs wide with one rough gesture of his hands.
Something deep within me clenches, thrilling by the rough grip of his palms as he moves between my legs, his breath hot on my skin as he lets out a lustful groan.
I’m not sure if anything has ever turned me on as much as how eager Connor can be to go down on me. He eats me out as if I’m the most delicious thing he’s ever tasted, and this time is no different. His tongue plunges between my folds, lapping at my entrance before sliding up to my clit, sucking my sensitive flesh into his mouth as he pushes two fingers into me, curling them and thrusting as he pushes me hard and fast towards what feels like a cataclysmic orgasm.
“Connor!” I gasp his name, throwing my head back as my fingers claw at the sheets, my back arching. It feels so incredible, the pleasure coming on fast and hard, and I’ve never been so ready to come, needed it so badly. I can feel myself on the cusp, hovering there, driven wild by his tongue and fingers—
--and then he jerks back, his fingers withdrawing and leaving me hollow, my clit throbbing and twitching at the sudden loss of his tongue. I cry out, writhing on the bed, and Connor smirks from between my legs, licking my glistening arousal off of his lips as he watches me.
“What—don’t stop!” I exclaim, arching towards him. “I’m so close—”
“I know.” He grins. “What was that about not begging, princess?”
I glare at him. “You—”
“Ask me nicely, and I’ll make you come without teasing you any longer. Beg for it, and I’ll make you come as many times as I can bear, until I can’t stand not having my cock in you any longer.”
Everything in my body feels as if it contracts at that, pleasure and need washing over me and swirling through my veins in an aching, maddening wave. “Connor—”
He reaches between my thighs, brushing the tip of his index finger over my aching clit. “Beg, princess.”
I glare at him. “Not a chance.”
The look on his face tells me that’s what he was hoping I would say. For my part, as tortured as I am, I enjoy playing with him. It’s torturing him, too—he wants to be inside of me as badly as I want to come, and this is only prolonging it.
I’d underestimated how badly he wanted to hear me beg, though.
He brings me to the edge of orgasm with his fingers and tongue three more times, leaving me panting and squirming, nails clawing at the sheets as my pussy tightens so hard around his fingers the third time that he can barely pull them out of me. “Connor!” I cry out as he stops again, and he laughs darkly.
“I’ll make you come so hard you forget your own name, princess. Just beg for it. Or beg for my cock, and I’ll give you that.”
I bite my lower lip hard, and Connor shrugs. “Have it your way.”
I think he’s going to assault my aching clit with his mouth again, but instead, he rises up on his knees, splaying my legs wide as he grips his cock, pushing the swollen head against my clit. I cry out immediately at the sensation of his rigid flesh and the heat of his pre-cum, slick over my drenched and sensitive skin, and Connor looks down at me with a lustful heat in his eyes.