“I don’t scream when I come.”
A dark eyebrow arched. “Is that a challenge?”
Another dart of heat.
Then he lowered his mouth to her breast, flicking her aching nipple with his tongue and nipping it with his teeth before sucking it into the heat of his mouth.
Her exhale became a moan, her fingers fisting in his hair, the sweet ache between her thighs making her hips shift, her body already seeking release.
He shifted to the other breast, licking, nipping, suckling her, the fingers of his free hand making circles over the skin of her belly, caressing the curve of her hip, tickling its way up her inner thighs. Where his hands went, his mouth soon followed, his lips spreading fire over her skin, making her burn, covering her with goosebumps.
He rose up onto his knees, moved down to the foot of the bed, catching her ankles and lifting her legs. “I want to taste you.”
She sucked in a breath, her pulse skittering as he parted her with his fingers, lowered his mouth to her, and tasted her with a long, slow lick, two fingers sliding deep inside her. “Oh!”
He played with her for a while, licking and teasing her, his fingers driving her crazy, then he drew her into his mouth, suckling her clit like he had her nipples, his fingers stroking that special place inside her.
She moaned, the combined sensations staggering. Her fingers found their way to his hair again, digging in, holding on, pleasure coiling so tightly inside her that she thought she might break. “Connor.”
She shattered, biting back a cry as climax took her, bliss shaking her apart.
He stayed with her, maintaining the rhythm until her orgasm had passed. Then he settled himself between her thighs and buried himself inside her with a slow thrust, his cock wonderfully hard. He drove himself into her, his gaze locked with hers as he pushed her over that bright edge once more, catching her cry with a kiss.
But this time he was right there with her. He pulled out, spilled himself on her belly, breath hissing from between clenched teeth. For a moment, he sat between her thighs, the two of them breathing hard. Then he wiped her clean with the damp towel, put it in Mya’s bag, and set the bag outside the door.
Shanti was almost asleep by the time he crawled into bed beside her. He drew her close, and she snuggled against him. Soon, they were both asleep.