Wanting More by Jennifer Foor

will find a way to see you, I promise.”
    “Kiss me.”
    Conner cocked his eyebrow. “Where?”
    “Everywhere.”
    He started on my stomach and worked his way down between my legs, placing small soft kisses as he moved around. When he got to my pussy, he continued placing the tiny kisses over it and all around my inner thighs. I wanted to feel his hot tongue, but he just teased me with his lips some more.  “You goin’ to beg me?”
    I sat up and looked down at him coming so close to licking my hot sex. He kept teasing it with his tongue, making me want to jerk my hips up just to feel it on me. “Please don’t make me beg you.”
    He kissed it again, this time holding his lips there longer. “How long did I have to wait for this night? I want to hear you say it.”
    I began to laugh, thinking of all the times he taunted me and all the times I shut him down. Sure his stolen kisses got me all hot and bothered, but at the time I found them inappropriate. Now, I wanted to feel Conner’s hands on me; his mouth on me.  While he waited for my reply, he placed more kisses all around my sex. “Conner, please use your tongue, before I go insane. I want you to lick me and never stop!” I let out a whimper, just remembering how he made me feel before.
    “I knew you’d beg.”
    Before he could dive in, I tossed a pillow at him. “Shut up and get to work, cowboy.”
    I felt his tongue sliding between the folds and the room began to spin again. His tongue was a tool, designed for this very task. I screamed his name, I shuddered, I trembled and when it was all over, I was ready to do whatever he asked me.
     
     
     

Chapter 11
    Conner
    We stayed up as long as we could before our tired bodies gave out on us. When I woke up the next morning, with Amy still in my arms, I actually felt happy about it. This little game had taken me by surprise and turned into something I wanted more of. Now, the problem was going to be finding a way to make it happen.
    Amy’s overbearing husband already didn’t trust her, and her staying out all night wasn’t going to play to our favor. Sure, she would say she stayed with my sister, or someone else, but he wasn’t going to believe that every single time. Amy opened her eyes and sat up. "Oh my God! Conner what time is it?"
    "Just six. The sun is just risin'."
    She ran into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. I put my arms behind my head and waited for her to come back out. "We have to go! You have to take me back to my car."
    I tried to grab her, to pull her back in bed, but she thrashed her arm around and forced me to let go. "Please, Conner."
    Since she was apparently in some kind of freak out mode, I climbed out of bed and went into the bathroom. When I came out, she was dressed back in her regular clothes and had everything that was mine packed back in my bag. "Guess you're ready to roll?"
    "I just need to get home before he wakes up."
    I grabbed the door and held it open for her. I handed her the keys as she passed me and tried to get a smile from her, but her face was cold and determined. I had to admit, it felt like she was blowing me off and I wasn't used to that. After tossing my key card in the night drop box, I climbed in my truck and found her sitting there waiting for me with her hands folded. The ride back to town was uneventful. She sat there looking out the window, refusing to look my way. I wasn't really sure what to say to her. I knew she was worried about that deadbeat husband catching her, but she wouldn't speak to me; the one person that kept her safe. My stomach started to hurt when I pulled up to the parking lot across from her car. I didn't want to make it obvious and pull up next to it in case someone was watching. She grabbed her keys off my dash and opened the truck door, but I reached over and got ahold of her arm before she could jump out. "Amy, wait."
    She still wouldn't look at me. "Conner, please don't make this awkward."
    Damn, the roles were reversing