Pretty Instinct

by S. E. Hall

  “Me too.” I sigh, tangling my fingers in his soft brown hair. “I know exactly what you mean.”

  He lifts his head, his smile lighting up the whole darkened room as he holds my eyes reverently with his own. “I love you too, Lizzie. Pretty sure since the minute I met you, and certain I will forever.”

  Done with professions of the spoken sort, I grin devilishly and crook my finger, at which a primal groan rumbles out of him and he crashes into my mouth. He kisses me with his entirety…tongue demanding my surrender, hands finding mine and pinning them above my head, hips rocking his erection through my wetness, the broad head bumping my clit with every up slide, sending tremors scorching through me.

  I’m overwhelmed, turning my head to catch a breath, grinding back against him brazenly, my pulse thumping loudly in my ears. “Cannon,” I pant, “I can’t take it.”

  He laughs, pulling his mouth off my neck. “Oh, Lizzie my love, we’re just getting started. This is the part where you let go; no decisions, no planning, not a thing to worry about, and let me take care of you. You’re always in charge, always stressed. Turn it all off and trust me. Can you do that?”

  Can I do that? Completely abandon my post? I can’t even comprehend it.

  He releases my hands and trails a fingertip down each arm, across, tracing a circle around each of my nipples. They tighten into aching points and he hums low in his throat, licking his lips, his carnal gaze upon them. “Beautiful,” he whispers, still circling, antagonizing me.

  “Cannon,” I whine, squirming under him.

  “Hmm?”

  “I—d-do s-something.”

  “You haven’t answered my question, Lizzie.” His mouth pulls up in a grin but his eyes stay on their prize while I try to remember the damn question.

  Oh. “Yes, I can do that.”

  “That’s my girl,” he murmurs, lifting his eyes quickly to throw me a wink, then captures my right nipple in his mouth.

  A gasp rips out of me and my hands fly to him, anywhere, I have no idea, running wildly over his body. He sucks harder, flicking the point with the tip of his tongue, using his bodyweight to keep me still.

  His dick never stops sliding against me, teasing my clit mercilessly, hinting at my opening every few glides, and as hard as I try to manipulate, to guide it in me, he keeps my body trapped, thwarting all my attempts at taking control.

  “Not even close to time,” he denies me, now treating my other nipple to his hot, wet mouth.

  Fuck this…I am gonna explode, shoving a hand between us and grabbing said huge, hard dick before he can deny me. “Ah!” I squeal when he bites my nipple, not hard, but noticeably. “My mouth, Cannon,” I beg, “come ‘ere.”

  He breaks with a “pop” and kisses me as I’ve asked, soft and deliberately, and I match the speed of my hand pumping him up and down.

  “I want you,” I plead into his mouth, giving his shaft a squeeze.

  “You have me. God, do you have me.” He trails down my torso, both hands groping and squeezing my breasts as he licks and sucks his way to my navel. “Lizzie, move your hand…you gotta stop.”

  I audibly pout but do what he says, his kisses moving lower. “Gonna have to think of a new phrase, baby, cause I’m about to eat this pussy,” he croons, hands pushing apart my thighs.

  An embarrassing squeak barely has time to sound before becoming a desperate mewl, his mouth latching on to the center of me. Oh my sweet… “Cann—oh my God, Cannon!” I squeeze shut my eyes, head thrashing side to side as his thumbs spread me open and a hard tongue slides inside me. “Ah, fuckkk!” It’s one long, drawn out howl, his tongue fucking me, his finger pressing my clit in circles. “Never stop, never ever stop,” I beg, my knees bending, legs gripping the sides of his head, hands pulling his hair. “Oh, I’m—”

  “Fuck yes, you are,” he growls carnally, “all over my face, now!” And then he’s back with almost painful suction, spearing that wicked tongue in and out, pinching my clit as he plays with it.

  I’ll never know where my orgasm starts or ends, only sure it’s the most phenomenal thing I’ve ever felt in my life…absolutely no comparison to the ones I give myself. Once the spots quit flashing behind my eyelids, I slowly open them, sated and boneless, as relaxed as I may ever get.

  Here he comes, kissing his way back up to rumble in my ear. “Feels good giving me the reins, huh?”

  “Mmm.”

  “That’s my pussy now, baby, and it tastes perfect.”

  I turn my head to him and giggle. “Not quite the gentleman I thought you were, huh?”

  “Sometimes I’ll be gentle, other times not so much, but I’ll always give you exactly what you need,” he kisses me chastely, “I swear it.”

  I nod, as sure that’s true as I am of my own name, and latch on to the back of his head, initiating a carnivorous kiss, pulling away when I realize…

  “Get used to it, love.” He traces my lips with the tip of his tongue. “Gonna eat ya, a lot, and always gonna kiss ya.”

  I don’t feel bad about my whole Sybil thing now, since Cannon’s clearly made up of different layers himself. As amazing as his chivalrous, gentlemanly side is, I’m quickly finding I thrive on his inner sexual heathen just as much.

  No way I’m discouraging his feasting upon me, and I’m damn sure not going without his kiss…resolved, I delve into his mouth with every ounce of passion and abandon I possess, whimpering each time his hands find a new spot on my body to caress and command. No part of us left untangled, he rolls, placing me on top of the sweaty, writhing heap we’ve become and I take to it naturally. It’s now my scandalous movements that control the glide of him through the middle of my wetness, until he grips my hips fiercely, halting me.

  Glistening chest heaving rapidly, he releases my mouth and lays his head back to take one methodical scan of me astride him. “I promise to tell you when you’re not naked too, but damn, babe, you’re flawless.” He places both my hands on his pecs. “Lift up,” he instructs and pats my ass. When I do, he treats me to yet another fatally sexy maneuver, wrapping his hand around his erection, eyes fastened on the place we’re about to join. “Take me in, baby, slow and easy. We only get this moment once. Savor it with me.”

  For a split second I think of the lack of condom, but dismiss it just as fleetingly. We both know I’m on the pill and I trust him; I know he’d die before hurting or putting me at risk in any way. I take a deep, brave breath in for him and exhale it gradually as I take him inside me. A pained hiss accompanies my wince and his whole body tenses under me.

  “Dear God, Lizzie, love, snug as—” His hands at my hips lifts me up some. “Gonna have to work it in, little at, ahh,” his head crashes back on the pillow and his eyes roll up in his head, “at a time.” Adam’s apple bobbing frantically, he directs my body, up, down some, up, and downward again as more of his rigid, pulsing length eases inside the depths of my body.

  Honestly, I liked his mouth better. This is as pleasurable as a steel rod being forced in a pinhole. But each time, our union becomes wetter, silkier, until my ass finally rests flush on his thighs.

  It’s not as painful anymore, merely noticeably full, and I can’t prevent the tears that spring to my lids. Not from discomfort, but from gravity of the overwhelming sense of unity. Cannon’s inside me, physically catching up to where he’s been mentally and emotionally for a while now.

  I belong to someone, wholly, on every level I have to offer.

  “I love you, Cannon,” I whisper past the deceiving sob.

  He lifts a hand to wipe the tears that broke free. “I love you too, beautiful girl, forever. Come ‘ere,” he says, nestling me against his chest. “You okay?” he asks warily, placing a kiss on my hair.

  I shake my head, sniffling. “Just love you, feel loved.”

  He grunts, rolling us over again as one, staring down at me. “Wanted you to take it yourself and you did. Now I’m gonna show you just how much I adore you. I want to make love to you.”


  “Please.” I fidget and flash a tiny grin in anticipation of what this beautiful man can do to me—give life to the deepest buried and untapped piece of who I really am. His eyes stay on mine as he begins to slide in and out of me, taking frenzied breaths through his nose, his waning control shining in our stare.

  “This is where I belong. You feel so right, Lizzie,” he groans, eyes pinching shut as his thrusts increase in force and speed. “My Eden.”

  My hands know no boundaries or agenda, touching all of him, my fingers gliding across his sweat slickened skin and coiled muscles, eventually seizing his taut ass.

  “Pull your legs up, knees bent,” he snarls, my body immediately complying with his demand. Rising on his own knees now, he slides his hands under my ass and tilts my pelvis, driving into new depths, rumbling over my moans. “You tight little witch, feel what you do to me. Need you there too, baby, use your fingers. Hurry.” His pants, words, and grunts combine into a magnificent chorus of masculine, satisfied reverberations that ignite a fire within me.

  I do his bidding, flicking my clit feverishly as he pounds into me with reckless abandon. Refusing to close my eyes despite their best efforts, I absorb the sight of him relishing in my body and brace myself when both mental and physical switches in me flip. “Cannon!” I shriek, my inner muscles flexing and contracting around his hardness in a gush of ecstasy.

  “Oh fuck, ye-yes,” he hisses past his clenched jaw, then hastily pulls himself out of me and comes all over my stomach. Still pumping long after he’s done, his eyes finally open, seeking mine that never closed. “Don’t you move.” He winks and blows me a kiss, climbing off the bed.

  He’s back before my pulse has time to decelerate, toting a warm washcloth that he uses to gently clean between my legs, then my stomach. Tossing it on the nightstand, he lies down and drags me against his warm body. He tucks my head under his chin, kissing my hair delicately with a drawn out sigh. “I should’ve asked about a condom,” he says softly. “I’m sorry, baby.”

  “Don’t be. You know I take the pill and I trust you.” I snuggle in closer, lavishing in the large, solid body encapsulating me in comfort beyond my dreams.

  “Well, if you’re not mad, then may I just say, now that I know…I’m quite sure I’m allergic to condoms.”

  I chuckle at the hopefulness in his voice. “Is that right?”

  “Absolutely. And I shudder to think what might happen if I’m expected to pull out while you’re pulsing around me ever again. I may never recover.”

  “Cannon?”

  “Siren?”

  “Go to sleep.”

  Chapter 23

  If I wasn’t already well aware he hadn’t fallen asleep either, the heavy weight of his stare, even at my back, and the tender bites on my shoulder definitely gave it away.

  “Know you’re awake,” nip, “need a nibble,” another tiny bite. “You, my love, are the Patron Saint of Posers.”

  I try to roll over, but he stops me with an unyielding hand on my hips. “What’s that supposed to mean? I was asleep.”

  He chuckles against my skin, stroking his foot along my calf. “Not just sleep posing, which you were, but everything. You try on so many masks Lizzie, to intimidate, hide, lots of reasons; you don’t have to do that anymore. Just as you are, anyway, any time, I’m right here with you, loving you. You’re my tough little nut, but I cracked ya. Any further hiding or guising on your part would be futile. I’m so locked in, I’m not even sure I’m a separate entity any longer.”

  “You pillow talk pretty, Romeo. Calling me a posing nut will not get you anywhere,” I reply grouchily. “But the rest of it? Hmmm,” I moan groggily, euphoric and free-falling into the security of his potent, lovingly reverent words, “I might like it.”

  “Liar.” He moves my hair aside and places open-mouth kisses down my neck, his lips finding rest between my shoulder blades. “You love that I call you out, refuse to let you hide. You need my rational as badly as I thrive on your ferocity, admit it.”

  “I admit nothing.” I attempt to scoot further away, triggering the exact response I was seeking—his carnal growl and reeling me back in, eliminating so much as an air pocket between our bodies.

  “My sweet Lizzie, so stubborn and guarded, a legendary badass in her own mind. I knew it the minute I met you.” He tests my will, trailing his tongue down the length of my spine.

  “Knew what?” I beg on a whisper.

  “Shh, I’m counting your pulse. If it breaks 150, I’ll be forced to take drastic measures.”

  Oh Lord, his left hand leaves my hip to slink down and across my stomach, hinting at my curls. That will not help my pulse, I assure you. “Cannon,” I husk breathily, pushing my bottom into him.

  “137. I can do better,” he proclaims in a stern, confident voice and flips me over and under him. “I knew we’d be perfect, timeless. Your pulse sped up every step you took my way, till it finally matched how fast my heart was beating in my chest watching you from afar.”

  “Cannon.” My eyes water happily as I lift a trembling hand to his cheek. “Thank God opposites attract. Which means I’m officially nothing,” I choke up on a sob, “because you are everything. Everything.”

  “Not sure I like you calling yourself nothing,” he grasps both my hands and pulls them over my head, “but I do adore the sentiment. I love when my Lizzie’s heart talks,” he murmurs, burying his face in my neck and with one false bump, slides gently inside me.

  He traps my hands, but not my legs, which I wrap around him, digging my ankles into his ass, forcing him deeper, closer…never close enough. “Kiss me,” I plead, hopelessly addicted to his kisses.

  “Tell me.” He runs his nose along mine, puffs of restraint hot on my lips.

  “I love you, Cannon. I need you, I choose you. Oh God.” My murmurs turn to a scream when he…honestly, I have no idea what the hell he just did but, ohh…

  “Don’t squirm, baby, you want me on that spot, I promise.”

  No need to sell me, Magic Man, I so believe you.

  He lets my hands free to scoop under and dangle my knees over his forearms, reaching a place deep inside where scarily good things happen. He turns his head and takes his nibble from my ankle without letting up in the rhythm of his powerful thrusts. “You haven’t,” surge in and pant, “missed a pill, right?”

  “N-no,” I somehow answer.

  “Fingers, baby, I’m coming in ya, want you with me.”

  I don’t need it this time, truly, he’s hitting some mystical “easy button” in me, but Bedroom Cannon brooks no argument.

  I’m coming before my hand even gets there, exploding and wrenching around him from such an elicit, vulgar…sexy command. This one’s much different. I can’t get a deep breath, getting dizzy, barely conscious of his single, hoarse wail filling the room.

  ***

  Later, I wake, the heat and light of the afternoon sun fighting through the blinds, in a cocoon of Cannon’s arms and legs, snaring me from every angle, as though clinging for dear life—one false move and I’d disappear. I know the fear all too well. Not wanting to disturb him, I ignore my bladder for as long as possible, gaping in awe at his beauty, quiet and peaceful under the shroud of his sleep.

  I could lie here and study him all day, dark hair unruly, a smirk hinting at his mouth even in slumber, but nature calls incessantly, like a telemarketer jacked up on Dew.

  “Cannon,” I whisper, trying to rouse him gently.

  “Mmm,” he hums sleepily, reaffirming his hold on me.

  “I’m sorry, but I need to use the bathroom and you seem to be holding me hostage.” I giggle, peppering his cheeks with soft kisses.

  “Come right back,” he groans, easing his bondage clutch.

  I climb from the bed, intensely aware of aches and tingles in swollen parts far too long neglected and grin at the reminder.

  Surely he fell right back to sleep, which means I can take a bath, desperate to soak away the soreness. I make quick work of
lowering myself into the warm, soothing water, certain areas overwhelming grateful.

  As soon as I’m nearing sated comfort, the door opens. I flinch. While my aches are gloriously earned and far from regrettable, I refuse to go another round…at least until I’ve been cleared by a holistic hoochie healer. “My vagina is on a twenty-four hour sabbatical, if that’s what you’re huntin’,” I deadpan, not opening my worn out eyes. Every part of me is exhausted; even my hair hurts.

  “I wasn’t huntin’, ‘til you dropped the v-bomb. Is this one of those reverse psychology things where you say you don’t want what you’re actually jonesing for?”

  I let my head fall his way and pry open one eye. “Not even a little bit. But if that’s for me, I might have a kiss in me somewhere.”

  “It’s for you.” He hands me the tall glass of orange juice. “Kiss me hard on de lips and I may have a couple of pain relievers in my other hand.” He bends over, lips puckered adorably.

  “Closer,” I whine, refusing to meet him halfway, which would require actual movement.

  He destroys the gap, grazing his lips on mine whisper soft, holding his hand out and open with my relief. “Thought you might be sore, and I’m sorry you’re hurting, but—”

  My phone ringing from the other room cuts him off and he rises to go grab it, while I swallow the pills, not stopping ‘til the glass is empty.

  “Really? That’s awesome, Con.” He walks back in, his whole face beaming at whatever tales Conner’s weaving on the other end of the line.

  Now I move, climbing out and swiping two towels off the rack. I wrap one around me, the other over my hair, and shove my hot little hand toward the phone. “Gimme.”

  “Con, your sister’s dying to talk to ya, so I’m gonna give her the phone,” pause, “miss you too,” he answers solemnly, corners of his mouth turning down just a bit.