Page 45 of Claiming Becca

“So. Fucking. Beautiful,” I growl against her mouth. We look ridiculous. There’s paint in her hair and mine, but this is us, and I wouldn’t change it for anything. My balls draw up as I feel my orgasm building. Gritting my teeth, I hold off to ensure she comes again. I feel her walls flutter around me. I gaze down at her as she comes apart in my arms. Her eyes are closed, and her breaths are coming out in pants.

“Look at me,” I command. Her eyes fly open. I stare into her midnight-blue eyes. How many conversations have we had with just our eyes? She’s the only person who can tell what I’m thinking from just a look.

I show her everything I’m feeling now, and I can tell from her expression that she sees it. She sees it all. And she feels it with me. I rock into her a few more times, and then she’s coming all over my cock. My orgasm hits me like a freight train as I release into her.

“Fuck.” I groan as I bury my face in her neck. “So good.” I rock into her a few more times before I collapse, completely spent. She runs her hands over my back and hair as I catch my breath.

Finally rolling off her, I lean on my elbow and look down at her. I glance down at her body and then mine. We are a mess. When my eyes return to her face, she has a wide smile. I smirk at her, and she starts laughing. I stand, stretching out my hand to her. She grabs it as I help her up, wrapping my arms around her waist and kissing her nose.

“We’re going to have to take so many showers before all this paint comes off,” she says.

I shrug one shoulder as I grab her hand and lead her to my room. “It was totally worth it.” I wink at her.

She shakes her head with an amused look on her face. “It was.”

I brush a kiss over her cheek before turning the shower on to warm up the water. “I love you,” I tell her again.

She beams at me and wraps her arms around me as I draw her close again. “And I love you.” She replies as I lean down and seal that with a kiss.

CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR

BECCA

I WAKEup with Connor’s chest against my back. His arm is wrapped around my waist, and his face is in my hair. My chest fills with so much love. I run my fingers down his arm, enjoying the feeling of him pressed against me. As often as I fantasized and daydreamed about this, nothing compares to the real thing. When you’ve wanted something for so long, then it finally happens; it’s like trying to convince my brain this is real and I won’t wake up from a dream.

I push back against him and feel his hard cock against my ass. Connor sleeps naked, and I am not complaining. Who would have ever thought this could happen? His arm tightens around my waist as he moves his lips against my neck.

“I’m gonna need you to stop doing that,” he murmurs groggily. I grin as I push back against him again. He releases a soft moan.

“That?” I ask him innocently.

He growls and rocks against me. “Woman! I’m meeting Julian and Bailey this morning. You’re going to make me late.” I rock against him again. His hand slides up to my breast, massaging it. His thumb flicks against my nipple, causing me to gasp.

“Push your panties down.” I pull my lips between my teeth and do as he says. All I’m wearing are some panties and a tank top. His breath brushes against my ear, causing me to shiver. I push my panties down and kick them off.

“That’s my good girl,” he praises. My heart starts beating faster. He grabs my leg and pulls it over his thigh. His hand travels down my stomach between my legs. His finger glides through my folds, and I suck in a breath.

“Always so wet for me,” he groans against my shoulder. “You ready for me, baby?”

“Yes. Please,” I gasp. He lines up with me and pushes in slow and deep. “Oh god!” I cry out.

“This has to be quick,” he murmurs against my ear. I nod, unable to speak. “Touch yourself,” he commands. I stiffen.

His mouth kisses my neck. “Don’t be embarrassed,” he whispers as he holds my leg and pushes into me. I run my hand down my stomach between my legs. Pausing for a second, I take a deep breath before taking my middle finger and rubbing it against my clit. I cry out at how good it feels.

“That’s it. So good,” he says against my ear. As he picks up speed, I also increase the pressure on my clit. I’ve gotten myself off before, but this is my first time being so full and touching myself simultaneously. He’s hitting that spot deep in me, making my eyes roll back in my head. He pushes me onto my stomach and lifts my hips, kneeling behind me. “Keep touching yourself.” This position is so different. He’s going even deeper and touching all the right spots. My face is turned to the side and pressed into the mattress as he thrusts into me.

“Fuck. Becca,” he moans. I’m about to fall over the edge. I pinch my clit between my thumb and forefinger and clench around his cock. He thrusts into me two more times before he groans out his release. His chest hits my back, but he holds himself up with one hand so he doesn’t crush me. He rolls off me and pulls me onto his chest, holding me tight.

I lean up on my arms and stare up at him. “I know it’s a little late to discuss this, but we haven’t used a condom since the first time.”

He gazes at me, pushing my hair out of my face. “I’m clean.”

A huff of laughter leaves me. “You’re not worried about me getting pregnant?” I ask him.

He tilts his head at me. “No. But I see you take your birth control every morning. You take it with your coffee,” he says.

I smile and shake my head. “I didn’t realize you noticed that.”

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