Page 73 of Conner

She bit her lip and looked out the window. Even in the dim lighting of his car as they passed under streetlights, he swore he could see the flush creep up her chest and into her cheeks. He put his hand on her thigh and breathed a sigh of relief as she laced her fingers through his. Whatever weirdness had been hanging between them was burned away. If she was feeling even an ounce of the passion he was feeling right now, it was going to be a fun night.

Once he pulled into his garage, he was keyed up enough to take her right there. Emotions had been all over the place since the police station. He didn't know what to think when she had slept in the guest room last night, but it looked like things were back on track.

They made it into his kitchen, and he was already slipping off his suit jacket.

“Are you sure you're not disappointed that you didn’t go out with the team?” she asked. But then she turned to look at him and the hunger in his gaze must have melted that uncertainty away.

“No, Sasha, I'm not disappointed.”

She looked at him, her plump bottom lip trapped between her teeth, and he was done waiting. He stepped into her space, his hands reaching for her hips, pulling her to him. “You're so fucking beautiful, baby.” Then his lips came crashing down to her and she moaned, pulling at the buttons on his shirt. Desperation for her took over. He would never get his fill of this woman. The need to hear her moan right now was all he felt. He wasn't going to be making it to the bed. He hiked up her dress and pulled down her panties. Then he picked her up and set her on the marble countertop, sliding her panties off her feet before burying his face in her perfect pussy.

“Conner!” she gasped in surprise.

He looked up at her eyed hooded in lust. “You want me to stop?”

“No,” she said. Her hand fisted into his hair and pushed his head to her core. He was more than happy to take it from there. His tongue began to flick little circles over her clit as he moaned. He slipped in a finger, and she moaned. He kept his pace steady working her, losing himself to this perfect moment between them, because every moment he spent between her legs was a perfect moment.

Her head fell back, and her knuckles turned white gripping the counter hard. He added another finger and added more pressure to her clit. She cried out as her breath turned into little pants, and the hand fisted in his hair pulled a bit harder creating a stinging sensation at the base. He was so fucking turned on. He hooked his fingers finding the spot inside of her that had her grinding on his face. She was so close, he wanted to draw it out, give her all the pleasure she deserved, but he wanted inside of her too badly. He drew her clit into his mouth with a strong suck as the pace of his fingers quickened.

“Oh Conner,” she moaned. “Yes, Conner.” His name on her lips was like a benediction. He may not like the circumstances she had come to stay with him, but he was happy she was here. And then her legs squeezed around him, and she climaxed. The proof of the climax dripped into Conner’s chin, and he worked her through every spasm. When she finished, he looked up at her and wiped his mouth. He wasn't done with her yet.

“I need you in my bed right now,” he said as he helped her off the counter. His hand found the small of her back and he guided her out of the kitchen. They made their way up the stairs and his heart filled at all that glorious ass in front of him. He was ready to sink into this woman. One night without her in his bed was too much.

That thought was not one he could deal with right now because he would have to stop and think about how used to Sasha he already was. How much he enjoyed her in his day-to-day life. How he hadn't even realized he was lonely in this big house by himself until Sasha was in it making it feel like a home. No, those weren't thoughts for right now. All he needed to do right now was focus on the beautiful woman who was now opening his bedroom door. He needed her naked on his bed. He needed to worship her beautiful body. He needed to feel all that softness under him while he got lost in the magic that seemed to light in him when he was with her.

Once they were both in the room, he kicked the door shut behind him. His eyes burned with lust for her. She turned to face him, and she slowly started to peel off her clothes while he watched. His fingers slowly worked unbuttoning the buttons of his dress shirt. Before long Sasha stood before him in only a purple lace bra. Her eyes connected with his, heat blazing.

“Fuck,” Conner groaned out taking in the beauty of Sasha Maloof. He pulled off his shirt. Sasha made her way over to him and kissed him. He held her close and kissed right back, one hand fisting in her hair, his other palming her ass, pulling her close. Her hands worked his buckle and undid his pants. As the pants fell to the floor Sasha reached into his boxer briefs and wrapped her hand around his hard cock. She bit his bottom lip as he groaned.

Before Conner knew what was happening, Sasha dropped to her knees, pulled down his underwear, and licked the underside of his cock. She trailed back to put the tip into her mouth, looking up at him through her lashes. The image of Sasha Maloof on her knees in her pretty bra and panties taking him into her mouth would forever be burned in his brain. He knew this moment would be the genesis of this orgasm and would fuel many to come. This image would get him through every lonely hotel room.

His brain turned off and he was now purely driven by lust for his queen kneeling before him. He would not let this end before he was inside of her. He pulled her up and pulled all her luscious curves to his body, kissing her hard. Her mouth opened to him, and he poured all the desire and need he had for this woman into this kiss. His hand found the clasp of her bra and easily undid it. He pulled back slightly and slipped the bra from her shoulders pressing a kiss to each shoulder before dropping the garment to the floor. Bending his knees slightly, he palmed her ass and picked her up. Her legs wrapped around him pressing her hot core to him.

Making it to the bed, he laid her down, pressing her into the mattress. He started kissing down her neck as he thumbed one of her nipples to a peak. Kissing lower still he sucked that nipple into mouth as she moaned beneath him.

He lined himself up with her core, his eyes connected with hers as he pushed in. Something powerful shifted in his heart as they connected. A wave of emotion swept over him. He had to bury his face in her shoulder as he started pumping in and out of her before the tears that were beginning to pool in his eyes spilled out. He had never experienced this during sex before. He was overwhelmed with adoration for the woman before him.

She clung to him just as hard, holding him tightly to her body as he pumped his hips, grinding into her making her whimper with need.

“Sasha, you’re perfect,” he whispered in her ear. While that is what he said, he knew those words meant 'Sasha, I love you.' The wave of emotion threatened to overtake him again.

She began to grind against him with each pump as she moaned, and her breaths turned into little pants. Conner knew this meant she was almost there, so he just kept pace, holding her close moving in and out of her. The feeling of being inside of her was heaven. She was heaven.

Her nails dug into his back as her rhythm became erratic. “Conner,” she called out.

“I’m right here, baby. Right here with you,” he whispered in her ear. Her body clenched and she cried out, still clinging to him. Conner followed her right over the edge, lost in the bliss of their connection.

He pulled back just enough to look into her eyes and kissed her. He kissed her because he loved her. He was madly in love with Sasha Maloof and would be with her even when all this was over if she would have him. He looked into her eyes while their bodies were still connected, and he could see it in her eyes too. They were glassy and filled with emotion like his were. She felt it too.

He didn't have the words right now; he dipped his head for a sweet kiss then pressed a sweet kiss to her forehead. “You are perfect.” His whisper was filled with reverence as they lay there panting. Her hands slid up his back and into his hair, holding his head to hers as they enjoyed this moment and each other.

Finally, he managed to pull out of her and fall to her side, pulling her into his arms. They kissed and held each other in solemn silence. He thought he had made love before, but it had never felt like that. Never.

After they both slipped into the bathroom to clean up, they got under the covers and clung to each other. They held each other all night. Sleep found Sasha much sooner than it found Conner. He just laid there in awe of this beautiful woman in his arms. She was his life now; he knew that beyond a doubt.

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