Page 132 of Better Late Than Never

I didn’t have to hold myself up for long, though. After he’d eased himself in a little, Connor whispered, “Down on your stomach.”

I sank down to the bed, and he followed, never once pulling out. I closed my eyes as his weight settled over the top of me. I didn’t know why that was so sexy, but it was, and I didn’t question it.

I especially didn’t question it because he started moving inside me again, and most of my thoughts went blank. He kissed the back of my shoulder, then nipped it as he pushed in deeper. I didn’t even recognize the sounds I was making, but I hoped they translated to“yes, please”and“give me more.”

He did give me more, but he didn’t pick up speed or thrust into me. Though I knew he’d hold back a little so we could still fuck over the rest of the weekend, I still expected him to drill me deep and hard. I expected a frantic quickie.

I did not expect the slow, perfect slide of his cock while he kissed my neck and held me close. I’d been close to coming the instant he’d walked in the door, my orgasm on a hair trigger after too long without him, but somehow he kept that finish just out of my reach. He rode me so painfully slowly that every nerve ending in my body lit up like runway lights, but he didn’t make me—didn’tletme—come.

“Connor…”

“Like that?” he purred in my ear as he eased back in.

“Yes. It’s…” I squirmed under him, trying to use my hips to coax him into moving faster. “Harder.”

His lips curved against my skin. “We’ll get there.” He kissed my shoulder. “I don’t want to come yet, though.” He started to withdraw as slowly as he’d pushed in. “I’ve been dying to have you. I need to feel you.”

“Oh my God…”

He kept at it, his strokes glacially slow, letting me feel every inch of him.

“Does it—how does it feel?” I rasped.

“So good,” he groaned. “So fucking hot and tight and…” He shivered hard, and he picked up some speed. I gripped the edge of the mattress and squeezed my eyes shut, overwhelmed and intoxicated by everything he did. None of my toys could ever compare to Connor’s dick moving inside me. There was no replacing the heat of his skin or the rush of his breath or just knowing we were as close as two human beings could be. No toy could ever match the low groans or the soft whispers of, “God, you feel amazing” and “I’ve missed you so damn much.”

I was so close to the edge it was painful, but somehow…somehowhe kept me from going over it. I was in heaven and hell at the same time, utterly blissed out by everything he did, but also on the brink of losing my mind because I needed to come so,sobad.

“Please let me come,” I finally whimpered. “Connor, baby, I’m?—”

I’d go to my grave wondering exactly what he did, but he changed his strokes somehow, and I went careening over the edge with a helpless cry.

Behind me, Connor’s whole body jerked. He grunted in my ear, and then he moaned as he tried to push himself deeper. I rocked my hips as much as I could to drive him on, my head spinning as his orgasm forced a helpless cry from his lips.

Bottoming without a condom didn’t feel much different, but there was still something so amazingly sexy about him coming in me without one. I didn’t care about the mess. The closeness, the intimacy, the trust—it was all on another level with him, and that moment of release turned out to bemind-blowing.

He shuddered and sighed, and then he touched his forehead to the back of my shoulder. “Oh my God…”

“Uh-huh.” I let my own forehead fall to the pillow. For a moment, we just lay there, both of us trembling and trying to catch our breath.

Then he kissed my shoulder and pulled out. We got up on shaking legs, cleaned up, and returned to the thoroughly rumpled bed.

Connor collapsed onto the mattress and sighed heavily, letting the fatigue really show for the first time.

I lay beside him, propping my head up on my arm. “Long day?”

“Oh my God.” He rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger before letting his arm fall beside him. “I should’ve taken the train to Madrid.”

“What the hell happened anyway?”

“Ugh, who knows?” He met my gaze again. “They made some long announcement in Spanish, and then in English, they just said the flight was delayed.”

I laughed softly. “That’s so helpful, isn’t it?”

“Gotta love not speaking the common language.”

“I know, right?”

He reached up to touch my face, and a tired smile pulled at his lips. “I’m here, though. It was a long day, but I got here, and now we have the whole weekend.”

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