Page 200 of Rules of Association

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I woke up with the moon in the sky and my back pressed against the hard plain of Connor’s chest. A feeling of safety and belonging deeper than any career path or fundraising could ever give me. A feeling of home, right in Connor’s arms. I could cry right that second. I was trying not to get too emotional, but the fact that this man I admired admired me right back was heart moving.

I didn’t remember falling asleep, but I was slowly coming awake to the melodic motion of Connor’s fingertips over my body. I don’t think he was trying to, but the gentle pressure he was applying to secretly sensitive areas of my person, was waking me in more ways than one.

“Mmm,” I hummed as I stretched back into him. Relaxed, I tipped my head back. “I didn’t think I’d fall asleep, sorry.”

“It’s fine,” he murmured, his finger running lazily down the center of my chest and tracing the rounded outline of it. “I don’t mind when you rest. It makes me happy when you’re this comfortable with me.”

“Haven’t I always been?” I asked, not able to think of a time when I’d been shy around him.

Running that hand down my stomach he continued his stroking. “Not always.”

Oh yeah. I guess my selective memory had tuned out the countless times we’d gotten close like this just for me to get nervous or jumpy.

Well, I definitely wasn’t feeling that now. Not as I felt Connor starting to grow against my back and I could do nothing but lean heavily into it, adjusting ever so slightly to get my ass pressed up against him tight. He dragged me closer, anticipating my wants as we moved, we both let out a sigh at the contact.

That hand of his drifted down even lower, crossing my hip and gripping my thigh before sliding up it, slipping underneath my dress. I took in a sharp breath when his finger grazed the front of my panties ever so lightly before moving back to my leg.

In my ear he rumbled, “Awake now?”

“Getting there,” I said.

His fingers seemed to graze the tippy top of my panties again but skirted away to rub up the flat of my belly instead. I groaned, “Connor.”

He laughed. “Want something, honey?”

“Are you waiting for me to beg you?” I asked.

“Absolutely not,” he said honestly. Slipping his hand underneath that thin scrap of fabric, he found me wet and waiting. I moaned and leaned back into him, my head falling into the crook of his neck. He pulled me close to him, banding a strong arm around me as he worked a slow, sweetly steady circle around my most sensitive parts. I spread further involuntarily, and he hummed nicely in approval. Kissing the spot just before my ear he said, “Ask me for whatever and I’ll give it to you.”

“Oh?” I asked and shivered under his touch.

“Mhmm,” he said. “I was just making sure you were okay with what’s about to happen.”

“And what is that?” I asked as I sucked in a sharp breath of air. Big fingers invaded me, sliding right in and going deep in a way I didn’t know I missed until right then. I tightened around him immediately.

“I told you,” he said, deep and low near my ear. “I'm taking my pay back.”

“Well then take it already,” I whined, grinding myself down on his hand and moaning at the pleasure the angle brought. His hips moved, and I felt that long package move against my back, his air seeping out in a hiss along the back of my neck.

“You’re not going to rush me, Cee,” he said. Sliding his opposite hand up my rib cage he grasped the top of my dress and pulled it down. I could tell he appreciated my bralessness as soon as I sprang free, allowing his hand to swallow my breast in one tight squeeze. We both hissed. In a headier breath he said. “You seem to freak out when things move too fast. So we’re going to take this slow.”

“I can’t take slow, Con,” I said as I moved my hips in the same way again, working myself on his fingers and moaning as he simultaneously pinched me and sucked my neck. I tried to get up, but Connor’s ankles wrapped around mine and locked me in place, spreading me open and immobilizing me there. I whimpered. “I need you.”

“Shhh,” he said, but he was effectively pumping those fingers into me now, and it was impossible for me to stay quiet as his hands used every part of me right on up. Even his fingers were making dirty sounds as they slipped around me.

“Connor, I’m close, I don’t want to—”

“Loud as you can. Just let it out.”

“But we’re on—” he kissed me, tongue invading me in a way that just drove me closer to the edge, only stopping when my whimpering turned frantic. I jerked in the palm of his hands, straining against the restraint of his body.

I felt myself reaching this place of bliss, climbing brighter and higher until I felt like all my nerve endings were rocketing off. Pressure and heat building up and overtaking every possible muscle in my body until I was bursting into a shriveling whimpering mess.

Con wrung me out, using his fingers to strum every last drop of my release until I was jelly against his chest, panting and scraping for breath as I came down.

When my soul finally returned to my body I noticed that he was cupping my breasts with two hands now. His lips playing at my neck, sucking the skin there. Like a beacon, I felt the hardness straining against my back as if each little thrust released some sort of strain. I hummed, wiggling myself back against it.

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