Page 104 of Come Back for Me
Connor is absolutely breathtaking without a shirt on. I know it isn’t a manly word, but that’s all I have. My brain is scrambled as I look over the finest male specimen I could ever dream of.
Each muscle is firm, and the skin strains against them. His stomach is all ridges and valleys that my fingers itch to explore. The muscles on his arms are thick, and even though they’ve been wrapped around my body as they held me, I didn’t fully grasp how powerful they were.
I trace the tips of my fingers from his forearm up to his shoulders and then down his stomach, enjoying the flexing of the muscles as I touch him. He’s holding perfectly still, allowing me to explore, so I move to his other arm and look at the tattoo on his shoulder. “What does this mean?”
It’s a series of what look like Celtic knots in the shape of a triangle. “It’s the symbol of brotherhood.”
“It looks like the spear of an arrow and is beautiful.”
His smile is soft. “Each of us has one.”
I lean forward and press my lips to it. Then I get up on my knees and go around to his back, needing to see every inch of skin he has on display. I find another tattoo right below his shoulder blade. “And this?”
My fingers trace the black ink of the skeleton of a frog holding a trident of some sort. “That’s a tattoo that SEALs get when we lose someone in the line of duty. It’s a bone frog because we are frogmen.”
“I’m sorry you lost someone.”
Connor’s hand wraps around my wrist, and he pulls me back to his front. “I’ve lost a lot of people in my life, and God, I pray I never lose you.”
“You never will.”
His eyes close as his forehead rests on mine. “I’m trying to be patient, but you’re killing me, love. I need to touch your perfect skin,” he says as his hand roams down my side. “I need to kiss every inch of you.” His lips find purchase on my upper chest, right above where I really want his mouth again. “I want to feel myself inside you.” I make an incoherent sound of pleasure as he lays me back down. “But right now, I really want to make you come on my tongue.”
And then I’m pretty sure I melt into oblivion. “Connor,” I say, not really sure what I’m asking for. I want him, but God, it’s been so long since anyone has cared about me or my pleasure.
I don’t even know what I like or want.
“What, love?”
“I just . . . it’s been . . . I don’t know.”
“Shh,” he coos. “Just tell me if I do something you don’t like.”
I release a deep breath and try to relax. He will never hurt or force me to do something I don’t want or like. I have to trust him, and I do.
He parts my legs, and then kisses the insides of my thighs. I relax as much as I can with equal amounts of nerves and desire swirling around. Then I feel his mouth move down toward the juncture of my legs, and my breathing is so heavy my head is swimming.
“Relax, Ellie, I’m going to make you feel good.”
And then he does. His tongue swipes against my opening, drawing pleasure from me in a way I haven’t felt since . . . him. He licks, sucks, and teases my clit, pushing me higher and higher and then easing me back down. He does this a few times, which makes me want to scream, cry, and beg him to never stop. It feels so good I almost can’t take it.
I’m panting and holding the sheets in a death grip as an orgasm sits on the brink of exploding. I call out his name, and he sucks harder and then flicks his tongue. Then I’m gone.
Everything is light and perfect and I never want to come down.
He crawls up the length of my body, and I stare at him, wondering how the hell we ever found each other again and what a stroke of luck it was. I take advantage of this position and move to his jeans, needing to touch him.
He helps me get them off and then my breathing catches. He’s magnificent. His cock is thick and long, and everything I remember and have fantasized over. My fingers wrap around him and start to move. Connor’s eyes close, and I need him to talk. The silence is deafening.
“Am I doing it right?”
“Oh, love, you couldn’t do it wrong. You touch me, and I’m in fucking heaven.”
He shifts a little, lying on his side and this angle is much better. Our lips meet again as I continue to stroke him. “I want you to make love to me,” I say. “Now, Connor. I need you.”
He kisses me harder and then moves so he’s on top of me.
His lips are back on mine as he settles himself between us. We look at each other, and I have to get out all that’s inside me. It’s too much. The emotion, the pleasure, the feelings that I can’t contain. “I love you. I love you because you make me happy. You give without want, and I have never had that. I love you because you loved Hadley and me before you knew we were truly yours, but I am yours, Connor. I think in some way, I always have been. Please, take me and love me.”
