Page 126 of Come Back for Me
He kisses me, and I forget how to breathe. I have no idea how long it goes on but we both start to strip each other.
His hands move down my body, soft and sensual. Connor kisses me deeply as he walks us back into our bedroom.
Slowly, he pulls the straps of my dress down, watching me as he does it. My hands go to his shirt, and I lift it off. I love his body. I love how my body reacts to his touch too.
We both explore each other with our hands. He brushes his thumb across my nipple, causing it to pebble before his mouth is lowering and he’s sucking it into his warm mouth. I moan, relishing how good it feels and pregnancy only amplifies it.
He continues to drive me crazy with his mouth and then his hand is at my clit. He flicks it back and forth, causing my back to bow. “You feel so good,” I tell him.
“I always want to make you feel good.”
And he does. He uses his hands to pleasure or show me affection, never in anger. It’s so different being with him. Sex is unbelievable, and I truly don’t know if I ever really had an orgasm after being with him.
It was as though my body rejected anything that Kevin did.
When you love and trust your partner, it’s a different experience. One that I’m glad I can share now.
He pushes me higher, licking my nipple, and moving his finger faster. I start to pant, my orgasm building with each passing second.
My head thrashes from side to side as I build even more. I call his name, begging for more and also for him to stop. I can’t take it. It’s too much.
“Connor.”
“You’re so beautiful. I love you so much.”
He puts his thumb on my clit and pushes down, and I’m done. Wave after wave of pleasure laps over me. It’s so good that I never want it to end. He pulls every ounce of pleasure out of me that my body will give. Then he’s above me.
In one swift move, Connor pushes into me, both of us moaning at the sensations. My body welcomes him, loving how well we fit together. I slide my fingers down his back, and he surges forward again.
We make love. It’s soft and hard at the same time. He flips us so I’m on top, and his hands hold on to my hips.
I ride him while he guides the pace.
“Ellie, I can’t hold back.”
I love when I make him lose it. There’s something powerful about being able to do that to him.
“Then don’t,” I tell him as I grind down harder.
“I love you.”
I swirl my hips and then drop down, bringing my lips to his. And then he finishes.
We’re both sweaty, lying beside each other, neither really moving. That was intense and fantastic and emotional all at the same time. He props himself up on his elbow, looking down at me with a wry grin.
“What?”
“I love you,” Connor says as his hand moves to my belly. “And I love you.”
“We love you more.”
“Not possible.”
We clean up and then head back to bed, where we tangle together. We’ve both been just lying here, enjoying the quiet and warmth of each other.
“What was up with Syd?” Connor asks, breaking the silence.
I think about my friend and what her head shake meant. “I think she has a lot on her mind.”
