Page 43 of Teach Me
Opening her eyes, Jess focused on the dark shadow hiding Conlan’s expression. He went still, tilting her chin up with a determined finger. “You okay?”
She swallowed hard. “It hurt.”
“I know. I’m sorry.” Before she could register that Conlan was apologizing, he dipped his head to whisper in her ear. “The pain’s over now, though.” Slowly, carefully, he eased his hips back, sliding out of her body, then eased in again. No pain, just…God.She couldn’t hold back a moan.
“That’s it. That’s my Jess.” His mouth met hers, his tongue delving deep in a slick imitation of what he was doing between her legs. Her insides clenched around him, and this time he moaned. “Holy sh—” Conlan bit down on his lip as he stared into her eyes. “You feel so damn good, baby. So good I came. Two strokes. That was it; that was all I could take.” He chuckled. “Nothing has ever felt as good as you taking me in. I’ve never come that fast. Never.”
A small burst of pride flashed through her. Without thought her pelvis titled up to his, the rigid length of his cock scraping her clit. Jess’s breath caught in her throat.
“That’s right. Now it’s your turn, baby.” He thrust again, then again, sending a thrill of heat rushing through her. Her body melted into the mattress in an unconscious signal even she could read.
When she tried to speak, her voice was a mere whisper in the dark. “Can you… I mean, are you—”
The grin that spread across his face sent another thrill of pleasure through her. “Does this feel like I’m done?” he asked. With a flex of his hips, he glided back fully, then thrust forward with a hard push. His pelvis ground against her clit. A high squeak was all the answer she could provide.
Conlan lifted a breast to his lips, his thumb circling her softened nipple until it lengthened once more, begging shamelessly for his attention. She clutched at him, raising her legs to ride his hips, needing more than the lazy rhythm he set. “Please. Con, please.”
His teeth nipped the taut tip in response, causing her to jump, before he sucked her in hard. His cheeks hollowed as he drew on her. A path of sexual need burned from the end of her breast to her clit, pounding out the rhythm of his sucks, shoving her closer and closer to orgasm. He picked up the pace, sliding easily in and out, filling every available breath of space until he nudged the opening to her womb. So full, so good.
“Con. Oh God. It feels…”
“That’s right, baby. Right there.” He punctuated the words with a sharp push. She strained toward him, wanting more, wanting to give him everything.
“Please.” She needed, that was all she knew. She needed, and with every thrust into her body, he met that need, until she was at the top of the cliff again, wanting nothing more than to dive off and take him with her. He had to go too.
“Con, plea—” She squeezed around him, tightening, feeling him swell against her walls as he thrust faster. They strove together, pushing, straining, fighting for their pleasure.
“Jess. Jess, now!” Con shouted, his cock jerking, filling her with that heavenly warmth a second time, and she convulsed again, allowing the pleasure to take her, remake her, as she lay safe in his arms.
Chapter Sixteen
Muted light filtered through the blinds as Jess stirred the next morning, the scent of coffee teasing her into wakefulness. Stretching automatically, she winced, then smiled, feeling the tug of muscles she had never been aware of before. It was oh so worth it. She couldn’t have asked for a better first time—a better any time—than Conlan. The man’s moves were magic.
Seeing her duffel bag on the floor near the door, she gathered clothes and hurried into the bathroom, anxious to join Con. She’d like nothing better than to spend the day together, no commitments, nowhere to go, just the two of them and an empty house, empty bed. Instead there were issues to deal with, plans to make. A girl could dream, though.
She groaned into the water as it filtered down from the top of her head to her aching thighs, letting the heat ease her muscles even as anticipation tightened them. She didn’t care how sore she was or how much she had waiting for her to do—she wouldn’t miss a single opportunity to be with him, to feel him, to love him.
God, she loved him.
Her heart had the damnedest timing, didn’t it? Even if they’d known each other longer than a week and a half, it would be too soon, not to mention how fucked up her life was. Flashes of her apartment came back to haunt her, making her shiver despite the heated droplets raining down on her. So much was going wrong right now—except Conlan; he was everything that was right. It hadn’t even been the sex that had done it. It was standing in that room last night and yelling at him that it was her decision, and having him offer what she’d so desperately needed. It had been the generosity of his lovemaking and the power of the emotions arcing between them.
And now she was getting ready to face him once more. What if he regretted their time together? What if he didn’t?
She’d deal with it when it came, she decided. Future or not, relationship, commitment, whatever, this was her first—and maybe only, based on her not so stellar track record—chance to have a lover, and she wouldn’t waste a minute of it. The future would just have to take care of itself. For however long she had Conlan, in whatever form, she would enjoy him.
She dressed quickly in a pair of khakis and a nice, if not totally work appropriate, T-shirt. How even a few clothes had managed to survive the destruction, she didn’t know, but their familiar presence soothed her nerves as she hurried to brush her hair back from her face and then picked up her phone. She left a quick message for Saul saying she would be delayed getting in to work but would stop by a little later to explain. She didn’t want to deal with the details right now—not before her first cup of coffee, and not before seeing the man she’d given her heart to.
Conlan was leaning against the counter in front of the coffeemaker, a full cup in his hands, when she walked into the kitchen. He was dressed in a pair of worn khakis and a button-down left open to reveal the muscles of his chest. The perfect view for breakfast.
“Cream and three sugars, right?” he asked, turning to grab an empty cup waiting on the counter.
“Yes, please.” Taking a chance, she snuggled close, enjoying his firm butt nestled into her belly. His warmth heated the part of her deep inside that even the shower hadn’t been able to touch.
Con stepped out of her hold and headed for the fridge.
Or maybe not.
She watched silently as he fixed her coffee before passing it to her, handle out, careful not to touch. Determined to ignore the obvious attitude, she focused on the rich aroma filling her nose. A quick sip of the steaming brew brought a moan of pleasure. “Perfection.”
