Page 23 of Dream Lover
His body relaxed at my touch. That lone act made me feel powerful. This strong man was giving himself to me. No questions. No comments. His body was my toy. Oh lord, my toy.
Shaking my head, I continued massaging, taking the same slow, sensuous path he had done with me.
“Your hands are magic.” He hummed in appreciation. A smile tipped my lips.
Conner didn’t hold back and rolled over long before I said a word about doing so. And holy shit … he was rock hard. I had guessed he would have a nice package, but I wasn’t prepared for the sexiness that was his cock. Thick, long, pulsing with need and a drop of pre-come at the crown. He was way aroused by my touch.
See what I mean—empowering.
There wasn’t a moment in my life I hadn’t been attracted to this man, but seeing him naked before my eyes awakened something inside me, and I wanted nothing more than to please him … to make him lose control. I wanted to test how far I could push his limits before he let go of all that resistance he talked about earlier.
My fingers began rubbing. While leaning over, the front of my robe fell open, and I grasped the opportunity. My nipples grazed his thighs as I moved up his body. His cock slid between my breasts, making my peaks hard. His lips parted, eyes coming down to me. I pulled away and fastened the belt around my waist, once more wanting to know what he would do.
Conner reached for the ends. “I liked the view, Quinn. Don’t hide those gorgeous tits from me.” He yanked, and my robe came undone again. Did he know how deeply I wanted him? I was consumed by my dirty thoughts. What could be between us?
I directed my attention to the soles of his feet, anything to distract me from straddling him. Images of it flashed through my brain, and my just satisfied lady bits started tingling once again.
The time had come, and I couldn’t avoid it any longer. I had touched him everywhere but his dick. It wasn’t that I didn’t want to touch him; I wanted to touch him too much. My mouth salivated at the thought of taking him between my lips and deep into my throat.
Unfortunately, that wasn’t what today was about. Today’s challenge was about communicating with your partner and learning to respond to their touch as well as know when to pull back. It was about reading their body language and knowing what they needed. One look at his erection and I knew for sure Conner needed release.
Wrapping my fist around him, my fingertips couldn’t make it all the way around because he was that thick. Never had I touched a man and had this dilemma.
As he had done with me, I took my time moving up and down, keeping my pace slow and methodical, clenching my hands and getting a deep groan from Conner.
His cock jerked and his posture tensed, shocking me. Something didn’t feel right. I tried to take my hand away, but Conner placed his hand over mine to keep his hard shaft inside. “Don’t you dare fucking stop,” he growled, the demand in a feral yet primal and sexy tone that sent shivers down my spine.
He liked it. A lot. That thin control he had was getting smaller and smaller.
I kept my fingers where they were beneath his, and together we pumped and tugged, my other hand going to his balls, rolling them. His hips bucked and cock jolted. I could feel it coming. His orgasm was right there.
As he came I watched with avid fascination, noting the lines of his face and the way his body moved. He was a beautiful man, but seeing him like this was the hottest thing I’d ever seen.
Removing my hand, I reached over, grabbed a towel, and handed it to him. He took it then sat up with a smile stretching over his smooth face. “C’mere, Quinn.” I moved toward him. His arm shot out and snaked around my waist. Our foreheads touched. “Thank you,” he spoke, soft breath fanning over my lips, and then he kissed me.
Slow, hard, and deep the kiss lasted for what felt like forever, and I never wanted it to end. But I knew where this was headed, and I was certain I didn’t want to fuck him on a massage table. Sure, I’d thought about it, but when I slept with Conner it would be in a bed with lots of privacy.
“We should go shower.”
“Yeah,” I whispered back, but neither of us moved.
Conner kissed me again then slapped my ass. “Let’s go see who won.”
Entering the large area we were in before, Madam Bissett smiled broadly. We sat. Looking around the room, everyone appeared to be relaxed with small smiles on their lips.
“I can see you all did a great job.” She started. “Therefore, today the winner is…” Her pause was set for drama. “Everyone!”
Rebecca’s eyes narrowed on the woman, but she said nothing.
“Off you go!” Madam dismissed us.
Rising, Conner took my hand and linked his fingers through mine. He leaned down and whimpered in my ear, “Another one bites the dust.”
I burst out laughing.
Quinn
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