Page 47 of Dream Lover
Turning his attention to my other breast, he continued the foreplay. Wet kisses trailed along my belly, leaving a blaze of fire in their wake.
Working his fingers in a come here motion, those thick digits nearly fucked me into a coma. Eyes rolling back in my head, sated bliss was close.
Replacing his talented fingers with his magical tongue, Conner ate me like he would die of starvation. With my fingers threaded in his hair, I tugged him closer, urging him to give me more.
Playing with my clit, there was no mercy to be found. Conner came at me harder and stronger, licking me in deep strokes. The stems of my heels dug into his back.
My walls and muscles tightened as an orgasm quaked through my body. Hands sliding down my legs, he grabbed my ankles and undid the straps. Thud. They dropped to the floor, and I scooted up toward the headboard ready for more. I would always want more of this man.
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Conner
Bitch, you’re just like Monday, nobody likes you.
Looking up at Quinn,I’d found heaven on earth and tasted paradise. Slick with sweat, arching her back, she found her rhythm. Dark hair hanging down her back in silken waves I loved to run my fingers though, the tips dusted my thighs and tickled me with each flex and thrust of her pelvis.
Her sweet pussy hugged my cock, muscles clenching me so damn tight it took every ounce of strength I held not to come too quick.
The moment she sank her velvety warmth down on me and started to ride I was a goner. Hot and needy, her greedy pussy curved to my dick like a perfect fit.
Quinn Landis was made for fucking me. There’d never been anything more beautiful or satisfying than our bodies moving together. The way her tits swayed with each roll of her hips nearly hypnotized me. Muddy rose nipples that were made to be sucked and teased by me.
I couldn’t get enough. Couldn’t stop touching and tasting her. All I wanted was to hear those soft moans she made forever. I knew I was addicted to her touch, kiss, tropical scent that smelled like an ocean breeze and sunshine; everything she embodied and more.
Fingers biting into her hips, I slowed her pace. “Gimme that mouth, babe.” Leaning forward, her plump, swollen lips from kissing met mine and tasted of Pinot Noir. Earthy and slightly floral. I drank her in, taking everything she was giving me.
Her movements slowed, and I took control. Shoving her back gently, blanketing her body with mine, I lined up with her pretty tight pink hole and slid right into her liquid fire.
My hardness melted into her soft curves that set my blood on fire. Fuck me, Quinn’s back bowed up off the mattress, hips rubbing against mine, those muscles clenching and squeezing around me. The headboard knocked against the wall like it was beating the gates to heaven.
Long deep strokes. I repeated the motion over and over again, driving into her body and chasing the release I had been denying myself.
Unable to hold back, I pumped my release into her. Lips tipping into a smile, her breath fanned over my lips. I tucked her hair back from her face and held her gaze. “You still holding a grudge?” I teased, rolling off her.
Pinching her fingers, she held them up an inch apart and eyed me between them, scrunching her face up. “Like this much.”
“Then I had better cook you breakfast.”
“Who said I’m sleeping over?” Her eyes fluttered as she spoke.
“And how do you plan on getting home?”
“I can get a Lyft or whatever.” She yawned wide, snuggling deeper into the bed, eyes shut.
“Right. I’m gonna hit the head.”
Giving me a slight nod, I knew she’d be out.
By the time I returned from the bathroom, Quinn was fast asleep. Like a gentleman, I wiped down her inner thighs, tempted to rouse her from her sleep for round two, but I resisted. I slid in beside her, tucking her body into mine, feeling as though she was exactly where she was meant to be.
Safe in my arms. Her head on my chest, one leg draped over mine, I could feel the drumming beat of her heart against my side.
I’d never been a fan of sleepovers or cuddling after sex, but Quinn wasn’t any woman.
With Quinn, I felt whole, like she was meant to belong to me. Mine. All mine.
I strummed my fingers through her dark hair, listening to her breathe, feeling the beat of her heart. The sounds and sensations created the perfect lullaby to lull me to sleep.
