Page 103 of Kiss and Tell
He continued down my throat to my collarbone. He’d caught me at home in my casual clothes. There was no blouse and no buttons to tear off, only the thin straps of my loose tank top. He tugged them down my arms until my top was in a puddle around my waist and I was bare.
Connor’s gaze was fixated on my chest as he cupped my breasts in both hands. He pressed a quick kiss to one nipple, then the other.
I let out a small noise of pleasure and climbed over him until I was sitting in his lap. With my legs on either side of him, I curled a hand around his neck, urging him closer.
But he didn’t play with my nipples for long. He returned to my lips and captured my mouth with his, letting our tongues glide together. I arched my back, pressing against his chest, wanting the friction against my sensitive, bare skin.
His hands moved from my breasts, down my sides, caressing my ribcage, until he was gripping my thighs. We deepened the kiss as I rotated my hips, grinding down against him.
Connor let out a muffled sound.
“If you don’t stop squirming…” he murmured into my mouth.
“What?” I asked breathlessly as I ground down again, enjoying his rising hardness as much as the liquid ache between my thighs. “What are you going to do?”
He groaned and closed his eyes, fingers digging into my skin.
“Temptress,” he said.
“My bedroom is over there,” I said, feigning an innocent voice. “Just in case you were wondering.”
“Hold on,” Connor grunted.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he heaved off the sofa. I latched on to him until we reached my bedroom and he flung me onto the bed. He peeled off my pajama bottoms and panties with haste, leaving me naked. He tossed off his own shirt and kicked off his jeans before joining me on the bed.
He quickly grabbed a foil packet from my nightstand then crawled up my body. He spread my legs wide open as he went, exposing me to his fiery gaze. His cock was already thick and heavy as it nudged against my hip. I was already wet and throbbing for him.
I pulled him down to meet me in a fervent kiss. He dipped his fingers between my legs, exploring and finding me more than ready for him.
“Now,” I panted. “Don’t make me wait.”
With a long, smooth glide, Connor pushed himself inside me. I groaned loudly and threw my head back at the delicious stretch, feeling myself part for him. The ceaseless push and pull, every thrust and withdrawal, left me moaning and whining and begging for more.
The feeling of Connor burying himself inside me, of his cock dragging against my inner walls, was deliciously sweet. My need grew to a fever pitch. My hips bucked with abandon as I was unable to control my body’s reactions. I was near mindless with pleasure as I longed for that need to be sated, for that thirst to be quenched.
“Fuck, gorgeous, you’re going to kill me with those little sounds you make.” Connor growled and hitched my leg higher, seeking another angle, wanting it deeper.
My eyes flew open as he found that perfect spot. I cried out as he hit it again and again, my insides fluttering and squeezing down around Connor as I reached what I thought was my peak. Then he slammed home again and I shrieked as the pleasure spiked even higher, sending me spiraling up into the heavens, until all I could see were stars.
Connor let out a loud groan as his cock pulsed and jerked inside me, spilling himself as he found his own pleasure. Our bodies shook violently, our limbs quaking, as we slowly came down from the high.
He lowered my leg, and I made a small, pained sound as my muscles screamed at me. I pulled him down into one last kiss as we caught our breath.
“You’re going to kill me one of these days,” Connor panted.
“Best way to go,” I replied with a tired, lazy smile.
We slumped against each other on the bed, running our hands up and down one another’s skin, enjoying the warm, sticky afterglow.
I brought Connor’s hand to my cheek and nuzzled into it, enjoying the roughness against my skin. He pet my hair, sifting through the strands.
“I hate to bring this up now…” Connor said hesitantly.
I looked up at him with a questioning noise.
“What are you going to do?” he asked. “I don’t want to give you up, but I won’t get in the way of your dreams.”
My lips firmed. I dropped Connor’s hand from my cheek and brought it to my chest, over my heart.
