Page 86 of Freshmeet
“Only you,” I gasped, curling my fingers into his shoulders. “Please, Connor. Fuck me.” Hooking my heels in the back of his pants, I tried to shove them down. “I need to feel you inside me.”
He pulled his fingers from me and gently put me down. Reaching into his back pocket, he took out a condom and set it on the arm of the couch. His belt buckle hit the floor with a loud thud, and he stepped completely out of his pants and underwear.
Still stuck trying to parse out my thoughts, I yanked off my dress and unhooked my bra. When I didn’t hear the telltale rustle of foil, I looked up at Connor. He was leaning against the arm of the couch, staring at me as he stroked himself. My eyes followed the motion, unable to look away. His jaw ticked as he straightened and closed the distance between us. “Let me.”
Those busted fingers eased down the straps. Slowly, the cups fell, and I was left bare. Despite the hot, stuffy apartment, my nipples pebbled, drawing his hot gaze. He slid his hands down my sides until they grazed my hips. Hooking the waistband, he pulled my panties down, dropping kisses along the way. I shivered at his calloused touch on the back of my thighs, the rough skin adding an unfamiliar sensation to his gentle caresses.
I stepped out of my underwear, and Connor stood.
His throat bobbed, and he licked his lips as his gaze traveled the length of my body. “You’re fucking perfect,” he said, reaching out to me before his hands froze midair. “Should I?” He made a lifting gesture.
I frowned and looked back at the cream wall. “I think the moment’s passed.”
When our eyes finally met, we lunged at each other. He crushed my plush curves against his hard body. Our mouths fused, teeth clicked, and tongues tangled. Connor’s fingers twisted in my hair, holding me in place as he poured every ounce of possessiveness into our kiss.
After a lifetime of being surrounded by bullshit artists, it was exhilarating to be with someone who let their actions speak for themselves. There was no artifice, just pure desire.
He ran his hands down my back to my ass and lifted me. Hopping up, I wrapped my legs around his hips. His hardness settled between my thighs, bumping against my clit as he took a step. I ran my fingers through his coarse hair, nibbling his plump bottom lip, evading his attempts to deepen the kiss.
Huffing, he fell back onto the couch, and I landed in his lap with a yelp.
“Sorry.” Connor chuckled into my neck, trailing kisses from there to my chest. His warm, wet mouth enveloped a pointed peak, and I arched into him with a hiss.
“You don’t sound very sorry,” I grumbled.
He hummed around my nipple, making my eyes fall shut in pleasure. Reaching out, I searched the cushion next to us for the condom. “Yes,” I moaned when I found it. Placing my hand on his forehead, I shoved him back. I tore open the wrapper, unable to go another second without him inside me, and wiggled back on his lap to make room to roll the condom down.
“We should go to bed,” he panted, making no attempt to get up.
“The couch works.” Hovering over him, I dropped down, taking every inch in one fluid motion.
“Shit, Sarah.” His head rolled back, but he kept his eyes on me.
We shared a smile, and a dam of emotion burst open in my chest. Since meeting Connor, the summer had been about more than just work and survival—I’d actually had fun.
But it was more than that. I legitimately saw a future with him. After that horrible day at the lake, he had spent his nights holding me and chasing away the nightmares. He’d more than proved that I could trust him.
I moved up and down slowly, my fingers digging into his shoulders, anchoring me to him. Nothing in my life had ever felt this real. Connor gripped my ass, spreading me wide, and thrust up.
Our breathing became labored as we moved, learning just how our bodies fit together. A thrust hit in a weird way, and I winced, causing him to make a slight change.
Adjusting his hips, he softly kissed me and murmured, “Better?”
“Yes,” I breathed out, the new angle allowing him in deeper.
Licking his thumb, he slipped his hand between us and started to rub small circles against my clit.
I gasped, my head lolling to the side.
“Good?”
“Yes,” I whimpered, my sweat-slick body jiggling as I bounced on his lap.
His muscles tensed with each thrust, drawing my eye. I ran my fingers down his abs, my breath hitching when they rippled under my touch. He groaned, his grip on my hips tightening as he let me explore his slick skin.
I will never get enough of him.
His beautiful eyes followed my gaze to where we were joined. “Goddamn.” Small puffs of air hit my nipples as he huffed. “Look how perfectly you take me.”
