Page 28 of Lost Love

Connor’s eyes darkened to ink-black as he reached for my hand and closed the distance between us. He pushed his hand behind my neck and tipped my head up, then leaning down, his lips brushed mine, and I opened for him. Slowly and passionately, he kissed me. His huge hands wrapped around my face, pulling me closer and ravishing me with his patient and gentle touch. Everything tingled from the inside out as my body craved his delicate spine-tingling kiss.

He jerked back, then found my hand and pulled me toward the bedroom. Silently, I followed behind him, my footsteps lighter like I was walking on cloud pillows. As soon as we got inside his bedroom, he pushed me against the wall. His fingers traced the length of my neck, resting around my collarbone. He used his thumb and forefinger to gently squeeze my neck as he thrust his tongue inside my mouth in a desperate kiss. The abrupt change of pace had me gasping for air.

Spreading me apart with his legs, his groin pushed against mine. Then, with his erection digging into my stomach, he pulled back as our chests rose and fell. His predatory eyes were hungry, making me burn all over.

I needn’t bother asking questions. I knew Connor had come from dinner with his parents, and I was what he needed.

His hands traced up and underneath my dress. His touch sent every nerve alight with a fire clawing at my skin. He pushed aside the thong, rubbing my clit in a relentless rhythm. Connor’s touch was quickly becoming something I craved. It wasn’t hard when he seemed to want me like an addict who needed their next hit.

And God, I craved him.

His expertise in knowing my body inside and out was erotic. He had a sixth sense, knowing exactly what and when I needed him. He knew which buttons to push and how far to take me, pulling me back ever so slightly before taking me up the mountain until I erupted open for him.

He had me there, the pressure building as he pressed his body to mine. His lips on my collarbone, nipping and biting, sent a shiver through my body as he made his way to the curves of my breast.

He dragged my wetness up to my bundle of nerves.

“You’re soaking,” he breathed out. Even though I was the one with the impending orgasm, his heavy breaths matched mine.

I groaned. His fingers knew exactly what to do.

“Come for me, Pepper. I need you to come for me.” Connor’s tone was desperate.

When he nipped at the skin of my neck, the sensation tipped me over. I bit down on his shoulder, unable to take the relentless pleasure, then screamed out his name. When I pulled back from him, I was breathless, our gaze meeting.

Fuck. My skin burned at the intensity of his stare. Could no-strings-attached sex be this intimate?

His eyes darkened. “I need you to sink your mouth on me.”

Knowing exactly what he needed, I grabbed him firmly by the shoulders and turned him, then gave him a slight shove so his back hit the wall.

I kneeled. My legs were like jelly, welcoming the new position. I unzipped him, freeing his strained erection, and my wetness reached the apex of my thighs as I craved to have him in my mouth.

“Fuck me with your mouth, Pepper.”

I groaned, taking his cock. Then, licking the pre-cum, I slid back down his shaft.

He hissed between his teeth. “Christ.”

His fingers clawed the crown of my head, guiding me toward him. I took him deeper, alternating between sucking him and swiping his entire girth back and forth. Groaning around his cock, I reached for his balls and took them in my hand. I started with a gentle squeeze, then held them more firmly.

He breathed out a throaty sound that worked me up even more. Relentlessly, I took him deeper, sliding him down my throat. When I couldn’t breathe anymore, I released him, punishingly doing it again and again.

“Pepper, I’m going to come.” Keeping my lips sealed around his cock, I felt him quiver, then his hot liquid slid down my throat.

“Jesus Christ, do you watch porn? How are you so good at giving head?”

“Practice,” I said. “And I’m one of the few girls who actually enjoy it.” He raised a brow. “And I seem to want to please you. I want to make your pain go away.” It was true. I wasn’t sure if it was the fact I’ve known him basically all my life or a connection I felt, but I wanted to be the one to ease his pain in any way I could.

I gazed up at him. He held his hands in my hair, dragging a loose curl behind my ear that had fallen in my face.

“What makes you think I’m in pain?”

He held out his hand, offering to help me up. Keeping my gaze locked on him, I took his outstretched hand and stood. “Because I know pain when I see it, and it’s written in the creases of your eyes, the tightness you hold in your shoulders and neck. Right now, you don’t have any of that. I’ve taken that away.”

“I like how you can take that away,” he murmured, his blue eyes dressing me down.

“I’m sure you do.” I smirked, the edges of my mouth peeling into a smile.

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