Page 73 of Our Secret Moments

Again, no words come.

“Get on the couch,” he demands.

I don’t waste any time doing exactly as he told me, scrambling over to the couch where the blinds are closed in the living room. I reach for the button of my jeans, lifting my hips to make it easier to take them off. Connor makes his way over to me, shaking his head at me.

“Did I tell you to do that?” he asks, tutting. The way he’s turning me inside out is completely embarrassing.

“You’re wasting time,” I groan, sounding as desperate as I feel. We probably only have four minutes now. Maybe an extra minute or two if she stops to talk with Mr. Raja for a while like she does sometimes.

“Don’t underestimate me, sweetheart. I could make you come in two minutes if I wanted to,” he murmurs. A needy moan leaves my mouth just at his words and he’s not even touched me yet as I look up at him. He chuckles. “Do you want this?”

“Yes.”

A satisfied hum comes from the back of his throat as he lowers to his knees in front of me, taking over and pulling my jeans off me until I’m left in nothing but my blue panties. The desire in me only grows when he stares directly at the wet spot and just the heat of his gaze makes me wetter.

He runs his thumb on the inside of my thigh, too close to my heat. The slickness from my pussy coats his finger when he reaches high enough and my thighs tremble. “So fucking pretty and so wet for me, aren’t you?”

My head falls back onto the headrest, unable to look at him. “You’ve got three minutes now, Bailey. Stop with the dirty talk.”

“I’ll stop when I want to stop,” he groans, “Are you going to be good for me and let me do this for you? I know how much you like to be in control, but you don’t have to do that with me.”

He rips down my panties, causing me to gasp as the rush of cold air pushes against my clit when I’m bare in front of him. Just knowing that I’m this wet in front of him, my whole body starts to ache, needing attention.

“Fuck,” he mutters. I’m about to tell him to get on with it, but his thumb presses against my entrance where I’m eagerly waiting for him, soaking wet, causing all rational thoughts to stop. He collects my arousal, pressing his thumb against my clit and I almost come on the spot.

He circles his thumb around me and it feels like my body is betraying me. Just from the simple touch, goosebumps arise across my chest and on my legs. My thighs quake, my hips instantly bucking upwards to gain more from him, but he doesn’t do or even say anything.

“Connor, please,” I beg, sounding as pathetic as I thought I would. “Don’t– Don’t tease me.”

He listens immediately, penetrating me with one finger. A loud moan escapes my throat – so loud and sharp that I don’t even recognise it came from me. He was right. Two of my fingers feel like what one of his fingers feel like inside me. He pushes in deeper and I have to turn my head onto the headrest, gripping aimlessly onto the cushions.

“Oh,God,” I cry out when he pumps into me faster.

“Is this what you wanted, hm? Did you want my fingers deep in your tight pussy for the first time while you try to rush me with this work of art?” he asks, his voice low and annoyingly sexy. I barely mumble anmhmwhen his thumb starts to pay intense attention to my clit and I almost burst into flames. “I want to hear you say it, Catherine. As pretty as your pussy looks, as good as it’s going to taste, I need you to say this what you want. What you need.”

His words cause my thoughts to fall right out of my head. No one has ever talked to me like this before. The way he switches from his adorable nervous self to this fucking sex God terrifies me as much as it turns me on.

“Connor,” I whine when the pleasure builds in my lower stomach. “I need…”

I don’t even know what I’m trying to say. Connor’s second finger starts to tease at my entrance and my mouth clamps shut, trying not to let out another moan. “I’ll give you whatever you want, pretty girl. I know you’re good with words, so don’t get shy with me now.”

“God,” I groan, my whole body feeling weaker by the second as I try to move my hips along with his fingers, but my brain and my body get confused with wanting to let him do his job or needing to help get myself to the edge quicker. I settle for the former. I relax into the couch as he continues to pump his fingers in and out of me so fast that I forget that he was talking.

“Are you speechless right now? I never thought I would see the day,” he muses, thinking this is the perfect time for jokes as he tries to push his second finger inside me. One of his fingers is already huge as it is, I don’t think I can take another.

I regain my voice. Sort of. “I can-t…” I whimper when he manages to get the tip of two of his fingers into my tight heat. “Connor, I can’t.”

I look down at him finally and he has the smuggest, sexiest look on his face that another shuddery moan leaves my mouth without permission. He still continues to tease his fingers and I open my legs wider, trying to help.

“You can take it, baby. Just breathe for me,” he murmurs, and I do exactly that. I relax so much so that all my senses come alive again and I grow wetter until he manages to fill me with two fingers to the hilt.Fuck.“That’s it,” he encourages and my head spins.

“Stop. Talking,” I bite out.

“Happily,” he murmurs and he finally presses his mouth to my clit, sucking it into his mouth.

I swear I’m dying.

My legs and arms go weak as he continues to move his tongue seamlessly in time with his fingers pushing mercifully in and out of my pussy. My whole body reacts to him, becoming suddenly sensitive. When his teeth graze against my clit, my stomach clenches, my thighs shake and I come all over his tongue, waves of pleasure pulsating throughout my entire body.

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