Page 82 of Our Secret Moments

“I’m trying,” I muffle as he continues pushing in and out of me, the sloppy wet noises filling the room as his face twists with pleasure. I look down to where we’re connected. Big mistake. The second I look down, seeing how much I’ve stretched to fit his shaft inside me, he brings two of his fingers to my clit, teasing me gently. “Go faster,” I pant, needing the release now more than ever. “Faster, please.”

He responds with one of the sexiest groans I’ve heard in my life as he does exactly what I asked. He thrusts his cock in and out of me, causing the bed to shake as I still try to cover my moans. Connor continues playing with my clit, trying to draw out my orgasm, but I can tell he’s close too.

“God, Catherine,” he groans, shaking his head with a laugh. “I wish you could see yourself right now. You look so fucking pretty taking all of me so well.”

My chest fills with warmth. “Yeah?”

“Fuck, yeah,” he replies. He works himself in and out of me at just the right speed, hitting the spot that needs it the most and I can hardly keep my eyes open, overcome with pleasure. “You fit so well with me, Cat. So fucking good.”

It feels like my entire body, my soul, was made to be and do exactly this for and with Connor. It never feels like a competition or like wehaveto be intimate. He understands my body and my wants in ways I can’t fully comprehend myself. All I know is that I am a complete fool for him.

His voice brings me back to the conversation. “Hey, eyes on me, pretty girl.” I manage to open my eyes again, just at the second he pinches my clit and my head spins. He runs his hands from my hips to cup my breasts, circling his thumb around my nipple and I moan. “That’s my girl.”

That’s what does it.

From all the stimulation and the words that come out of his mouth, my whole body comes alive before the orgasm crashes through me, my thighs and stomach convulsing beneath him. From the low groan and the jerk of his cock inside me, I can tell he came too. Even with my body in sweats, I feel like I’ve reached the peak of my existence.

We both breathe heavily, realising the severity of what we’ve just done. Or maybe I’m the only one overthinking this. I try to let my anxieties soothe when Connor disposes of the condom and crawls back into the bed next to me.

I’m still naked, but he pulled back on his boxers. He quickly pulls up his shirt from the floor, slipping it over my head seamlessly as it swallows me whole. I pull out my curls from the neck of the shirt and sigh, staring back at him as he sits crossed legged on the bed, mirroring my position.

When he blinks at me, he shakes his head, his gorgeous face turning red. “What?” I ask. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

A short laugh escapes his throat before he drops his forehead to mine. He brushes a strand of my hair behind my ear and I rest my hand on his cheek, stroking my thumb under his eye.

His throat bobs. “I just can’t believe that I have you now.”

“I can’t believe it either,” I mutter into the space between us. He runs his hand up my thighs. “Are you going to sleep in here tonight?”

He shakes his head. My heart dips. “I can’t. My parents always wake me up whenever I’m here just like they used to when me and Nor were younger.”

I hate how much that statement fills me with sadness. It shouldn’t. I’m happy that he has two people who care so much about him. Two people who would do anything for him. I just wish it wasn’tmymom that had to go. As horrible as it is to even muse, I can’t help but wonder what it would have been like if my dad had been the one who died instead.

I instantly feel guilty just by thinking about it. I shake my head to get rid of the thoughts.

“Okay,” I whisper, running circles on his knee. “Do you… Do you think we should tell Nora soon?”

He tenses. “Doyouwant to?” I shrug. “It’s completely your choice, Cat. It’s your friendship that will change. Anything that happens with me and Nora, I can handle. I won’t do anything until you tell me first.”

I nod. “I don't know. Not yet. I don’t like lying to her, but I want you to myself for a little bit longer.”

He laughs quietly, still keeping his forehead pressed to mine. “Very possessive, aren’t you?” I rock my head forward, pushing him back a little.

“What can I say? I’m an only child. I’m not used to sharing my toys,” I say, shrugging.

“Oh, so I’m an object to you now? Have you been using me this whole time just for my body.” He gasps dramatically, holding his hand to his chest.

“Yes, that’s definitely the reason why I’m with you,” I mutter, rolling my eyes.

“Don't worry, sweetheart. The feeling’s mutual. Since that day in the closet, I didn't want anyone else in your vicinity. Wes thought I was crazy.”

I giggle. “Youarecrazy, Connie.”

“Yeah, I'm crazy for you.”

For whatever reason, when he says it, it doesn’t make me want to curl up in a ball and die of cringe. It only makes me realise how much more I like him and his strange personality.

He’s justmy Connor.And I don’t ever want to let him go.

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