Bringing his fingers up, he drags them over my clit again. “You are so drenched.” He grins proudly. “I did that.”
I attempt to catch my breath.
Then he begins massaging it. I can hardly stand anymore as I throw my arm up and position my forearm around his shoulder and anchor my hand at the back of his neck.
“Connor,” I begin to beg.
“You don’t understand, Elle. You were my teenage self’s fantasy girl and wet dream for years. Every time I stroked my cock, I thought of you. When I became a man, I imagined you as a woman. Imagined what you would look like. I never stopped. You lived in my head. In my heart. Now you’re actually here. You’re very literally my dream come true, in my arms, nearly naked, heart pounding, moaning from my touch, and fucking real. I’m playing out every fantasy.”
I gasp, from the weight of his words and the fact that I very nearly come. He can tell, and he deprives me of the finale.
Leaving me almost there, he takes his glistening fingers and puts them into his mouth. His eyes fall closed as he tastes me. “Good God Almighty.”
I can’t breathe as I watch him literally savor me.
The sexual intensity turns positively explosive. The thrill of knowing I was who he thought of in those times, when he was a teenager and as a man—me—makes my sex throb violently while my body grovels, and my mind works at grasping everything that’s transpired.
When his eyes open and lay back on me, they’re utterly volcanic. “Blows my fucking mind.”
His own rigid control snaps and he becomes unhinged. He picks me up, and my legs wrap instinctively around him. He doesn’t stop kissing me; oh, and he knows how to use his tongue! I have never been kissed this way: possessively, demandingly. He swipes his tongue over my lips, tangles it with my own, drags it over the roof of my mouth, then sucks in my bottom lip, nipping it just enough it makes my sex squeeze with anticipation.
Quickly, I work open the buttons of his shirt and vest and shove them off his chiseled shoulders, pressing the sleeves down his arms. He helps and shrugs himself out of the cloth.
I caress the lines and grooves of his neck, shoulders, arms, back and trim waist as his long, rock-solid cock presses hard against me through his pants and he lays me out on the bed, covering me with his body of ink and steel.
I drink him in. Nearly every inch of his torso is covered in colorful tats. I want to explore each one, but I can’t because I’m swept up in the sensations he’s creating through my body.
Tilting my head back with his large hand just under my jaw, Connor exposes the curve of my throat and lays kisses behind my ear, sweeping his tongue below my chin and drawing a line down the center of my neck and back up the sides. He lingers at the pulse points, sucking and nipping, then journeys across my collarbone to my shoulder.
“You’ve tortured me all night in this dress. I’ve been dying to do this,” he growls like a man on fire.
He trails his tongue back over my collarbone and lingers in the center where the fabric splits. “That plunging neckline, taunting and teasing me. You dancing next to me, wiggling your sweet ass, and the hot curve of your hips while I tried to keep my dick under control… and all I could think about was doing this…” His tongue traces an invisible line, plunging between my breasts down the long length of my exposed cleavage. With his full mouth, he French kisses up and down my skin. Goosebumps rise over my flesh as a new explosion of sexual energy courses over me, searing into my core.
With his thumbs, he parts my dress the rest of the way, fully revealing my tits. “Oh fuck yes!”
Relishing me, he drags his lips and tongue slowly up the curve of my breast until he reaches the nipple. He sets his hot, wet mouth over it and sucks it in. I arch my back, feeling like I’ll be consumed by the sensation. He licks and laps, then bites and gently drags his teeth until I’m moaning.
Moving his mouth to my other peak, he keeps the very hardened nipple he’d previously serviced rolling between his fingers.
Involuntarily, my hips roll up, grinding against him. Desperate for more friction.
His eyes catch fire, and a low growl rips through his throat as he matches my motion, grinding himself between my thighs.
With that, he reaches up, grasps my dress at the shoulders in both fists and peels it down, exposing me more. I wiggle and readjust so it slips away easier. Sliding it down my legs, his gaze devouring me alive, he strips it off me, then tosses it to the bedside chair.
“Goodbye, dress.”
His eyes linger over me as he takes me in. I’m wearing nothing but my blue thong, which he quickly dispenses with, sending it to meet my dress.
Achingly slowly, until I swear I’m going to hyperventilate, he traces my curves with his fingertips. “Every inch of you. I want to touch every inch of your skin.” He does: over my collarbone, my shoulders, down my arms, each fingertip, the quivering mountains of my breasts, tracing each rib to my belly button…
“Do that thing you did underneath me on the Twister board,” he requests, his tone gravel.
I can’t stop the huge smile that crosses my face. “You did notice?”
“Notice? Woman, I was dying!”
“I thought you got mad at me, that I’d made of fool of myself and that’s why you didn’t talk to me for the rest of the evening.”
His face falls. “No. No way. My actions had nothing to do with you. You didn’t do anything wrong. I was upset with myself and how I couldn’t or didn’t want to hold back what I felt anymore. I wanted you so fucking bad. I loved every playful, flirty move you made. I’d just convinced myself it was in my imagination.”
“It was not in your imagination,” I drawl, suddenly shy. “I wanted you too. And I felt so embarrassed because I… nearly kissed you. And we were in front of the kids.”
His smile grows bigger. “You make me so happy! And that was the greatest fucking game of Twister I’ve ever played. Now that I know how you feel, next time we’ll play alone, naked.”
I know my eyes grow wide.
“Now, the position.”
Right. His request. I move my body into a backbend pose. I am so incredibly exposed to him as he swipes his fingers down my shoulder blades, trails the arch of my spine to my ass, where he takes a moment to playfully squeeze it!
“You have the most amazing body,” he purrs, gripping my hips and lowering my back onto the bed. His hands massage my legs, descending my calves, ankles, feet and toes. Goosebumps thrill and light my entire body. His touch is so sensual, so giving.
So fucking hot!
“And this.” He settles between my legs, his shoulders spreading me open wide before him like an offering. “This is dessert.” Connor swipes his tongue through my folds.
I gasp and my breath catches.
He groans and does it again, then exhales hotly. “You’re like fucking cake.”
I melt as he covers my center with his whole mouth and heats me like a furnace with a hot breath from deep within his chest. Then he blows cool air over me, waiting a second before heating me again.
“Oh God, woman, how I’ve dreamed of having your clit on my tongue.”
It’s unbearable! “Fuck, Connor!”
Now he kisses me there with his lips and his tongue, opening me. In a moment, he plunges his tongue inside me, fucking me with it.
I’m dying! My entire body is a flame.
My legs start to tremor.
He swipes and licks up and down, over and over until I’m rocking my hips, searching for the precipice.
“That’s right,” he mumbles against my flesh. “Climb it.”
His tongue continues to torture and circle my clit. I moan uncontrollably and pull him closer.
“Oh, baby, you’re swelling in my mouth, and you feel and taste so fucking perfect!”
“Oh God…”
More than suddenly he pulls back. I freeze.
Less than a second later I hear a tearing sound. I peek to see the condom in his hands.
> I whine, my body writhing on the bed from his absence.
“Look at you,” he purrs. “Christ, you’re sexy as fuck.”
“I do need you, now!”
“Yes, ma’am. Don’t worry your pretty self, I’m so not done with your pussy.” He unfastens and shimmies off his tux pants. “I’m going to make you explode so fucking hard, you’ll have to come back to me for more.”
Between his sex-laden words and the outline of his enormous cock underneath the thin cloth of his briefs, a whimper escapes my lips, and without conscious effort, my own hand rubs down my tummy to my core to find relief.
“Whoa.” He looks so smugly happy. “No hands allowed. Only my mouth.”
I can hardly stand it as he removes the condom from the foil.
“I want to help,” I exclaim, breathless and near orgasm.
“What is it you want to help with?” He grins mischievously.
“I want to touch your cock and help you slide that on.” I feel myself blush.
He lifts himself up over me. I sit up and tug at the waistband of his black hip-hugging briefs, letting his huge cock free. It rises hard against his abs and is further defined by the sweet ridges of the V carved into his muscle. The tip is pierced, and I wonder with anticipation what it’ll feel like with each stroke inside me.
I reach my hand out and carefully touch the length with my fingers. Connor’s head tilts back and his eyes close.
“Even your cock is gorgeous. Your body is flawless,” I exclaim.
His eyes squeeze painfully closed for a moment. “I have so many scars.”
“They just make your body more beautiful.” Like a god, I think.
“You’re beautiful.” He stares into my eyes as he grips his shaft with his fist and strokes himself.
I think I start drooling at the sight, and my fingers wander up to gently touch the piercing, while my other hand reaches under him to massage his balls.
“Oh fuck!” he growls. He allows it to happen for about ten seconds, then puts on the brakes. “No, no, no, no, no, no, you can’t do that! I’ll be gone in a blink of your pretty eyelashes. I need to sink myself into you.”
Quickly he slides on the rubber. I try to help, but he shifts away. “No more touching for you,” he scolds.
I lick my lips. The thought of getting his cock into my mouth and giving him the same pleasure his mouth was giving me makes me excited. Next time.
In a second, his tongue is back on my clit. “Oh, Connor!”
He swirls and laps and sucks until I’m screaming, and my legs are shaking uncontrollably.
Sliding his body over my clit, so as not to lose contact, he positions his exquisite cock over my slit and rubs the head over my clitoris in little tight circles. The silver ball-piercing adds to the sensations.
“Come on, baby, come for me,” he coaxes. “When you do, I’m going to plunge my cock so fucking deep inside you and ride you hard.”
He continues to stroke, lowering himself on top of me and smashing his mouth over mine. I taste myself on him and it makes me wild.
My orgasm overtakes me, rocking every cell in my body. As the waves crash over me, Connor fills me with the length and girth of his gorgeous cock! He rubs his thumb over my spasming clit.
“Holy fucking Christ! Your muscles are quivering.” He thrusts and pounds into me, filling my walls and overwhelming my G-spot with more orgasms that join this volcanic explosion ripping throughout my body from every direction.
“OH FUCK, CONNOR! YES!”
He sets his forehead over mine as our bodies are utterly joined together and stares into my eyes as he thrusts harder… faster… fiercer.
“Elle.” His hands grip my hips, positioning me where he wants me.
Our moans fill the room.
“You’re so fucking hot and tight. Your pussy is so swollen, squeezing my cock, sucking me into you deeper.” He moans. “I can’t hold out anymore. I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Come with me,” I cry. “You totally own my body!”
He wraps his hands around my shoulders, holding me strong, as he drives through my core. His mouth captures each of my noises, and our rhythm becomes one.
Connor’s orgasm rips through him. Every muscle in his body tenses, and his cock throbs. I can feel each pulse against my inner walls.
His heartbeat joins with mine as he rides out his pleasure, our breathing ragged.
When our eyes meet, we both know this is so much more than sex. So much more than a physical release. This isn’t closure or getting someone of out our systems.
Instead, it’s everything.
“Elle,” he whispers, his gaze intense on mine.
“Connor,” I whisper back tenderly.
It’s all we need to say.
As we work to catch our breath, our eyes stay locked, mesmerized.
Flashes of light dance in his eyes, blue sky on sea.
Connor
THIS DREAM OF mine lays cuddled up beside me, her fingers lightly tracing the ink on my chest. My skin thrills at her touch.
“I love when you touch me like that.”
She takes a small breath in surprise. “You didn’t fall asleep?”
“No, why would I want to?” My tone is incredulous. “You’re here with me.”
“I don’t know. That’s always been my experience. Maybe I shouldn’t talk about those things, it’s just so surprising.”
“You can always talk to me about anything you want. Sex energizes me; it’s the ultimate recharge. Having sex with you? I’m fucking nuclear!” I exclaim. “You might want to prepare yourself because in a few minutes, we’ll be going again. First, I need some sustenance. You hungry?”
She laughs. “Again?”
“Hell yes!” Leaning up on my elbow and capturing her eyes to make sure I have her attention, I emphasize, “I have you… in my bed, Elle. I want to spend every minute of it with you.” Drawing a line with my fingertip slowly from her nose to her navel, I add, “And do everything that time will allow.”
Her eyes glass over with lust.
Making soft circles around her belly button, dipping lower and lower on each pass, starts her engine running again. Her hips begin to grind up to meet my hand.
“By the time I’m finished tonight, you won’t be able to walk in the morning.”
Elle inhales sharply. Her porcelain skin flushes with pink, and I know I have her.
Finishing her off with a kiss over her smooth triangle, I jump up off the bed and check the mini fridge. “Let’s see, bottled iced coffees, gourmet green and berry juices, water, alcohol shots and soda mixers, some fresh fruit, a variety of cheeses, hard boiled eggs… and if that’s not enough, I always carry protein bars in my bag.” I notice the menu on top of the fridge. “And room service goes 24/7 too, so if you want something from the kitchen, we could order out.”
“I don’t want anything but you back in bed, as soon as possible,” she purrs, now sprawled on her belly, her shapely ass beckoning me.
Suddenly, the idea of food escapes me. “Yes, ma’am.”
I climb over her legs and get her sweet, fleshy cheeks into both of my hands. “Christ, you have the best ass.”
“I’m glad it tantalizes you.”
I knead it with my hands, lean in and take gentle but firm bites. Elle begins to mew.
“I bet you’re already wet for me again.” I growl.
“Bet I am.”
I sweep my hand up her thigh and between her legs. “You’re soaked. You fucking make me so goddamn hot, Elle.”
She lifts her ass, giving me access to her gorgeous sex.
“Yeah, well you don’t know how long I’ve been fantasizing about you. You aren’t the only one with secrets, Connor.”
“Oh no? Now I have to know!” I say. “And as much as I adore your ass, I want to watch your eyes and see your face.” I kneel, flip her onto her back, spread her legs and pull her up so they wrap around my torso with her butt nicely cradled on my legs
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She giggles, then studies me seriously. “I tried to find you, right after I found Alex and we were safe. I had this teenage-girl fantasy that once I found you, it would be the three of us together, against the world. When I couldn’t, I always hoped you hadn’t gotten in trouble and that you were okay. It took me two long years before I even kissed another boy.”
Elle averts her eyes and swallows hard. “It’s kind of silly I guess, thinking back on it as an adult woman. But you impacted me so hugely. And having the pendant, it was like you were always there with me.”
Our eyes trail down to the necklace on her chest. The truth and tenderness of her words grip me. “You waited for me? You looked for me?”
She nods shyly.
“There is nothing silly about it.” My own mother didn’t do that for me. “Thank you for telling me.”
She sits up in my lap and cradles my face in both her hands. “Then, there’s the matter of when I got the job at The Core. I used to, um… travel all the way across the building from the yoga studio to the sparring rings just to watch you. Leer at you, would be a more precise term.”
“Ahhh… I knew you were checking me out,” I admit proudly.
“You did?” She blushes wicked. “I thought I was being stealthy.”
“You may have been, if it hadn’t been for me checking you out whenever I had the chance. I swear I could feel the heat of your eyes on my body… but I knew if you found out it was me, it’d be all over.”
Her face falls. “It was unfortunate, our first re-acquaintance.”
“Yeah, I’d fucking say so. The worst.”
“But, thinking on all of it now. It really wasn’t.” Her eyes are thoughtful—clear blue as an afternoon sky—her hands anchor behind my neck. “Had it been anyone else, they wouldn’t have done what you did for those kids.”
“You mean your kids?”
That makes her smile. “Yeah, my kids.”
As she’s curled around me, I shift into a cross-legged position to hold her against me easier. Her naked ass settles nicely in the crook of my lap.
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