“If you want me to stop, just tell me,” I say against her mouth. “Now, lay down.”
With her back flat on the table, I run my palms over her, beginning at her shoulders, then over her breasts and stomach until they land on her thighs, her body arching into my touch every inch of the way.
I drop to my knees, taking in the sight of her bare for the first time. Biting back my groan, I strain against my zipper, as I trail hot, wet kisses up the insides of her thighs.
“Connor, please.”
My girl aches for my touch and I intend to give her everything she needs. “You ready for me?”
She hums and I drag a finger up her center, my shoulders pushing her hips wider.
Her moan bounces off the ceiling and I wrap my arms under her legs to anchor her. I move in slow—one long, lazy swipe of my tongue and her back bows off the table as shivers of pleasure ripple through her.
“Oh my God,” she breathes.
Her breaths quake on her tongue and I’m a man starved. With every move of my mouth over her, she writhes into me. When her body rocks back, I yank her closer. When she presses into my mouth, I push into her harder.
I groan against her, the vibrations moving up and down her core, encouraging her, and she doesn’t hesitate to take and take and take. “Take what you need, baby.”
I sense it the second before her orgasm hits. One hand lands with a smack on the table as her other fists my hair. Her thighs quiver in my grasp, but I don’t relent. Licking, sucking and flicking, my tongue works her over, her breaths coming in rapid pants. Hercries pitch higher, louder as she shouts my name, riding wave after wave of pleasure to its complete end.
Body slack on the table, her chest rises and falls in a heavy rhythm. I rise to my feet and meet her gaze. I pull her to a seated position and she launches herself at me, kissing me hard, paying no mind to the taste of herself coating my lips and tongue.
Her hands drop to the waist of my jeans. “Gretch, stop. You don’t have to?—”
“I want to touch you.” She looks at me like if she doesn’t touch me now, she might combust and,dammit, I want her to. But I need her to know that I don’t expect anything in return for pleasuring her.
“Please? I need to know that I can make you feel good, Connor.” I’m standing between her legs, my shirt barely covering the best thing I ever tasted in my life, and my zipper clings on for dear life. I want her hands on me so bad. “Iwantto.”
I let out a low curse that sounds more like a groan. “I won’t last long.”
“I don’t care,” she rushes out as she yanks the button of my jeans and pulls down the zipper.
Her hand slides inside my boxer briefs and my forehead falls to hers as she wraps it around me. It’s an awkward angle, but she works her hand up and down as I thrust into her fist in tandem. My breaths stutter, jaw clenching. One tiny whimper from her mouth and my hand is back between her legs where I find her eager and ready again.
I’m close, so I waste no time and plunge two fingers deep inside her. She cries out, her body fully surrendering to me once more. I match the rhythm of my fingers to my hips as I chase my orgasm, hers within reach right along with me.
“Ahh! I’m gonna come again!”
“I’m so close. Come with me.”
Temples fused together, our breaths come hot and heavy on each other’s skin. I curse, unintelligible, as sensations collide inside me—her fist and my hips driving me toward my release, the slicksounds of my fingers moving in and out, the taste of her still on my tongue.
“Gretch, that feels so good!” I say, voice like gravel now as I climb.
This woman owns me. Every look, every kiss, every touch, every piece of me belongs to her.
Our cries echo, loud enough to reach the hallway but it only spurs me on. I want faster, louder, harder. My fingers move roughly inside of her, our movements growing sloppy, as we close in on that climax together.
Gretchen’s mouth falls open on a silent cry, breath halted in her throat. “That’s it, come again for me.”
Her voice breaks, wild and free as she lets go, my fingers plunging and swirling. I grunt through three more rough thrusts as her fist tightens around me and I follow her over the edge, my groan vibrating against her cheek. I buck my hips into her until the bitter end, pulsing as the euphoria sweeps me under.
We stay there, her hand wrapped around me, my fingers still inside her as we ride out the aftershocks. It hasneverbeen like this before and I wasn’t even inside of her. I knew being with Gretchen would be different. Special. But this? How will we ever get anything done? She’s all I want to do now…ever.
She bites her lip and pulls her hand free as I do the same. “I guess we’re supposed to eat fajitas now, like we didn’t just traumatize this table,” she says as she adjusts her glasses.
I kiss her long and slow until our bodies sink into the cradle of each other, completely spent. “We can traumatize every surface of this apartment if you want to.” I wink, planting a final kiss on the tip of her nose. “I have to go clean up. And put these boxers in the laundry.”
