And then Connor was kissing me.Consumingme. All hands and lips and teeth once again.
His hands moved all over my body. Running along my shoulders to my back. Pulling me closer as they continued their path down to cup my ass, squeezing me hard in his big hands. In a slow slide he smoothed his palms over the front of me. Skirting them up my hips, to my ribs and stopped just under the bottom of my bra.
Pulling away from my mouth he just held me there, swallowing me up with his eyes as he admired me cupped in his hands. “Fuck.”
That curse might as well have been an aphrodisiac. Reaching forward, I grabbed at his neck and pulled him back over me. He came willingly, his hands moving to squeeze me higher, getting a whole handful as his fingers pinched the sensitive buds peaking through the material of my bra. Twisting them in an agonizing torture that made me gasp and moan into his mouth.
Shuddering, I couldn’t stop my hips from moving forward to search for his. Needing sweet friction against the hardness of his body.
Instead of that part of him I’d grabbed earlier, I got that same knee he had parted my thighs with. Using it as a wedge, he pushed closer to me and I found myself giving in to the crazed feeling of lust and arousal, shamelessly moving my aching core against it. It felt good, but it was only a temporary stand in for what I really wanted.
I tried to get closer, needed to, but the difference in height was too much. And it frustrated me.
“What do you want?” he whispered against my lips.
“Get me on this thing,” I said. Without hesitation, he lifted me up so that I was sitting atop the wheel of the dirty sandy ATV. I didn’t care, because now I could finally feel him as he stepped between my legs and pressed that delicious heat into me.
I may have tossed my head back and moaned. And Connor may have leaned over me and sucked the last unmarked sliver of my neck into his mouth, pulling on me hard and causing me to curse as I bucked forward, my soft against his hard. Into my skin he asked, “What do you need?”
I flicked my eyes open, allowing myself one glance into his eyes before I focused on something less gut wrenchingly honest as I whispered, “You.”
He cursed again, long and groaning. His hips rocking into mine, again and again as he made a rhythm between us that only our bodies knew the tune of. His lips doing the same on my lips. I was erratic and groaning guttural sounds I had never made in my life before he had the sense and control to move away. Just far enough for his hand to grip my thigh and spread me further, but not far enough for our lips to detach.
He caressed the sensitive flesh there, dragging his fingertips up the line of my inner thigh and rubbing slow circles into me. The gentle massage sending currents of desire racing straight to my clit. All I wanted was for him to touch me there.
“Can I touch you, Ceci?” he asked, so serious and needy it made me squirm.
“You’re already touching me,” I said, trying at levity.
He tightened his grip on my leg causing me to hiss and rock in search of more friction. “Don’t kid right now. Please. Just answer me straight.”
I chanced another look into his eyes and I felt my world tilt on its axis. The way Connor was looking at me, with worlds in his, I knew there was something different about this time. And still I couldn’t turn the other way.
So I just whispered, “Touch me.”
He didn’t ask again as he stroked up the innermost dips of my thighs and onto the soft middle of my panties. I shook.
Slowly, he felt me there. Running his fingers over my sensitive center. Holding me close as my legs jerked around him. Roaming his other hand all over my body. Palming my ass, gripping my thighs, angling my face as he continued to kiss and kiss and kiss me. Finally, he landed back on the curves of my chest, taking the left side in his hand and showering his attention on it. I bucked as the sensation of him surrounded me.
Slipping the fabric of my bra, his calloused hand connected with my sensitive flesh, and I seized, crying out only to have him capture the sound with his mouth. Ravaging mine.
When he successfully shut me up, dazed and wanting and a mess, he kissed a trail down my chest to my right side. Pulling my bra the rest of the way off with his teeth, letting me spill free from restraint. He sucked me into his mouth, his tongue circling the peaks just as his hand pulled my panties aside and—
“Fuuuck,” he groaned at the same time I hissed the same word.
Strong, thick fingers dipped their way into my folds, sliding fingers all around my most sensitive areas. Slowly they began the slide up to the little bundle of nerves that seemed to be pulsating as if begging to be touched. He only teased me though, circling it one glorious yet unsatisfying time before sliding his fingers away.
“Don’t do that,” I panted, trying to rock my hips in a way that would get his hand back to where I wanted it. Needed it. He just dragged another languid slide up and down the length of me, circling me again at the top and then sliding away. I whined. “Connor.”
He nipped at the top of my cleavage, marking the swell and making me arch and moan at the pinch of it. Lifting his head to look at me, I gave his eyes another cursory glance before focusing on something else.
I know I sounded breathy and needy as I damn near growled, “I said touch me, sotouchme.”
“No, Cee,” he said into my neck, kissing downward until his mouth was against my throat again. “You call the shots everywhere else. I call them here.”
“Connor,” I pleaded.
“Baby,” he cooed back. Taking his time, he kissed me long and hard and slow. Working my mouth until my insides melted and my jaw went slack from the effort. Breathless, he pulled back and rested his forehead on mine. “I’m gonna make you feel good, so just be patient and let me.”
