“I’m not. Come here,” he said, dragging me up to him and using one of those big hands to latch the back of my neck, the other gripping my ass and sitting me over him.
His lips were hard against mine. Punishing, coaxing. But as his soft licks and sharp nips started to make me hot again—making me grind down against him so hard I could feel his tip at my opening, I realized those kisses were readying.
He pulled away when that thick head dipped the slightest bit inside me and we both groaned into each other’s mouths. Meeting my eyes, I knew what he wanted. I shook my head. “Too big, Con.”
“No honey, just right,” he said.
“It won’t fit.”
“It’ll fit just fine,” he said, lips chasing mine. Holding my eyes, I got the feeling that he was serious. So fucking serious. His features hard and strained against his arousal, begging me for release. His voice was harder, stern even. But his hands still floated around me softly, begging for permission to enter. Waiting for me to give the okay. Speaking directly into a kiss he begged, “Please, Cee. Work me in, baby.”
“Okay,” I said softly. And lining him up with my opening, I did just that.
Slowly, I lowered myself over him, stopping when the thickness got too much and sliding back up before starting again. It took three before I was panting and six before I was seated on him. Connor filling me all the way up and murmuring curses as I worked over him.
I’d splayed my hands over his chest for leverage and continued to use it as I kept going. Working myself over and over him, this delicious fullness drugging in a way that I wanted to keep chasing, even as I felt him deep within me.
He’d filled me entirely and somehow I wanted to feel more.
Pushing down harder I ground my hips down at the base of us and felt it against my clit. It had me letting out a long moan as rockets of sensation shot through my entire body, causing everything to clench and tighten. I rasped another loud gasp as tight walls gripped him making the next long slide rough and hard.
“Fuck baby, you’re doing so good,” he said on a growl. Reaching up and around me he grasped onto my shoulder and pinned me to him. “So fucking good. I can’t take it.”
He pushed up and into me hard, his arms keeping me exactly where he wanted me. I whimpered. He did it again and I moaned. I tried to meet him, but he had me locked in, drilling up into me with a force that made my legs shake.
“Connor,” I said, a warning as I felt my senses being overwhelmed. I was clenched so tight I thought I was going to break, but he kept going. Using me like he was possessed. Grunting into my neck and moaning as he lost control with every new thrust.
It was his hands on my ass, hard and sure as they pushed me down and pressed my clit against him, rubbing it as he moved inside, that sent me.
I burst. Shattering on top of him and falling over as I shook and taking his punishment as he went wild beneath me.
“Look at me, baby,” he said.Begged. I did, taking in those strong features as they were pulled tight in tense concentration. We didn’t have to speak as our eyes met. He knew me like I knew him. That’s how I knew we were both saying “I love you” somewhere in the cosmos as he came apart.
Connor, my Connor, was quiet when he let go. Holding me so close as his motions turned jerky and moaning softly into my neck as he stilled under me before his release spilled and spilled and spilled. Little mindless thrusts pressing into me as he rode it out, all the while he whispered words that were just for me. “So fucking good, Ceci. Goddamn. I knew you’d be perfect.So damn perfect.”
I hummed, feeling boneless against him as we both fell onto the blanket. We were sweaty and still breathing hard, but Connor pulled the blanket I slept under over us anyway, a trickling of sand dusting us as he did. We didn’t care. We just clung to each other, coming down from a place above the clouds.
Laying my forehead against his chest I shook it slightly. “Connor Ferguson. I never would have thought.”
This is all I said, but what I didn’t say, Connor understood.
With a hand on my cheek, he guided my face up. As I looked at him, he gave me a smile, lazy and languid and my heart squeezed tight. Looking at me right back, his voice came back to him, no longer a whisper, but a low private murmur. It rumbled as he said, “I knew all along.”
“You did not!” I said with a laugh, remembering the way he’d tried to back out of Fergy’s room that first day we’d become friends.
He nodded, “I did.”
“Since when?” I asked.
“I’ll tell you one day,” he said, wrapping his arms tighter around me and tucking me in close.
We spent long minutes just lying there, my eyes getting heavy with satisfaction and exhaustion. The best kind of ache present already in my thighs and along other warm parts of me too. Con’s breathing was slow and deep. The way he breathed when he was sleeping, but his big hands still played at my back, making long strokes along the curve of my body.
When I opened my drooping eyes again, my vision caught onto patches of white particles along Connor’s body, and I chuckled. “Con?”
“Yeah?”
“Are you going to take me to the beach every time you’re in the mood?” I asked, brushing the sand from his shoulder. “I mean, I appreciate the spontaneity, but there’s sandeverywhere.”
