“Good girl,” he told her as he pulled back and moved to his jeans, pulling out a condom. He slid it on quickly. Then he grabbed her around the waist, and slid her up the bed.
Jesus, how did he manage to make that look so effortless? She was no lightweight, yet he shifted her around as though she weighed nothing.
He knelt between her open legs. “Ready, baby?”
“God, yes, Sir.”
He grinned and, bending over her, thrust. He moved slowly but without hesitation, pushing deep. She cried out, arching up, then froze, remembering his orders to lay still.
“You can move, baby. Wrap your legs around my hips.”
She raised her legs and held on tightly as he pushed inside her. It felt so good. She was so wet for him, that she took him easily despite his size. She shook with the need to come. He shifted, rubbing against that spot inside her, and she screamed as she came around him, clenching down.
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“Fuck, yes.” He threw his head back as he pumped his hips, filling her. “Baby, you feel so damn good around me. So fucking hot.” He cried out, stilling as he came, his jaw clenched tight. She reached up and ran her hands down his chest, his arms, feeling how muscular he was, his skin silky, his body toned and strong.
Her Dom.
Damn. She liked the sound of that.
10
“Do we really have to do this while I’m naked?” Ria whined. She bit her lip. Damn it, she hated people who whined. But really, it wasn’t fair that she had to walk around naked while he was fully dressed.
“Yes, we do.” Connor looked over the contract in his hand. Damn, he looked sexy when he was being so serious. Of course, she thought he looked sexy all the time.
You’ve got it bad, girl.
Yep, she definitely did. And she had no idea of how to protect herself from getting hurt when he left.
“But shouldn’t you be naked too?” she asked as he wrote something else on the contract they were working through. He’d grabbed a general contract from the club last night and was now adding in his rules. She wondered whether he would run out of space.
“No.”
“Well, why not?”
He glanced up at her. “Because I don’t have any hang-ups about my body.”
Well, hell. Why would he? He was perfect and she was . . . not. Okay, she got it. She had a few negative perceptions of her body. But she didn’t think being naked and having to see them every time she passed a mirror was really helping.
“Okay, I’ve written all the rules down we’ve talked about, plus a few more.” He patted his lap. “Come sit here while we discuss them.”
Okay. Maybe she could somehow take his mind off that damn contract and on to more interesting things. Like getting his clothes off and fucking her on the couch.
You’ve turned into a sex maniac, Ria.
And she liked it.
She moved along the couch then stood, ready to settle herself sideways on his lap.
“Nope,” he told her. “Straddle me.”
All right then. She climbed over him, feeling rather ungraceful. She knew other women who could have made this look sexy and seamless. Not her.
He cupped one breast, playing with the nipple but kept his attention on the contract. Jesus, didn’t he know the affect he was having on her?
Of course he knows, Ria. He’s a Dom. He’s played with a lot of subs before.