He kissed me between my breasts, working his way down to my navel. Snaking his hands underneath my thighs, he wrapped his arms around my legs, pulling me toward him. I was split open before him, my most intimate flesh gleaming with arousal.
I knew what was coming, but even that didn’t prepare me for the shock of his tongue on my clit. I threw my head back into the pillow, grabbing fistfuls of his hair. He pressed down hard, rubbing the sensitive button with just enough pressure to send me over the edge.
I cried out, surrendering to the waves of delight that rocked through me as he licked. He was far too practiced for me. I was putty in his hands. I gasped when he inserted a finger deep within, touching me in the most intimate way imaginable. He slid it in and out, mimicking the lovemaking process.
I folded in on myself, all my muscles contracting at once. The relief was orgasmic, the pleasure coursing through my veins. One moment I was lying flat on the bed and the next I was flying. I plunged through layers of delicious release, my pussy throbbing under the pressure.
He gave my core one final lick, making my stomach flip inside me. Wiping his hand off on my inner thigh, he crawled back to my mouth. When I kissed him, I could taste my own musk. He was still playful, as if he did this kind of thing every day.
I appreciated the attention. That giant knot of frustration that had been lodged in my heart was gone. I felt whole and new, as if I had been through a worm hole and come out the other side.
He took me by the hips and flipped me over, arranging me to his liking. I played along, my muscles like jelly. He slid his hands up my thighs, resting them on my ass. He didn’t stop there, smoothing the skin from the small of my back around to my hip bones.
I knew what he was planning to do, but it was still a surprise when he rammed his member home. It was a blinding flash. I was empty and then I was full; I was wanting and then I was consumed. I tossed my head back, seeing stars streak across the pillow.
How he could rule me like that was a mystery. We were equal partners in the lovemaking and yet he was guiding the mission. I dug my fingers into the bedspread, holding on tight as he began to move.
He was just as strong as I had imagined, pure man with his tool between my legs. He pumped slowly at first, gaining momentum until our bodies slapped together. I was almost there again, almost to the breaking point, when he pulled out.
Taking me by one shoulder, he urged me onto my back. I flopped down beneath him, eager to finish what we had started. He wasted no time burying himself again, this time even deeper than before.
I looked up into his eyes and found him concentrating on his task. He planted his arms beside my ears, his torso lifted. All his energy was focused on our conjoined parts. I wrapped my legs around his waist, urging him on to his final destination.
When he came, I came with him. Our bodies melded into a throbbing ray of light, so bright I had to shut my eyes. I felt him shoot his seed, his cock quivering with the effort. My inner walls urged him on, beating his stick with a rhythm that was all my own.
It was a long time before I came down. I saw twinkling lights and wondered if we were among the stars. I heard his breath even out and felt the chill of the air against my chest. He rolled off, sliding himself from my body.
Without missing a beat, he peeled the covers back and jumped inside. Holding the blankets up for me, he arranged for us to cuddle. I felt the dual embrace of both Connor and the blankets, and the warmth of my little cocoon was like heaven.
“Get the bloke off your mind yet?” he asked.
I tensed. How did he know that I was grappling with something frustrating at home?
“I figured,” he continued, as if I had asked my question out loud. “You were on the prowl; usually means you’re trying to get someone else off your mind. I don’t care at all.”
I smiled, kissing his wrist where it draped over my arm. “You’re good at distracting people, I’ll give you that.”
“Anything you want to talk about?” His voice was soft in my ear.
“I don’t want to bore you,” I said, even though I really did want to talk.
“Not boring,” he murmured. “Pillow talk.”
I told him about moving into Flynn’s home, about the arguments we had been having and about my confrontation with my boss earlier that day. Connor listened respectfully, drawing lazy circles on the back of my palm with one finger.
“Sounds complicated,” he said finally when I had wrapped up the tale.
“It is,” I complained, turning over to face him.
“Well, you can always come here if you need to get away,” he joked, tucking my head onto his shoulder.
We had sex one more time before falling asleep, exhausted, at three in the morning. I had the whole day ahead of me, and I could afford to skip the wakeup call.
CHAPTEREIGHT
FLYNN
I was stunned that Breanna would be so open and honest to tell me how she really felt. I was struggling with my attraction to her, and I didn’t think it was that obvious. I was worried because she was my employee, but also because she was so much younger. It was only seven years, but still, that made a difference.