“Remember the beach?” he asks hoarsely, and I nod, unable to form words as my hips arch up, wanting more. More friction, more pleasure.
I remember it very well, Connor rubbing us both to a frantic climax with his cock against my clit, the hot splash of his cum on my skin and then in my mouth. He rocks forward, sliding his cock over my pussy, and I moan helplessly, grinding against him.
“This time, I get to fuck you when I want, though.” His expression tells me clearly just how much he can’t wait to do just that, as he fists his cock roughly, pushing the head down to my entrance and then back up, using my own arousal against me as he gets my clit so slick and wet that the faintest caress feels like the most intense pleasure.
“Beg,” he says again as I cry out helplessly. The friction is incredible and yet just not quite enough, and I feel like I’m dying to come. Like I’ll come apart at the seams if I don’t have some release soon.
“Oh god, oh—” I gasp, squirming, chasing that last bit of pleasure, but Connor is far too good at this. He grins wickedly down at me, rubbing me with his cock like a toy until I can’t bear it any longer.
“Please!” I nearly scream the word, my voice a sobbing moan. “Please make me come, Connor, please, please—”
He grins with satisfaction and lets go of his cock, sliding back down between my legs to fasten his lips over my clit as he pushes three fingers inside of me this time, rough and fast. I go hurtling over the edge into a pleasure so intense that I feel like I might pass out. My back arches hard, my vision narrowing as I scream out my release. Connor keeps going, sucking and fingering me until every last gasping bit of pleasure has washed through me. I sag backward against the pillows, panting.
And then he leans over me so quickly I almost didn’t see him move, his cock thrusting into me to the hilt in one long, hard stroke that makes me scream again.
He fucks me hard and fast, fists gripping the pillows on either side of my head, hips slamming into mine with a force that I know will leave me bruised tomorrow, and yet there’s not a single part of me that wants him to stop. It feels so good, rough and brutal in the most satisfying way. He leans back, grabbing both of my legs and hooking them over his shoulders before finding my oversensitive clit with his fingertips as he fucks me with every bit of force he can manage.
He looks fucking gorgeous, almost primal as he slams into me, muscles flexing as he grips my thighs and holds them apart, lifting me up so that we can both see his huge cock splitting me open, fucking me so hard I know I’ll be sore tomorrow and loving every second of it.
“Fuck,” he growls. “I’m going to come—fuck—”
The snarl of his words sends me over the edge, too, his fingers rubbing my clit roughly as I feel him harden and swell in me, the heat of his cum filling me as his hips jerk, his head thrown back as another snarl of pleasure escapes his lips. “Fuck—” he growls again, thrusting into me as deeply as he can go and holding himself there as the last of his orgasm ripples through him.
Connor stays that way for a moment, back arched, fingers pressed roughly into my thighs, cock buried in me to the hilt before pulling free and rolling to one side, as breathless as I am. “That was it,” he murmurs as his chest heaves. “I know it. The perfect way to end the night. That’s the one that gets you pregnant.”
The thought fills me with warmth and a heavy fear all at once. Iwantto get pregnant. I want Connor’s baby. But I also don’t want to lose him.
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The next morning, I’m woken by the feeling of Connor pulling my thigh over his hip, the two of us face to face as he angles his thick morning erection into me. I moan, my sore pussy wet for him anyway as his mouth finds my throat, sucking and nibbling at my skin as he thrusts into me. He pulls me close, one hand on my ass as my clit grinds against his pelvis, and I come in a matter of minutes, moaning helplessly as he fills me with his own orgasm all over again.
We drift off to sleep again, Connor still inside of me, only for him to wake me once more when he’s hard again. When he comes in me the second time, biting my shoulder with a groan as he pours himself into me, I roll away after, wondering if I’m even going to manage to get out of bed.
“We’re going into the city today,” I remind him. “And then our jet leaves early in the morning.”
I’d wondered if he’d still be up for going into Tokyo today. Despite the passionate sex last night, something about him had seemed off last night after he’d come back, and it had taken everything in me not to ask him what was going on. I hadn’t wanted to spoil the evening, though, and by now, it’s too late to pry into it.
Instead, we both shower, and I slip into a silky black wrap dress and wedges, pulling my hair up into a high ponytail with simple jewelry. There’s a car waiting for us downstairs after another light breakfast of delicious soufflé pancakes and fruit, and Connor groans as we slide into the back.
“I’m going to gain ten pounds on this vacation,” he says with a smirk, and I swat his abs playfully.
“You look like you’ve lost weight, if anything,” I tell him. “All the sex.”
“That is one way to keep up with a workout,” Connor smirks. “Probably the most enjoyable way.”
“Probably?” I feign outrage, and he laughs. As always, it makes me happy and sad all at once because when we’re not fighting each other, it’s sogood. I remember him saying in the onsen the first night that we’re well suited to each other, or would be if we were different people, and I wonder all over again what he meant by that.
What is it about who I am that makes him feel like we can’t have a real, happy marriage? Or does he really just not want that with anyone?
I’m determined not to let it ruin our last day, though. The car drops us off near a café, and we get iced coffee, walk through shops and parks until lunchtime, people-watch, and enjoy the architecture and scenery. I buy a soft shawl woven with an intricate pattern in one shop and a fan in another, and when we leave a small jewelry shop, Connor surprises me by stopping me on the sidewalk and reaching for my wrist.
I blink as he pulls out a box, opening it to reveal a bracelet of delicately strung pink Japanese pearls separated by gold bezel-set diamonds. My mouth drops open as he deftly clasps it around my wrist. I’d seen it when we first walked in, but the price was astonishing, and I have more than enough jewelry at home.
Connor has never bought me anything like this before, other than my engagement ring. “It suits you,” is all he says when he sees the expression on my face, and then takes my hand as we continue on down the street.
We stop at a ramen shop for lunch, a place far more casual than anything we’d normally eat at in Boston, but the atmosphere feels calming and authentic, the lighting dim and the warm air filled with mouth-watering smells. We both devour huge bowls of ramen and emerge blinking and full back out into the sunlight, continuing to wander.
This. This is my favorite day,I decide. The entire weekend has felt like something out of a dream, but this gives me the same feeling I once had on Connor’s motorcycle, like we could be any two people in the world, in love and free, adventuring together.