He walked over and opened the top drawer. All he saw was a bunch of medical papers. Then he opened the second drawer. This was the right drawer. Not only did she have condoms in there, but some battery operated toys as well. Good to know. Not for this time, but maybe next time, they can try a few.
He shut the drawer and quickly sheathed himself. When he returned to her she said, “I probably should’ve got that for you.”
He noticed she was blushing. “I’m glad I did. It gives me something to think about for the next time.” Laying over her he added, “Now, where were we?”
She wrapped her arms around his neck pulling him down to her. “I believe you were about to kiss me.”
“Or maybe this,” he said and then pulled away. Kneeling between her legs, taking in the beauty of her body. He planned on exploring every inch of her, but his body was aching to feel one part of her wrapped around his cock right now.
Taking his cock in his hand, he stroked her clit with the head while never taking his eyes off her. Her blue eyes darkened until finally she closed them moaning.
“Krista, I can’t wait any longer.” His voice was deep, almost a growl, as he tried to hold onto his control.
She opened her legs wider.He couldn’t hold back any longer. In one motion he entered her and stopped giving her time to adjust to him and to enjoy the feel of her gripping him with her core.
Then he started drawing his cock in and out, long slow, deliberate motions. She grabbed his shoulders and lifted her hips off the bed coaxing him to give her more.
Connor couldn’t hold back. He pumped fast and hard, driving into her again and again. She pulled her hands away and ran them up his chest, raking her nails gently over him.
Oh God.“Baby, you feel so damn good,” he said before he claimed hernipple fiercely with his mouth.
“Yes! Connor!I?.?.?. OhGod?.?.?.yes?.?.?.” Her hands were on his back pulling him to her. “Please?.?.?.”
“Yes, Krista, give it to me. Giveit all to me.” He entered her harder, faster, as she cried out his name again, meeting his thrust with her own wild passion. “Yeah, that’s it.”
He was so close that it almost hurt to hold back. But he wanted her there with him. She was close. He could feel it. Her moans grew louder against his neck, then she arched her back, her head thrashing from side to side as her body began to clench around his cock as she came. He plunged deeper. He could barely breathe as he exploded inside of her. His body was rocked by an orgasm like he’d never experienced before. The room filled with his moans, and his cries of pleasure. “Krista…Krista…”
He collapsed onto the bed near her, unable to speak or think. Connor reached out, grabbed the corner of the blanket and pulled it over them. Krista snuggled against him.
“That was…one…hell of a…kiss,” she said.
He pulled her closer to him and said, “Give me about twenty minutes and I’ll show you I can do better.”
Krista rested her head on his shoulder. “Better make it an hour.”
He kissed her on the top of her head and held her as he heard her breathing slow and finally followed by a soft snore.
Damn. Even her snores are cute.
He had no idea what possessed him to say yes to going home with her. They might both regret it later. But right now, there wasn’t any place he’d rather be.
When Krista invited Conner to stay with her in Montpelier, she actually thought they might see something other than her home. But the last few days had been amazing. Leaving the house would only have spoiled the magic taking place inside.
But they had one more day together and she didn’t want to miss one moment with him. Once he left, she had no idea when they’d see each other again. Nothing had really changed. Her life was here and his in Boston. They had spoken a lot about all different types of things over the past few days, but one thing neither brought up was what happens after he leaves.
If you don’t make any promises, you don’t have to worry about breaking them.
It was something she’d been told in medical school. Never to make a promise to a patient, because you might not be able to deliver on it. Guess the same applied in her personal life as well. But she didn’t need to wait for Connor to bring it up. She had a voice. If she wanted to, she easily could broach the subject.
Somehow, today she would. Just not at that moment. She was about to roll over and see if he was awake, when her cell phone rang. It was never good when it rang that early in the morning.
“Hello?”
“Is this Dr. Chinto?”
“Yes it is. How can I help you?”
“My name is Mr. Clearborn. I’m an attorney. I have your number listed here as an emergency contact,” the man on the other line said.