Sliding a hand underneath her, I find the zipper of her sexy little black dress and lower it slowly as she arches her back to make it easier. The action has her breasts pressing against my bare chest. The material of her dress caresses me, eliciting another groan. This dress needs to be on my floor, A.S.A.P.
Easing the dress over her hips, I tug it over her head, almost achieving my aim. Andie is lying under me, clad only in lacy black lingerie. A fucking wet dream.
“Feck, lass,” I breathe, my eyes flitting down her form, drinking it in. Screw having her naked. I like seeingthis.
My mouth comes down on hers again, tasting her, devouring her. One of my hands slides down over her smooth skin until it brushes against the lace of her panties. Andie is panting against my mouth as I curl my fingers around the lace, groaning when my fingers brush against her damp folds. Christ.
“Ye’re already wet for me, lass.”
I almost moan at the thought. Andie’s hips push up, pressing her core against my fingers. That’s enough of an invitation for me. Parting her folds, I lazily brush her clit until her hips surge, sliding a finger into her wet heat.
It’s going to be a fucking tight fit. I can’t wait to be inside her.
Andie whimpers softly when I withdraw my hand from her panties. That’s my lass. So eager. I smirk against her lips.
“Patience,leannán,” I chuckle. “I’ll be inside ye soon enough.”
“Connor,” she breathes. My dick hardens further, a feat I didn’t think possible. “Please.”
Jesus fuck. I definitely can’t wait any longer. Snapping her bra clasp open, I tug her panties down, clambering off the bed to shuck my trousers and boxer briefs. As I open the nightstand drawer to retrieve a condom, Andie watches me with heated eyes.
I have it open and on in no time, crawling back onto the bed, my body covering her as I spread her legs with my hips. Fuckingfinally.My mouth moves up her neck as I sink into her. I get less than halfway before it’s too tight. Fuck,yes.
Rising onto my forearms, I stare at Andie’s face as her eyes flutter closed, her mouth falling open in wonder while I slowly withdraw and slide back in. It takes about a minute of slow rocking, in and out, until I’m buried balls deep. Jesus fuck, the lass feelsamazing.
“Oh,Connor,” she moans, her eyes still closed, her head tipped back, and her fingers pressing against my shoulder blades at my back.
Growling at her moaned words, I lower my forehead to the bed beside her, gritting my teeth as I set a torturously slow pace, rocking in and out. Her mango and honey scent fills my nostrils as I inhale deeply, my nose against the side of her neck. So fucking incredible.
Andie bends her knees, setting her feet flat on the bed on either side of my waist and her hips straining up as I rock in. Her inner muscles, already tight, are starting to clench, pulling at my dick each time I withdraw.
Jesus fuck. I need her to come. Immediately, so I can fucking speed things up. Running my thumb over her mouth, I press it inside.
“Suck,” I order her, groaning when she obeys instantly, her mouth pulling at my digit.
Withdrawing my thumb, I move it down and find her clit, rolling my thumb around it until she moans, long and breathy, her muscles clenching down on my dick like a vice as she tenses and comes. That’s it, lass. So perfect.
I don’t let up the motion of my thumb on her clit until she’s ridden out her orgasm, bracing my forearm against the mattress again when she’s relaxed and glowing.
Now Andie is more accustomed to my size, and she’s come, I pick up the pace, reaching down and hooking one of her legs over my arm to deepen the angle.
I find her sweet spot because fuck moaning, she’s panting and mewling now, like a contented cat, her head tipped back, her face a vision of ecstasy.
When she comes for the second time, the clenching of her muscles is too much, and I come too, groaning and sucking her earlobe into my mouth, biting down lightly on it.
Chapter NINE
Andie
I had three shots of whiskey last night and fucked my boss, and you know what? #YOLO #NOREGRETS.
I have no idea what time it is when I wake up, but a goofy grin tugs at my lips as I turn my head to see Connor fast asleep beside me in his giant king-sized bed.
We’re both naked, and one of his legs is draped over both of mine, his arm is wrapped loosely around my waist, and his face is snuggled in against my neck. Every time he breathes, his breath tickles me. I never knew how nice waking up could be.
No sunlight is coming in through the windows yet, so it must still be the middle of the night. I feel lazy and relaxed from the two intense orgasms Connor delivered last night. I can count on one hand the number of times I’ve come during penetrative sex, and last night, I came twice! Talk about incredible.
Not only that, I can stillfeelhim between my legs. I have no idea of the protocol for this situation. Do I sneak out? Tomorrow, when he fronts for breakfast, do I pretend this never happened? Are we having a one-night stand? A fling? Shit. I’m definitely overthinking this.