I squirm around in my confusion and indecision, making Connor stir, his nose nuzzling against my neck in a way that is doing funny things to my below-the-waist regions.
As he blinks awake, his lips press against my neck, and his tongue darts out, tasting me, swirling against my flesh, like he did before we fell asleep.
I open my mouth in a lazy sigh as Connor kisses his way down my body, stopping to lavish attention and his tongue on my nipples, nipping and sucking until I’m practically breathless.
Only once I’m almost crying with need does he continue his downward path, trailing hot kisses until he’s between my legs, lying on his stomach. Oh.Yes.Sliding his hands over my thighs, Connor parts them, hooking them over his shoulders. I shiver in anticipation as his breath blows against my core. I want this wicked bad.
My hands fist the coverlet on either side of my body as Connor’s tongue touches methere. It finds my clit, and I either lose all rational thought or blackout. There’s no other way to describe the sensation of time passing when I don’t even notice it.
I’m too busy thrashing my head, making frankly embarrassing sounds that only seem to spur his magical lips and tongue until I press my hips upward, thrusting my core at his mouth. I tumble over the precipice, coming hard, moaning his name while he eats at me like I’m his favorite meal.
“Holy shit, Connor,” I breathe as he removes my trembling legs from his shoulders, smirking up. I haven’t had anyone do that to me before. I have been missing out.
I’m a languid, sated noodle as he kisses his way back up my body, his lips latching onto a particularly sensitive spot on my neck, drawing out moans as he manipulates my legs to hug his thighs.
A small squeal slips out of me as he rolls us over so I’m straddling him. My giggle cuts off quickly as I realize the perfection of this position. The hard ridge of his dick presses at my core. I push up until I’m sitting upright, and Connor looks up at me, the smug smirk still plastered across his face.
“Are ye going to ride me then, lass?” he asks, raising a single eyebrow.
It’s such a cocky look, anddamnif he doesn’t have every right to be cocky. His lips and tongue and dick are pure magic and hisbody….
I trail my eyes over the magnificence displayed before me. His entire body is hard ridges and planes. His six-pack could possibly be an eight-pack. I knew he would be impressive underneath the suits he always wears. I just didn’t think he would look likethis. He may have spoilt me for all other men.
I smirk back at him, hoping I look as smolderingly sexy as he does while I adjust until he’s fully sheathed. Holy shit. I have to pause for a moment because I’ve never felt so damnfullin my entirelife.
A small moan rips from my throat, and Connor shifts, making the moan louder. His cocky grin is solidifying in place. I take a moment to become accustomed to this incredible feeling. So, so good.
I start rolling my hips and realize I have all the power here. It’s a heady feeling. Connor’s hands grip my waist, but I’m controlling the speed, and as I find my rhythm, continuously rolling my hips, his head tips back, his eyes fluttering closed, his mouth open.
It’s a look of complete abandon, and I’m so damn close based on the look on his face alone.
“Oh feck,leannán,” he gasps. “Don’t fecking stop. Jaysusfeck, just like that.”
My hands slide up his chest, resting on his incredibly defined pecs as I roll my hips faster and faster, my own breath coming out in short, sharp pants. I’m so, so,so close. Nearly there.
“Connor,” I whimper, losing my rhythm as I grind down, my orgasm crashing over me while his hips buck as he comes.
That was amazing. Slumping forward, the waves of euphoria crashing over me, my eyes flutter closed as my cheek rests against his chest. His arms wrap around me, and his lips press against the top of my head.
After a long moment of warm, comfortable snuggling, he rolls me off him, freezing immediately.
“Fuck, fuck,feck!” he mutters fiercely. I stiffen. What’s wrong?
“Connor?” My voice is small and wobbly. We shared an amazing moment, and now he sounds angry and horrified.
He groans into my hair. “I’m so fecking sorry,leannán. I forgot to use a fecking condom. We’ll get some Plan B in the morning.”
“You’re worried about me getting… pregnant?” I ask in a small voice. That’s better than all the horrid things my mind was imagining. It’s almost…sweet.
Connor presses another kiss into my hair, his hand rubbing my arm comfortingly. “There’s nothing to worry about. I’ll sort it out before ye get up in the morning.”
Suddenly, I’m seized with uncontrollable giggles. I stuff my fist into my mouth, but it doesn’t stop the sound. Connor rolls onto his back, tucking a hand up behind his head as he watches me with a bemused expression.
“Ye find it… funny?”
I look at the confused expression on his face, dissolving into giggles again.
“I’m on birth control,” I manage to get out between heaving breaths. “I got my shot right before I moved in here.”