I find it nearly impossible to wake up, I’m so incredibly comfortable. This new bed is seriously like a drug. I never want to leave it. The mattress envelops me in a warm embrace. I want to melt into it.
Except for one thing. The hot, wet fire intensifying in my pussy. Connor’s beard drags across my inner thighs, where he’s kissing me. Blowing hot hair against my folds. Dipping his tongue into me so softly, I can scarcely feel it.
My fingers thread through his curls. My eyes flutter open to find him grinning up at me. “Good?”
“Ah-may-zing.” I rake my nails along his scalp and push him back down. Obediently, he grips my hips with his big hands and holds me against his mouth, keeping me still so his tongue can caress me everywhere. Along my seam. At the crease of my thighs. Along my outer lips. Lapping at my sensitive nub. Delving inside, swirling around my opening.
Out of nowhere, he kisses then suckles my clit. Unable to help it, my back arches off the bed. His fingers grip me tightly so there’s no escape from the incredible sensation. Not that I want to escape. “God, keep doing that. Don’t stop.”
“That’s just to take the edge off.” He uses the flat of his tongue to lick up my juices. “Now we’re going to get serious, my love.”
Connor wastes no time burying his face in my pussy. Eating me like he can’t get enough. He moans and utters words like “delicious” and “so sweet” against my clit. His worship makes me feel like he’d gladly wake me up this way every day for the rest of my life.
“It’s so, so,soooogood.” I’m mewling. Rolling my hips to meet him.
My orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave, building. Rolling. Crashing. He laves me and coaxes a second, then third more languid, rolling release. I’m overheated. Overstimulated.
I never want him to stop. Never.
“I need you, Connor,” I cry out. His hands sneak under my ass, where he cups me and pulls me even tighter against his lips. He’s moaning and grunting against my pussy. Devouring me like I’m the most delicious meal he’ll ever have. I tug his hair because it’s too much, but he’s relentless. He inserts two fingers inside me and strokes my G-spot. Sucks my clit hard with his lips. Grazes it with his teeth. Swirls his tongue in tight circles on my nub. Repeats the cycle until I’m shaking from head to toe, ready to detonate.
“Please. Fuck me, Connor. I need your cock inside me.” I shriek when I do, in fact, go over. Gushing my release all over his face.
He looks up at me from between my thighs. My heart melts. After what happened, I never thought I’d see the love and adoration in his eyes again. But there it is. Utter devotion. Pure love. All communicated in one look.
Which changes to fiery desire as he rises to his knees. “I’m going to fuck you hard, Mae. Are you ready?”
“Yes. Yes.” I attempt to pull him toward me, but his plans are already in motion.
He takes his time, kissing my everywhere, leaving trails of heat as he works his way up. To my breasts. He bites my nipple, then licks. It puckers into a tight nub. Smiling up at me, he repeats with my other nipple. Caging my head with his arms, Connor sinks into me. He’s in no hurry. His hips rock into me as he kisses his way up my neck until he reaches my lips.
Our mouths mash together. Tongues war, then dance. My arms wrap around his back and trail down his ass. I grip him and pull him into me, holding him still as we kiss. Feeling him buried inside me. Like we are one. Knowing our connection is unbreakable.
It’s everything.
“Ride me, Mae.” His thumbs caress my cheeks. His beard is coated with my juices. His amber eyes bore into my soul.
I nod.
Connor deftly rolls us over, never allowing us to lose our connection. I squeeze my knees against his thighs and undulate my hips to find my rhythm. His thick cock is so deep inside me, where it belongs. I’m so tender and wet, even the slightest movement causes little fires to ignite. I move faster, with more intention. Slamming myself on his cock. Furiously grinding.
He watches me so intently, I shut my eyes because it’s so much. “No, Mae. Look at me when I’m inside you.”
I do as he asks, and his intense look is replaced with utter adoration. Like I am perfect. His goddess. I slide my hands up his chest and he takes over the pace. Gripping my hips and rocking me against him. Thrusting up to meet me. Hitting my inner walls at just the angle that makes me lose my mind.
“Grind yourself on me. Take what you need, my love.” He presses against my lower back, giving me an assist to get the exact level of friction against my clit I need to get off.
I moan, “Connor. Oh God.”
“That’s it, Mae. That’s my sweet girl.” He fucks up into me harder, faster, and I go over the edge, nearly sucking his cock into my body when I come.
Connor rolls us to our sides. “Jaysus, Mae. You’re killing me.” He pulls my leg up over his arm and jackhammers into me so deep it feels like he’s hitting my stomach. He groans and grunts, his face contorted into an expression of pure agony mixed with pleasure. My hands grip his jaw. “Fill me, babe. Let it go.”
With a loud lion’s roar, Connor floods me and collapses, but holds my leg in place so he can stay buried inside me. “You’re incredible.Thatwas incredible.”
We wind our arms around each other until he eventually softens and slips out. Our kisses are gentle. Passionate. Sweet.
“This is the best bed ever,” he mumbles against my neck.