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“God, I love it when you blush for me.” He lowers his head, pushing his face between my legs. “How wet your pussy gets.” He slides two of his fingers inside, pumping them into me, slow and deep, while he runs his tongue along the slick folds of my pussy. Nips me with his teeth. “How every single inch of you is covered in freckles.”
“Ohmygod.” I moan. “Con—” The rest of his name gets lost on a gasp when he sucks my labia into his mouth, licking and nipping at it while his fingers work and rub against the walls of my pussy.
“That I’m the only one who knows all their secret hiding places.” He runs his tongue of the middle of me, licking and sucking me with his mouth, stretching and stroking me with his fingers.
Reaching down, I try to push my fingers through his hair, but he lifts his head, catching my hand in his. “You want to know what I love the most, though?” Still holding my hand, he pushes my fingers past my slick, swollen folds, skimming their tips along the base of his finger, still stroking and pumping inside me. “I love that you think about me when you touch yourself.” He drags my fingers up the length of my wet slit. “That you imagine it’s me between your legs. Fucking you…” He finds my clit. Guides my fingers over it, again and again. “making you come.”
He lets me go but I don’t stop. I can’t stop. I keep touching myself, circling and stroking my engorged clit, pumping my hips against the hard, rough length of his fingers. I can feel it building, an unbearably heavy pressure. A tingling buzz that grazes my skin, bounces and glances off every nerve ending I possess until I’m shaking and strung out, body slicked with sweat, teetering on the edge, so close to falling over, I’m nearly blinded with it.
“Closer.” He says it again, seconds before dragging me off the chair and into his arms, his mouth crashing into mine, a hot, frantic tangle of tongues that’s only part of the puzzle. Only a fraction of what I need.
“More—” I moan it, tearing my mouth away from his, my hands streaking down the length of his torso. “Please, Conner…” I rip down the zipper of his jeans, even and I’m trying to shove them down off his hips. Pushing my hands past their waistband, needing to get him inside me, so bad it’s all I can think about.
As soon I get my hand around his cock, it gives a hard jerk. “Fuck.” The curse comes out loud, a harsh bark that bounces around the room. Next thing I know, I’m on my stomach, rough hands fit around my hips, pulling them off the floor. “Touch yourself for me,” he growls at me, cupping his hands around my ass cheeks to spread me open. As soon as my fingers find my clit, he slams into me, hard and fast.
I come instantly, clenching my teeth around the scream trying to claw itself out of my throat, while spasms wash over me in endless waves, my pussy clenching and releasing around him so hard it almost hurts.
Before it’s even over, he’s lifting me again, turning us both until he’s sitting on the floor, shoulders leaned against the bed and I’m straddling his lap. “Again.” He whispers it against my mouth, his hands falling to my hips to lift me up. “I need you to come again.”
“I can’t,” I whimper, even as I’m raising myself onto my knees, fingers gripping his shoulders to hold myself steady, so he can lower me onto his hard, thick cock.
“I believe in you.” He flashes his dimples, abs flexing and straining as he slides into me, slowly this time. Filling and stretching me until I’m breathless and desperate all over again.
Hands on my hips, he sets a languid rhythm, rocking his hips against mine, lifting and lowering me along the length of him. The slide of his callused thumb soft and slow, stroking my clit so gently, I have to bite my lip to keep from crying out.
“I love you.” He lifts a hand, sliding it into my hair, pulling me closer so he can kiss me, the unhurried sweep his tongue against mine, making me feel like we have all the time in the world.
Like we have forever.