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“Nothing’s going to happen,” he assures me, leaning back so he can see my face. “We may have to lie low for a while, especially until Vivian returns, but we’ll figure it all out. Leave everything to me, okay?”
I nod, trusting in him, needing to believe it’ll all turn out as he kisses me again, the fire between us burning hot, my body unresisting this time as he slips in, giving me a minute to adjust to his size until he’s fully inside me.
“You okay?” He sucks in a breath, holding himself back until I tell him otherwise.
I clench my inner muscles, the rapture that briefly crosses his face making me smile. “I’m ready for you.”
He nods, drawing out slowly and back in, the movement gradually quickening as he works us both up. My thighs widen to make more room for him, his hips shifting to sink a little deeper, both of us groaning as he hits a spot that makes my toes curl.
My God, does he have any idea how sexy he is right now making those noises low in my ear like that? Would it be weird if I asked him to do that all the time?
I tug his head down to kiss me, his lips moving masterfully over mine, that ball of desire deep within my belly growing hotter, wanting release again.
“Faster,” I murmur, the way I’ve said to him before, needing everything he has to give me.
He quickens his thrusts, gripping my hip for leverage, the blue of his eyes burning bright as he leans back to watch me. “You like it when I fuck you hard?”
Excitement races through me at his dirty words. “Yes.”
“Tell me you like it.”
I change the angle of my hips, increasing the friction on my still sensitive clit. “I love it when you fuck me hard, Connor.”
“Oh, God.” He groans again, the sound once more sending a rush of arousal through me. “More. Tell me more.”
So he likes me talking dirty too? “I love it when you eat me out. Seeing your face between my thighs is insanely hot.”
His breaths get choppier, concentration stealing over him as he pumps in and out even faster.
“And I love it when you suck and play with my nipples. You know exactly what to do to get me going.”
His eyes squeeze shut, bracing his hands on either side of my head on the mattress. “What else?”
“I love when you finger me. You make my pussy so wet sliding in and out of me like that.”
I reach up and cup his face, my heart swelling at the way he instinctively leans into my touch. “And I love you, Connor. So much it hurts to think about.” In more ways than he knows.
That’s the one that seems to do the trick, his hips going jerky as he comes, groaning low, goosebumps prickling over me at the need in his voice.
He kisses me feverishly afterward, withdrawing only to replace his cock with two fingers. “Will you come again for me?” he asks silkily, my hips arching off the bed with how good it feels. “Your pussy’s so wet. I know you’re close.”
He bends his head down, finding my nipple and sucking roughly, the action hurtling me toward the edge.
I grip his hair, keeping him there as I fall, moaning his name, wishing this could last forever. That the real world wouldn’t come back just yet. The two of us could stay in this private bubble, unaffected by our circumstances, our expectations, what others demand us to be.
Wishing that the love we confessed to one another would make the other issues go away instead of complicating them further.
His kiss brings me back to the present, and I take a moment to fully savor it. The pressure of his lips. His warm, minty breath. The way he cradles my jaw, sweeping a thumb over my cheek.
“I love you,” he whispers, waves of emotion running through me at his simple words.
Comfort.
Acceptance.
Guilt.
No, no guilt allowed tonight. Not after what we just shared.