Page 91 of Connectio

I climax so powerfully my back bows and leaves the mattress, my pussy clenching, my toes curling. Heat flushes my face, chest, and fingertips, and I’m about ready to incinerate when he places his palm on my tummy and gently holds me down, letting me ride the wave of pleasure until I gain my breath and prop myself up on my elbows.

“Wow! That was…. I mean, I haven’t done that in a long t—”

Will crawls up my body, his lips glistening, his eyes gleaming, then leans over the bed, takes out a condom from his bedside table, and rolls it onto his cock, his movements smooth and confident. He makes me want to touch myself… in front of him, which is mind-boggling, considering I don’t like to touch myself in front of me, let alone anyone else.

I tug on my lip; it’s strangely erotic.

Will’s eyes flare before he clasps my ankles and drags me to him, my knees bent, my legs spread wide. Positioning the tip of his cock, he slides it through my wetness before pushing inside me, one glorious inch at a time.

I moan, long, low, languorously.

“You okay?” he asks, his voice tense.

“Uh-hm,” I mumble, unable to articulate words.

Will glides his hands over my stomach and cups my breasts, his hips gyrating, his soft but calloused fingers delightful as they knead my skin. I move with him, in rhythm, rocking and breathing as if we’re one.

A bead of sweat slides from his temple, down his cheek, and onto the muscles straining in his neck. It’s sexy as hell, and I have the strange urge to lick him, so I lift myself up and straddle his knees.

Using his shoulder for balance, I wrap my hand around the back of his head and lean in, swiping my tongue up his neck, over his cheek, until I’m tasting his mouth once again.

“Fuck, Elizabeth.” He pistons into me faster and deeper, and I bounce against his lap, the sound of skin slapping skin a rhythmic beat filling the room.

“Yes!” I cry out, kissing him harder, my breasts pressing his chest as I hug him to my body.

He glides his hands up my back and rests them on my shoulders, holding me down as he thrusts deep, long, and full. My core pulls tight, my head near exploding as pleasure once again ripples through me.

Will hardens and grunts, guttural and raw, and I throw my head back and cry out his name before my body falls limp against him.

I can’t move.

I can’t think.

He chuckles. “Did I break you?”

“Yes, I think so.”

Trailing his lips down my neck and across my collarbone, he slides out of me, lies down, and pulls me to him, hugging me to his chest until we both fall asleep.

* * *

My eyes spring open,and for the smallest of seconds, I forget where I am and who I’m draped across, naked, until the scent and feel of his skin beneath mine triggers every vivid memory.

Blinking, I take in his room. Wood panelling halfway up fog-grey walls. Charcoal-coloured dresser topped with aftershave. A pair of drumsticks and an expensive-looking watch. And a chair in the corner, covered in worn clothing. I smile then bite the inside of my cheek, my finger tracing the pattern tattooed to his arm. Need once again pools between my legs as flashes of Will’s impressive, virile body pistoning into mine surges to the forefront of my memory.

“Mm,” he garbles.

I tilt my head to look up at him, and he peeps one eye open.

“You ready to go again, sweetheart?”

Crawling on top of him, I lick from one nipple to the other before venturing toward his abdomen until I’m sucking the silky-smooth crown of his cock.

He groans, harsh like gravel.

I consume as much of him as I can and work his shaft with my hand, pumping as I lick, suck, and tease him. Sucking cock has never really interested me. It cramps my jaw and makes me gag, and there’s nothing pleasurable about that. Strangely enough, I’m enjoying Will. His cock is rather pleasant in taste and texture, and although it’s bigger than any I’ve sucked before, it’s neither daunting nor boring.

I’m a happy Libby. A happy lip-locked Libby.