Page 97 of That Fake Feeling

Connorrests his warm lips against the back of my shoulder and lazily drags his fingers up the outside of my thigh.

Thetingle that runs down my spine collides with the one running up my leg asIlean back into him.

“Goodmorning, love pumpkin,” he whispers in a gravelly, barely awake voice.

Hishand continues its sleepy, sexy journey up my side and brushes the curve of my breast.Goosebumpserupt in the wake of his fingers and send a shiver to my core, instantly making me wet and needy.

Ireach behind me and stroke his firm thigh.Hemoans quietly and shifts closer, his hot hardness nestling against my butt.It’snot that long ago thatIfirst felt him against my behind through tuxedo pants and the sparkly red devil dress as we secretly dry-humped in front of the photographer and his crew.It’severy bit as good now asIimagined it would be then.AndI’mnot running away this time.

Hecups my breast and massages it as his lips slowly dot shiver-inducing kisses up the back of my neck.

Istart to roll over to face him, but he holds me in place.

“Staythere,” he breathes against my shoulder.

Hiswords make my insides tremble.I’mnot sure about that.Notsure about following instructions.Andnot sure about staying with my back to him.I’venever enjoyed sex from behind.It’stoo controlling, makes me feel like it’s being donetome rather thanI’mparticipating, makes me too vulnerable.

ButasConnor’sthumb brushes my nipple, the darkness behind my eyelids fills with stars.Mybody curls into his hand, my butt presses back against him, andIturn my face into the pillow with a breathy groan.

Idig my fingers into his ass and pull him against me.

“You’reso warm and soft and delicious,” he whispers.

Hetweaks and teases my nipple as his lips make their way from my shoulder to my neck and he rocks lazily against me.

Myclit aches for his touch, my entrance slick and desperate for him to be inside me, craving the closenessI’veshunned all these years, the closeness thatConnorhas taught me can change everything.

Iresist the urge to turn around.Instead,Islide my hand between us, finding a spot on my lower back that’s damp from precum, and take firm hold ofConnor’sdick.Allthe air leaves his lungs as he pushes into my fist.

Hereleases my breast and slips his hand over my belly and down between my legs.Ipart them slightly, desperate to let him in, and his fingers instantly find my soaking entrance.Hismiddle finger makes slow, tantalizing circles in time with the rhythm of him thrusting into my hand.

“Ilove how dripping wet you are,” he breathes.

Hesucks and nibbles the side of my neck, as his fingers slide lower and plunge inside me.

AsoundI’venever heard before flies from my mouth.Whatis this man doing to me?Howis it possible to feel this good and want someone this much?

Ishift my hand to cup his hardness against my butt cheek.

Herocks back and forth as his finger thrusts in and out of me and his thumb finds my clit.

Airhitches in my chest asIclutch the pillow.

JustasI’msure we’re about to come right here, me on his fingers, him on my ass, his hot breath whispers in my ear.

“Waita second.Anddon’t move a muscle.”

Hisfingers slide out of me, leaving me empty, throbbing, and desperate.

Herolls onto his back behind me, his dick falling from my hand.Myback misses the heat of him pressed against it, and every inch of my skin hums with the need for his touch.

Nolonger held in his arms,I’mfree to turn over to face him, to insist he looks into my eyes as he enters me.Butinstead,Ido as he asks, and stay exactly whereIam.

“It’shard not to move whenI’mdesperate to jump on you,”Isay into the pillow.

There’sa sound of tearing foil as he chuckles. “Onlytwo more seconds.”

Andthen he’s back, reaching around for my breast, thumb circling my nipple.Hissheathed cock is between my legs, slipping back and forth against my wetness.Hismouth is on my neck again, sucking and licking.