“That’s it, baby,” he murmured against me. Circular motions, faster and faster.
“Connor!” I screamed.
My body stiffened, hips off the ground, eyes closed as wave after wave shot through me. “Oh, God. Oh, my God.”
The orgasm was nothing I’d ever experienced before. Long and hard, pulsing over and over again until I collapsed in a pool of sated bliss.
He moved up my body as I lay completely spent and then his mouth was on mine and I tasted myself on his lips. It was slow and sweet, my lips still throbbing from his earlier kiss.
Connor was attentive, sweet and demanding and there was no question he knew how to kiss a woman.
His mouth lifted from mine and he put the condom package up to it. He placed the edge between my teeth and I ripped it open. Then he lifted and I saw he already had his pants off. When did he take his pants off?
I gawked at his thick, hard cock that jutted out from his body. God, it was beautiful. I never thought a cock could be beautiful, not that I’d seen many, actually only one, but he kept the area trimmed and it gave me a good view of his cock and his balls.
Jesus. I never wanted a man so desperately inside me as I did now. I’d had sex a few times with a guy I’d dated last year. But the sex had been groping and awkward, both of us fumbling.
Connor did not fumble or grope. He owned.
I took the condom from him and wrapped my opposite hand around his cock.
His eyes closed. “Alina,” he murmured. “You’re killing me.”
I smiled, loving that I did that to him. Slowly, I rolled the condom over the length of him. I didn’t know which gave me more pleasure, looking at his cock or the expression on his face, head tilted back, neck muscles strained, eyes closed and features tight as if he were in pain.
I saw when he lost it. The moment he wasn’t waiting any longer.
His jaw got tight, eyes opened and he glared, but not with anger; it was with fierce desire. He grabbed my thigh and hitched it up on his hip. I raised the other one to match then he slid his cock up and down, my wetness clinging to the length of him.
“Can’t do this any other way, Alina. Need you hard and fast.”
I nodded, breathless. “Okay.”
“Next time we’ll go slow. I want that, too.”
I chewed my lip. I liked the sound of there being a next time. “Okay.” I slid my palms over his shoulders, down his back and urged him closer. “I want to come again.” Because that was the best feeling in the world and I wanted him inside me when it happened.
He grinned. “Oh, baby. There’s no question you’re coming again.”
Then he pushed inside me and I gasped at his thickness.
“So fuckin’ tight.”
He tilted his hips, pushed all the way in, and groaned. The sound was raw and primal. His eyes blazed before his mouth crashed into mine.
Awakening.
It was an awakening of my body. I didn’t know if he felt it, too, probably not, but for me it awakened something inside me. Like it lived and breathed with all these new emotions.
It was a free fall as he thrust inside me. Not knowing where I’d land. If I’d survive. But nothing mattered except the beauty in the fall.
There was no hesitation in Connor; he had sex like he lived… without rules. I was on my back, stomach, knees, then in his lap as he continued to fuck me, hands bunched in my hair, on my breasts, hips, everywhere.
Now I was on top of him, rocking my hips while he suckled my nipples, his teeth nipping then tongue soothing. “Connor,” I moaned.
He grabbed me by the hips then flipped me over so he was on top again. “Fuck, Alina. Fuck. Can’t wait any longer. You close, baby?”
I nodded. “Yeah.”
He moved, deep and slow. But that didn’t last and before long he was pumping wildly into me, one hand above my head to give him balance while the other reached between us and circled my clit, quick and matching the rhythm of his thrusts.
“Fuuucckk,” he growled.
“Oh, God. Oh, God!” I screamed as I came at the same time, my body jerking and contracting as wave after wave tore through me.
“Jesus,” he whispered next to my ear. He dropped his head to kiss my shoulder. “Jesus.”
I stroked my palms down his back and his cock twitched inside me. “Yeah,” I whispered.
He lifted his head and his eyes met mine, searching. For what I didn’t know, but his brows lowered and it looked as if something was bothering him.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my hand moving up his back to cup his neck. But I had a feeling what might be bothering him, because what just happened was special. It was more than I thought either of us expected.