揑抦 perfect.?
Connor braces his weight on his hands beside my head.
揧ou are, Violet. You抮e so perfect.?
He leans down and kisses my breasts, my neck, before taking my mouth in a tongue twining, lips sucking, head spinning kiss that never ends.
And then he rides me梤ocking his hips forward and back, surging in and out in a practiced, steady rhythm. He fucks me deep, his cock rubbing against my clitoris with every perfect stroke.
It抯 constant and miraculous and catches me off-guard with how quickly an orgasm begins to build. I抦 not a fast comer桰 don抰 really know how I compare to other women梑ut it usually takes me enough time to get there that I start to worry if it抯 taking too long.
But not now, not here, not with him.
The cresting pleasure swells higher and higher with every thrust. The room fills with the sounds of our moans and heavy breaths. And then, when Connor抯 deepest inside me and his pelvis presses up against me, he drags his hips in a tight, slow circle.
Over and over, round and round.
And boom.
I go off like a rocket to Mars. Soaring, shooting, bliss sends me flying fast and high, making my muscles go tight and lights swirl behind my closed eyelids.
And I want to tell Connor how good it is. That it抯 never been like this. I want to tell him he抯 amazing, and a god, and, yes, maybe even that I love him.
But it抯 so intense, the sensations wrack through me so hard, words aren抰 possible. Breath-catching gasps and high-pitched whimpers are the only sounds I抦 capable of as I shudder in his arms.
But even without the words, Connor seems to know that too.
He stays buried inside me, not moving, making love to my lips with his mouth as I come back down to earth. Then he pulls out and turns me on my side梥ettling in behind me梙is chest warm against my back and his wet cock sliding between the cleft of my ass.
He nuzzles my nape with his lips, peppering my skin with kisses. And then he抯 touching me everywhere梐nd from this position there抯 nowhere he can抰 reach.
He palms my breasts and pinches my nipples, he sucks at my earlobe and licks my neck. His hand slides down my stomach, between my thighs, and his fingers spread my outer lips so he can rub my clit slow and soft.
And the bliss starts building all over again.
There抯 a distinct possibility I won抰 make it out of this alive. Death by orgasm . . . what a way to go.
Connor lifts my top leg, bringing my knee to my chest梐nd he nudges my opening with the head of his cock, before pushing back in.
His groan is gorgeous gravel in my ear. And I抦 clenching him again, loving the feel of him inside, wanting him to stay right there forever.
The heat of his chest leaves my back as he leans away behind me梘aining the leverage to thrust deeper, harder梖aster梙is big hands holding me still as his hips snap up against me.
My awareness fades梐ll of my focus settling on where Connor moves in and out of me. Frantic words seep from my throat梱es, and God, and please, please, please.
Then he抯 back against me again, his arms a tight band around me, his thrusts losing their rhythm梩urning uneven and wild. He takes my hand and presses it between my legs, rubbing myself with my fingers.
揊uck, fuck . . . ?he grinds out behind me. 揤iolet . . . ?
I cross the orgasm point of no return and push back against him, coming and moaning and reaching back to dig my nails into the hard bulge of his thigh.
The grip of his fingers bite into my hips and the hiss of his breath heats my shoulder as a low growl rumbles through his chest. I feel Connor抯 cock twitch inside me, jerking in time with his groans.
I抳e never really been into semen. Swallowing it or rubbing it in various places梚t抯 always just been one of the messy parts of sex.
But I want to taste him on my tongue. Swallow him. I want to feel his come on me, in me, trickling out of me梐nything he wants. Everything he wants.
I go boneless on the bed, my nose pressing into the sheet, breathing in the scent of sex and cotton. Connor kisses my shoulder softly and withdraws. The bed jostles as he climbs out of it and I force my eyes open to watch as he walks across the room to the bathroom. His ass is a firm, perfect work of art in the silver light shining from the window.
He抯 wonderfully still semi-hard when he walks back in, wearing a grin on his lips that抯 both savage and satiated. I roll to my back and he glides on top of me, cradling my head in his hands, kissing and nibbling my mouth languidly.
And we stay just like that, for I don抰 know how long. There are no words or conversation梠nly kisses and touches, deep gazes and twining together.
Eventually, things heat up again梬hat with him naked between my spread legs and all. Connor has a second condom in his wallet that we put to excellent use.
It抯 slower the second time, gentler and longer梐nd somehow even more intense.
After Connor takes care of condom number two, we lie in bed facing each other, exhausted, spent, and satisfied梞y leg hitched over his hip and his hands holding my ass like a security blanket.
If I was thinking clearly, if my mind wasn抰 clouded by all the orgasms, I might be concerned by how deeply I feel for him. How ruined I am already.
But I抦 too resplendently content. Too happy. Joy takes up all the air in the room; there抯 nothing left for worry.
So instead, I sleep.
We both do.
*
It抯 sunny when my eyes creak open. Still early, probably before 7 a.m., but late enough that there抯 a robin on my bedroom windowsill pecking at his reflection in the glass.
I breathe deep and stretch梐 little stiff梥ore in all the good places.
I fully intend to make a sneaky dash for the bathroom to brush my teeth and untangle my hair, but first . . . I want to know what Connor Daniels looks like when he抯 asleep.
Is he a boyish, peaceful slumberer? Is he a devilish sleep-smirker in the midst of a stupendously dirty dream? I hope so.
I want to memorize Connor抯 sleep face. Sketch it in my mind so I can transform it into poetry later.
So I roll over in his direction. And blink.
Because the bed is empty beside me.
Connor is gone.
CHAPTER NINE
Connor
揂nd then I left.?
I抦 smiling as I give the D.U.H. group an update on the latest developments between me and Violet the next day. Well, the G-rated version of the updates梑ecause only scumbags kiss and tell.
I haven抰 stopped smiling since I left her house. Literally. It might be an undiscovered medical condition梥ome kind of Joker syndrome, an overdose of endorphins梐nd if it is, I don抰 care. I抦 just that fucking happy.
The other members of D.U.H. look at me like I抦 an alien.
An asshole alien.
揥hat do you mean, you left??Stewart asks.
揕ike . . . you left to get her bagels??Lou guesses.
揧ou left her a heartfelt note thanking her for a beautiful night and telling her you can抰 wait to see her again??Tikki hopes.
揧ou left to buy her coffee and pick her flowers from the neighbor抯 yard??Maria tries.
揘ope, I just left. I got out of her way條et her get on with her morning.?
And they still look confused.
揥hat was in your mind when you made that decision??Dr. Laura asks.
揥ell . . . I抦 into Violet in a big way梥o I have to play this just right. I can抰 be stupid. I don抰 want to scare her away. And she抯 young.?
揌ow young??Karen asks.
揟hirty.?
Lou shakes his head, 揟hirty ain抰 that young.?
揑t抯 young enough to have a whole different outlook. Girls like her don抰 want some old dude who抯 clingy. They want freedom, they want to do their own thing with a man who抯 capable of doing his own thing. Sex is the first step. I read that in a dating book梒ompatibility is huge. If you抮e not good together on the screwing front, there抯 no point in going forward. That抯 how thirty-year-olds think. And our sex was fucking earthshattering, so we抳e passed the first hurdle. Now I need to back off and show her I抦 not going to smother her. That抯 how this works.?