“Please, Connor,” she begged, as he ran his hands beneath the soft fabric to cup her breasts. He began to knead them gently, playing with their weight, running his thumbs over her nipples.
Connor slid the T-shirt over her head and, just as quickly, slid her sweatpants down her legs, helping her slip each foot free. When she stood before him in her underwear, hands on the counter behind her, dusky pink nipples just waiting for his lips, his dick pulsed. The woman had him wound up tight.
He picked her up, savoring the feel of her nearly naked body in his arms, as she wrapped her legs around him. Kiss after kiss was planted behind his ear and down his neck. The sensation drove him as wild as it tickled.
“Bedroom?” he asked.
“Second left off the hall.”
Connor kicked the door open to her bedroom and laid her down on the bed before switching on the small lamp next to the bed. The room was cast in a warm glow as Emerson wiggled back on the soft white bedding.
She watched him through hooded eyes as he removed the shirt she’d already unbuttoned, as he unfastened his jeans and slid off his shoes.
Wearing only his boxer briefs, he climbed onto the bed, bracing his weight over Emerson, before bowing his head to kiss her. Knowing they were both on the same page as to where this was headed, he kissed her as he’d wanted to at the distillery.
Passionately. Messily. Desperately.
Emerson responded. Her tongue searching for his, her hand threading through his hair and the other tracing the contour of his back, pulling him closer to her. When he settled between her legs, they both groaned.
Seriously, was there a better feeling than skin pressed up against skin?
Connor savored kissing her, the way her body fit against his, and the way they moved in sync. He moved down her body, kissing her collarbone, her shoulder. He indulged himself, licking the tip of her nipples before blowing on them as they reached firm peaks.
He sucked one into his mouth, absorbing the way her body arched against his as she gripped the bedsheet with one hand. Emerson was so responsive, and he couldn’t get enough.
He kissed her hip bone, nipping it gently with his teeth, before sliding his fingers beneath the waistband of her underwear.
Slowly, he stood and slid them over her hips, down her smooth long legs, and when done, he removed his boxer briefs.
“You’re quite the fucking view, Emerson,” he said. Her chest rose up and down as if she were already breathless.
Emerson’s eyes tracked a lazy trail down his chest, focusing for a moment on his dick. And damn, if she didn’t flick her tongue across her lip. “Impressive is the word I might have chosen.”
“Yes, you are.” His finger traced the seam of her pussy, finding it delightfully wet.
“I meant you, Connor,” she gasped.
“I know.” Bending forward, he pressed a kiss to her clit, and then, using his tongue, set out to demolish Emerson Dyer.
Emerson groaned as his tongue ravaged the deepest parts of her. One moment, he’d circle her clit, teasing her until she grabbed his hair, holding him where she needed him. Then he’d slide his tongue inside her, slowly easing in, then out.
The pace confused her and set her on edge, heightening the anticipation.
When he returned to his knees, she groaned. Hovering on the edge of orgasm, she needed more. She looked up at his body, his muscles were taut. The discipline he had to look so utterly perfect was apparent in their sinuous movement.
“The first time you come, Emerson, will be around my cock,” Connor said gruffly. “But that doesn’t mean I’m done playing with you. Yet.” He stroked her gently with his finger. Far less pressure than she needed to get off, but enough to keep her close. “How does that feel?”
Connor must know she was writhing beneath him. How could he not see the effect he was having on her? She reached for him, pulling him back down on top of her. He pressed against her, so hard. So firm.
“How does it feel?” she repeated. She kissed him, nipping at his lip. “Do you really need me to tell you what you’re doing to my body? How ready it feels for you? How much I want you in me?”
Sliding her hand between them, she gripped him. Lord, he was so wide.
Connor groaned. “Fuck, Emerson.”
He was hot and firm to the touch, and she could feel the steady beat of his pulse. The idea that he was about to slide into her, stretch her and fill her, caused her clit to throb.
His hands traced every inch of her body, and for a moment, Emerson understood what it was to feel thoroughly desired by the man she was with. The idea that he had driven to her home because he was concerned about her, that he hadn’t planned a booty call or intended to stay added to the need she felt for him. The promise she’d made to talk to him scared her slightly, but at the same time fueled the feeling inside her that she wasn’t alone. That he would be there for her no matter what difficulty she was in.
His kiss took her out of her head. His touch took her out of her body. She was at the heady precipice of coming apart.
“Are you ready for me, Emerson?” Connor asked. She felt the absence of his warmth and solid weight as he pushed himself off the bed in one fluid motion. He grabbed something from his jeans.
Condom.
She had her own, but the fact he was prepared and brought one reassured her he took such things seriously.
Connor rolled the condom on as Emerson watched. The light of the lamp cast shadows on his body, casting the muscles in stark relief. Every part of his body revealed
