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Sandra stared, entranced, at his golden head as it lay against her breast. He nuzzled her almost painfully before his hands came up, squeezed her rounded flesh roughly, and his teeth bit a little less gently at her nipples.
She longed to touch him, to feel his hard body, the smooth skin that covered his muscles, below her fingertips. She reached for him but his hands caught hers and held them down to her side.
A long and agonizing moment passed. Connor was strong, she had known that, but she had not really known just how strong until he caught her up in his arms and carried her over to the bed that dominated the hotel room.
Her back hit the mattress and the air left her lungs in a harsh exhale that made her slightly dizzy, even as the orgasm that had been close to flooding through her for so long, now drew even closer.
Sandra had never been so turned on, her nipples poked up at the ceiling, her legs lay spread and open, her pussy, slicked and slippery with heated oil, was exposed to Connor’s hot gaze and she liked—no, loved—the feelings that he was creating within her at that moment.
“Put your hands behind your head and leave them there, do not move them or I will stop immediately.”
Her palms left sweaty trails in her dark hair, her fingers trembled and her toes curled as his fingers caressed her body again, his lips grazed the skin below her navel and then his mouth moved lower. He paused and said, “Do not move at all, not one inch or a single finger, do you understand me?”
“Yes,” Sandra gasped. Instantly her body rebelled, her hips rose as his tongue licked across her labia and then her swollen clit.
Connor had not been joking it seemed. He stopped cold. Her cry of protest was lost in his stern remonstration. He returned to her pussy. Sandra had never realized how much movement she had had until that moment, forced to remain immobile she understood exactly how pleasurable arching her ass up, tilting her pelvis or using her fingers to hold his head to her center would have been.
The slow throbbing in her belly had grown to an intense, demanding ache that could no longer be denied. Her toes curled again, she straightened them, hoping like hell that he had not noticed.
The muscles of her inner thighs tightened painfully and her teeth grit together as his fingers slid deeply inside of her, delving into her wet slit and loosening her walls. The urge to beg for release was nearly irresistible; she would have if she had not been so afraid he would halt the torment once more, permanently this time.
“Now you are behaving.” Connor’s amused voice was carried on a warm breath that ran across her wetness, made her nipples tighten, and caused her to literally whimper.
His fingers moved inside her, stroking and pumping. Friction bloomed and heat blossomed into a fully opened flower of lust. Her mouth hung open in a slack O as her walls quivered around his fingers and her clit swelled and hardened even more under the pressure of his tongue. She was certain she would die from it all, that he would never take any pity at all on her, that he would leave her there suspended on the precipice forever just to do it.
Her fingers itched to rub her nipples, to touch the sleek locks of his hair and to feel the muscles of his jaw moving as his mouth brought her to an even higher pitch of feverish excitement. She had to press her head down on her hands so forcefully that they literally ached from the force required to keep them where he had ordered them to remain.
“I think you may have earned the right to come after all.” Those words shot through her as her body almost instantly began to reply. It responded by surging up toward him but he pushed her down again, his breath blowing against her belly then her breasts as he moved into position between her outstretched legs.
The sound of his zipper coming down was very loud. Her eyes closed and then opened again. Her breath held as his fingers slid the condom down the heav
y length of his shaft, so slowly that she feared she would yell at him to just do it already, dammit.
The head of his prick rubbed against the thick oils gathered on her opened folds then he was inside her, driving deep and hard. Her ass clenched with the effort to lie still, to obey his command but it was harder than it had been before, pleasure crashed through her body in long waves.
“Come right now,” Connor ordered.
Sandra did not have to be told again. Her pussy squeezed down, holding his cock tightly within her walls as they opened and closed. Cries exploded from her throat and her mouth hung open, wrenched open by the force of those cries.
She felt his orgasm; his cock pulsed and twitched inside her. His fingers curled into the flesh at the top of her shoulder blades and his teeth nipped at her ear yet again. The ecstasy slowly subsided, replaced by a floating golden languor that left her limp and weak.
Connor rolled away from her, his trim body gleaming with sheen of sweat in the low light from the bedside lamp. Sandra rolled onto her side, studying his face. He was almost a stranger and yet they had just shared some very intimate things, she was not sure what to do now though—throw him out of her room, offer him a drink from the minibar, or just curl up and pretend to be asleep and let him work it all out for himself.
To her relief, and regret, he announced, “I have to go. I am teaching at nine and it has been a late night.”
Her eyes darted to the bedside clock. It was after two and the fatigue she had been fighting earlier in the day came back in, swamping her body with exhaustion. “I have a lot to do tomorrow too,” as soon as the words left her mouth she blushed. It sounded so lame, two people making excuses for why they no longer wanted to spend time together.
He slid his zipper closed. He had never even gotten undressed, that realization made her face heat all over again. He slid out of her room soundlessly, the door opened shortly to allow in a sickly shaft of light from the hallway and then he was gone.
Sandra lay in the darkness, wondering just what she was going to say to him if she saw him tomorrow.
**
It was a mistake, but not one I would take back.
The thought followed Connor as he made his way down the hallway. The long corridor was dim, from behind the doors he could hear the sounds of people sleeping or fucking or fighting. His eyes felt gritty and the taste of the Scotch he had drank earlier had soured on his tongue but the sweetness he had licked from her body covered that just enough.
His own room sat at the end of the hallway on the floor below hers, he opened the door and went in, not bothering with the lights. He shucked his clothes off, dropping them on the floor carelessly. He lay down on the bed and put his hands behind his head, staring up at the ceiling as he puffed on one of the very expensive cigars a fan had given him earlier in the evening.
