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He laughs weakly. “Guess I always thought it was wrong,” he says. “But this doesn’t feel wrong.”
I nod. It really doesn’t, but there’s so much about this that is still so unknown.
“Connor, what’s going to happen tomorrow?” I ask.
He shakes his head once, his eyes so full of love. “I don’t know,” he says. His hand moves up my spine, a strong and possessive touch. “I almost don’t want to know.”
“Me neither.” I smile. “I don’t want to think about the world outside.”
“Me neither.”
“So…” I lick my lips before laying a soft kiss on his. “We just get to be Dana and Connor for a little while longer?”
Connor grins. “Oh, princess…” he teases as he leans against the headboard. “We’re just getting started here.”
“Really?” I ask, instantly intrigued.
“I know of one girl’s fantasy that hasn’t been fulfilled yet.”
He kisses me. My heart flutters, then stops.
“I don’t know,” I say, my cheeks suddenly aflame.
“Why not?”
“I don’t know how…”
“That’s okay.” His whisper seduces me with a kiss. “You can go slow.”
“What if I’m no good?” I ask.
“No one’s good the first time.”
Damn. Good point.
“Come on,” he says, stealing another kiss. “We’ll make it good.”
We. Me and Connor. Connor and me.
So good.
I kiss him back as his arms curl around my body. He pulls me against him, his hardness still a thick presence between us. I shiver, feeling it pressing against my belly, imagining what it’ll feel like to mount him, to ride him, to…
I rise a bit, letting him guide his cock to my entrance. My body stiffens with nerves, but Connor’s playful smile brings me calm. And his hard tip rubbing against my clit again brings shivers to dance along my skin.
“That feels nice,” I say.
“You feel even better.”
He pushes inside, his thick tip taking me by surprise. I gasp with a smile and he laughs, offering me a sweet kiss as he holds me again.
“You’re so cute,” he says.
I lower slightly, taking him, making him groan. “You’re—” I take a breath, “so big.”
He lays his head back and laughs. Whatever response he has goes quiet as I penetrate myself deeper — until I can’t take any more. His hands tighten on my body, fingers digging in hard enough to leave bruises.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
