“You don’t have to tell me, baby.” He looks up at me from between my legs. “You think I don’t remember the way this pretty little cunt tightens when you’re going to come? The way you jerk your hips and grip my hair? I remember everything.”
He sets his mouth back on me, sucking on my clit as he curls his fingers inside me to hit that one spot which makes me see stars. I cry out, coming in a rush, back arching off the floor as I squeeze my legs around him. Connor doesn’t move. He continues to lick and suck so that one orgasm rolls into two.
I sob out his name. Connor kisses and sucks on the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and I know without looking that he’s leaving marks on me.
I try to pull him up by his hair and he grabs my hand.
“Not yet, baby girl. You need to come at least one more time before you’re soft enough to take me,” he says.
“I hate it when you’re considerate,” I say, throwing an arm over my eyes.
“I’m sure the multiple orgasms are terrible,” he quips, lightly biting my clit. My hips buck up towards his mouth and he laughs. It doesn’t take long before I’m crying out again, coming with a ferociousness that makes me breathless.
Connor rears up to kiss me and I moan at the taste of myself on his mouth.
“See how good we taste together?” He whispers.
“I need you, Connor.” I push at his boxer briefs, which he’s still wearing for some reason. Reaching between us, I wrap a hand around his rigid length and oh, fuck. I forgot how big and thick he is. This is why I need to come at least three times before he can fuck me.
Connor’s head drops to my shoulder and he shudders as I continue to play with him.
“You’re going to make me come before I can fuck you,” he says with a groan.
With a heavy, disappointed sigh, I release him. “We can’t have you coming so soon. It’ll be hours before you’re ready to go again, at your advanced age.”
Connor’s head pops up and he glares at me. “That’s not funny, hellion. I think you can remember being fucked to within an inch of your life and not being able to walk properly the next day.”
“A year and a half ago, when you were younger,” I say.
“Seems like you need to be reminded of what it was like between us,” Connor says.
The head of his cock notches at my entrance and with one swift motion, he pushes in. I gasp, clinging to him, my hands splayed on his back, the full weight of his body resting on top of me. Something inside me breaks and heals at the same time.
I missed this, being connected to him this way.
Connor’s eyes connect with me and I see the same emotions dancing in his eyes. The feel of him inside me is like nothing else I’ve ever experienced.
“Fuck, baby girl. You feel so good.”
He puts an arm behind my knee, spreading me wider for him andoh my god, he’s so deep I’m going to feel him for days.
“Fuck, how I’ve missed you,” Connor whispers. “I’ve regretted every moment of the last year and a half and I’ll do anything to make it better. I want to keep fucking you, just like this. Fill you up until there’s no room for my cock and then lick you clean only to fill you up again. Over.”
Thrust.
“And over.”
Thrust.
“And over.”
Thrust.
“Until I’m the only thing you remember.”
The drag and push of his cock makes my eyes roll back into my head. I’m going to have a rug burn tomorrow with the force of his thrusts but I don’t care. I don’t care about anything other than Connor fucking me, my nails dragging down his back, marking him as mine the same way he’s marking me as his.
“Yes,” I hiss, when he hits a particularly good angle.
