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Looking over the frames at me, his shining brown eyes move down my body as he scans me with an air of someone who’s appreciating their latest acquisition.
It doesn’t bother me at all though. I feel self-conscious in my mind every two seconds, but whenever Conor looks at me, I almost want to show him everything.
I want him to show me everything too.
“Where’d you go?” I ask, feeling myself pouting. Hoping I don’t sound too juvenile for him.
“You snored so loud, I figured I’d just get up and do some work,” he quips jokingly, looking down to Valentine for back up.
“Just kidding,” he adds quietly once he sees my face fall.
I do snore sometimes, and I hope I didn’t do anything else in my sleep to really put him off.
“C’mere,” he whispers, holding one of his arms out, opening his legs, and wrapping me in himself. I can see where the robe I was wearing went, and before long I can feel the familiar firmness of his arousal against my belly.
Against my chest really, he’s perched up so high and making me feel so small.
I open the blanket covering me just enough so my chest falls out, fingering his robe to release his stiff cock which instantly finds a space between my breasts.
He lets out such a sound, groaning a deep moan that I feel vibrating all the way down to his fat dick, compelling me to squeeze my chest together and move it up and down over his hot organ.
His robe falls open all the way, and both his hands grip my shoulders. His head tilts back and I can already feel the slipperiness of his precome as it starts to run freely from his hardness.
I gasp watching it, wanting him to come all over me. To feel his dick twitch between my tits, but his tone makes me slow down before I have to stop.
“Rachel,” he demands softly, taking my face in one of his hands.
“I only want this to come inside you,” he explains calmly. “The first time, when I claim you, I have to fill you with my seed. I can’t waste a drop anywhere else,” he says, suddenly sucking in a breath as I get half my wish.
I feel his hardness twitch and jerk between my girls all on its own. His jaw clenches and I can see he’s making every effort not to climax.
“Sorry,” I whisper, glad when he smiles, running his hand through my hair.
“Don’t be,” he smiles. “I thought coffee was the best way to start the day. You just convinced me otherwise.”
I wonder if he’ll ever let me do everything I want, the things I automatically feel like doing to explore his body and how a man works down there.
“There’s plenty of time for everything else,” he explains again, reading my thought.
“I just want my first time with you to count, it has to be special. I have to come inside you for that.”
He kisses me gently and holds me close, wrapping his robe around me, and asks me how I slept.
“Fine, I guess,” I lie, annoyed that I have to pretend I’m not so worried about my dad.
“I was gonna move you to the bedroom, but you looked so peaceful,” he says tenderly, kissing the top of my head.
I can see what he’s working on and want to ask a ton of questions, but think better of it.
“How about some coffee?” I ask instead, meaning I can fix it while he works.
“Sure,” he says, sliding off his stool and stretching a little, my favorite part of him jutting out like a fifth limb.
“I can get it,” I say, but he shakes his head.
“Go back to the couch, or take a seat here,” he says. “It’ll only take me a minute, I brewed a pot when I got up earlier.”
I decide to take the huge leather chair next to where Valentine’s lying, dozing again, his eyes rapidly dancing under his lids.
“Be right back,” Conor adds and creeps out so as not to wake his dog.
My eyes move from Valentine to Conor’s behind, to the pictures on the walls before they finally rest on a phone on a desk opposite.
The digital clock on the same desk tells me it’s six ten a.m.
My dad should be awake.
I could just call him quickly. Let him know I’m okay at least. Then I could have at least a few hours with Conor to try and decide what to do next.
I never did get to charge my own phone either. No charger here that I can see.
I know Conor won’t mind. Probably even expects me to call my dad.
In a few seconds, I’ve shimmied past Valentine quietly and sat down at Conor’s big oak desk, and dialed home.
My dad picks up on the first ring.
“Rachel?” he gasps, and I can tell he’s been up all night. Been crying too.
