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Then as if he knew of my worries, he kept talking. “I’m scared, because I’ve never felt this way. I’m scared because you make me want to take breaks from my work. You make me want to experience things outside of my career. You make me want to live because everything about you is magic.”
“Connor…”
“You don’t have to say anything, really, Red. I know you just got out of that relationship. I know you are still healing, but I just…I want you. I want you more than I’d ever wanted anything else in this world. I don’t care how long it takes for you to be ready because I’ll be waiting…because this…I want this… I want—”
“You,” I softly said, placing my hands into his. I looked down at our intertwined fingers and looked up at him. “I want you, too. I wanted you to say those words more than you know,” I said. “I thought I was the only one feeling this way.”
“No. I’ve felt this for a while now, but I didn’t want to bring it up. I was scared to bring it up. Shit, I’m still scared, Aaliyah…but I’m more scared of not giving us a real shot.”
“Connor?”
“Yes?”
“Kiss me.”
He did so without any hesitation.
The raindrops kept falling as his mouth fell against mine. He tasted like my favorite fairytales, fill of wonder and love. He kissed me as if he were trying to show me the truth behind his feelings, that they were real. That we were real, something powerful. Something that neither one of us expected to happen.
Or perhaps we did expect it. Maybe we’d known all along, ever since that Halloween night when I decided to try to fall in love with a stranger.
And there I was, two years later, falling, falling, falling.
I kissed him back with the same intensity he gave me. His hands wrapped around me, and I moaned against his mouth as I felt one hand slowly moving across the fabric of the dress resting against my thighs. The clothes were soaked against our skin, showcasing every curve and ever muscle we each had.
I liked how his hands wandered. I liked how his tongue danced with mine. I liked how he touched me. How he kissed me. How he sucked my lips between his.
I loved how he touched me in the rain.
“Tell me to stop, and I will, Red…but I want this…I want you…all of you. If you say stop, I’ll stop. But if you say go…Fuck, Red.” He pressed his forehead against mine and moaned against my lips as he closed his eyes. “Please. Tell me to go.”
My hands fell against his chest. I felt every muscle he had as his gray T-shirt clung to his skin. My lips parted against his, and I whispered, “Go.”
Within seconds, he was undressing me, as I tore at his clothing. We went after one another as if we were seconds away from discovering our full destiny. He lay me down on the ground gently and spread my legs apart from one another. Without a moment’s hesitation, he placed my legs over his shoulders as he leaned down between them. His fingers moved across my lower thighs, and his mouth trailed his fingers, leaving kisses and gentle sucks the entire way. He licked at the raindrops that kept hitting us, sucking them from my bare skin, making the chills intensify every second he grew closer to my core.
He moved in closer, so close that his hot breaths fell against my upper thighs. His mouth stayed in one location as he sucked my sensitive skin between his full lips, shooting a rocket of desire and anticipation throughout my whole system.
“Please,” I begged, knowing exactly where I wanted his mouth to land, knowing what I wanted him to kiss, lick, suck, fuck…
Fuck…
My breaths were uneven, as he found his way to my clit, and he worked at it as if I were his queen and his only duty in life was to bring me to a state of ecstasy. He took my soul to a new level as his mouth made love to my core. His tongue slid against my clit as his fingers worked their way inside me. The motion and speed of his actions intensified as he drank the raindrops intermixed with my own wetness. He tongued me hard, drinking up every sip of nourishment I’d given him. He swallowed me as if I were his source of livelihood. I moaned as my hips pushed up, begging for him to go deeper…to have all of me…to give me all of him.
I wanted him inside of me. I wanted him to push his hardness against my core. I wanted him on top of me, staring down at me as he fucked me like he meant it.
“Purse,” I breathed out, gesturing to the side of me where my purse lay in the rain. “Condom,” I muttered, unable to build up any other words. Luckily, that was enough for him to connect the dots. He rushed to my purse, dug inside, and grabbed the condom.
