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Finally, Connor had taken off every single thing she wore except her bra and panties. He leaned back a little and took in the sight of her body, running his fingers lightly over her taut belly and long, elegant legs. Gooseflesh rose everywhere that his fingers had made contact, like little trails left in the wake of his touch.
Her body squirmed in response to him, in a way that was a force of its own. Again, she reflected, that idea of relinquishing control and all the amazing things that were on the other side of it. She felt like a sex goddess when she let her body move the way it wanted to when Connor touched her. It was nothing she could’ve achieved if she’d been trying…it just was. All she had to do was get out of the way.
She reached up and ran her hands up and down his arms, willing him to come closer. The ache that had been growing deep in her belly had nearly reached a breaking point. She had to feel him pressed against her, skin to skin. She couldn’t wait another second.
Perhaps sensing her need, which was so raw it verged on desperation, he leaned back down and kissed her again. His passion was more than evident in the way he moved his lips, rough and demanding, and only getting more so as her kiss responded to his with growing fervor.
As he kissed her, he reached around behind her back and unhooked her bra in one smooth motion. She moaned against his mouth as she felt the release of the elastic tension, knowing it meant that her breasts were about to be on full display to him.
She loved the way Connor looked at her naked body, like a wild animal hungry for its prey. She could feel that gaze on her skin like a tangible touch, and her entire body shuddered at the knowledge that she was about to feel it again.
He broke the kiss off then, just long enough to slide the lacy garment off and toss it to the side. When he resumed kissing her, though, he didn’t return his lips to hers.
Instead, he placed little kisses all the way down her neck and chest, continuing to move further down her body until he had sucked first one and then the other of her nipples into his hot mouth.
He suckled on them gently and played with the stiff peaks with his tongue, swirling around them and flicking them in turn.
Luna couldn’t believe how close to coming she felt, and Connor hadn’t even moved his mouth down below her waist yet. It was a real nod to the power of chemistry, that was for sure.
But, then again, it also didn’t hurt that he had a very talented tongue.
Then, just when she thought that the pleasure couldn’t get any more intense, he upped the ante by taking each nipple in between his teeth and giving them playful little bites.
With each small nip of his teeth, she felt a shudder rocket through her that was unbelievable. It was almost as if she was losing control of the muscles in her legs and arms, that was how violently they trembled and shook.
“Ah!” she cried, the scream tearing from her throat and rocketing into the air in the bedroom. Just hearing the sound of her own voice, sounding so unlike her normal self, caused fresh waves of pleasure to crash over her.
Yeah. Other people could use music as the soundtrack to their erotic adventures. She’d take the sound of her own screams of pleasure any day.
As she was still reeling from the feelings that Connor’s mouth on her breasts had sent through her, he upped the intensity yet again by sliding his hand down inside her panties and parting her lips with his fingers.
The shudders that went through her in time with the gentle strokes of his fingertips up and down her slit were earth-shaking, and her breath was now coming in nothing but short gasps for air.
“Oh my God, it feels so good,” she moaned. “Please don’t stop touching me. Never stop touching me.”
The words spilled from her mouth without the filter of conscious thought behind them. They were just the semi-formed ramblings of a brain that had been short-circuited by erotic pleasure, but she didn’t even feel embarrassment over them. In fact, she felt empowered to do and say anything that felt natural.
That’s how comfortable she was with Connor. That’s how well they knew each other, and how much she knew that he would care for her and protect her…no matter what semi-literate sentence fragments came tumbling out of her mouth in the heat of the moment.
Hell, maybe even because of them!
By the time his two fingers plunged inside of her, she was so primed for the invasion that her inner walls clamped down on them immediately.
The friction that created as he moved his fingers inside her was perfection, and brought her straight to the brink of climax.
Every single one of her nerve endings snapped to attention with every stroke of his fingers inside her, every slight movement of his palm against her mound. She knew that just the tiniest feather-light stroke in the right place—either physical or mental—would be enough to send her spinning off into the stratosphere.
She relaxed her head into the pillow and just let the sensations wash over her. She wasn’t going to try to hold back, and by the same token, she wasn’t going to try to force it. She was just going to let her body respond in its own time and way.
As soon as she released the reins on that last small holdout area, deciding to let her body rather than her mind be in charge, she discovered that that was the final piece of the puzzle—the feather-light trigger that would send her rocketing over the edge.
She arched her back as the climax tore through her, yet another wild cry tearing from deep within her chest, and dug her fingernails into Connor’s back.
Although the brain-melting quality of the orgasm kept her from being aware of much, she did have a vague thought in the back of her brain as her nails sunk into his flesh: that she kind of liked the idea of leaving her mark on him. Of “branding” him as hers…although the next time she wanted to leave some physical evidence of herself on him, maybe she’d choose something a little less painful. Like a hickey.
When all of the pleasure-scattered pieces of her brain converged back into conscious awareness, she opened her eyes and saw Connor looking at her, smiling with gentle affection.
She returned the smile, a little embarrassed after having been so uninhibited. “Were you watching me?”
He nodded. “Your face. It’s so expressive. That’s one of the reasons I love making you feel good. You don’t even have to tell me that I am. Your face tells me everything.”
She flushed with pleasure. It was one of her favorite things, when Connor said something so intimate and personal to her. Something that showed how well he knew her, and how deeply they were connected.
She wanted to give him everything in that moment, was so deeply moved by the desire to make him feel the same depth of pleasure and connection that he had just given to her that she didn’t even wait until her breathing had completely slowed or the rivulets of sweat had stopped running from her hairline to make the next move. She simply had no patience for it.
Instead, she sat up and, without a word, started taking his clothes off, undressing him the same way that he’d done to her. After all, if she was going to let him know how he’d just made her feel by returning the favor, so to speak, that wasn’t something that was going to get done with his clothes still on.
