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Chapter 5
Luna
Luna threw her head back and moaned, a deep and throaty sound that filled the shed. Her fingers tangled into Connor’s hair like they had a mind of their own and she relished the thick, lustrous feel of it under her hands. It had been so long since she’d touched it– touched him – but the minute their bodies came into contact, it all came rushing back. Every feeling, every memory.
It was like the time and distance between them disappeared into a cavern, leaving only their connection.
And holy cow, what a connection!
Her entire body trembled as his hands moved over her skin, and she was nearly overcome when he took her sensitive nipples into his mouth.
God, she’d always known that her body responded to his in a powerful way. Almost too powerful for her to control– he was her Achilles’ heel, in that respect. But there was a big difference between remembering it intellectually and feeling it in the moment.
Right now, she was overwhelmed with sensation, not able to think straight– and, as far as she was concerned, that was a bonus. She didn’t want to think. She only wanted to feel.
Connor’s hands slid up her legs, under her skirt, caressing the tender flesh of her inner thighs, coming closer and closer to the hot center of her pleasure with each sweep of his fingers. Finally, he touched her there, his fingers running up and down her seam over the soaking wet fabric of her underwear.
It drove her crazy. She could feel his touch, but it was muted by her panties. Completely maddening! She drove her hips forward, pressing herself into his fingers for all she was worth.
She could think of nothing else but feeling his strong fingers buried inside her, her inner walls gripping them as he caressed her outer folds with his thumb. She decided that the only thing to do was to take matters into her own hands.
Releasing her fever grip on his hair, she moved her hands down to grip the sides of her panties. Shimmying her hips to help free them, she slid them off and kicked them to the side.
Connor lost no time in driving his fingers into her, crooking them again and again once they were buried inside her velvet walls, tweaking her inner spot again and again.
With his thumb, he rubbed firm rhythmic circles around her sensitive pleasure button. The dual simulation was almost too much to take, especially when it was combined with the incredible treatment that his tongue was still giving her breasts.
Her head spun in circles, and white sparkling stars shimmered behind her eyelids. Part of her was afraid she might pass out. Part of her wanted to, just for the pure pleasure of surrendering to such a powerful compulsion.
With every movement of his fingers inside her, she felt closer and closer to cresting the mountain of climax. It was amazing, yes– but that wasn’t how she wanted it. Not now, not this time. She wanted him inside her. She wanted them to be connected.
“Do you have condoms?” she gasped with the last bit of will she still had control over.
Instead of answering, he merely pulled back from her and took his wallet from his back pocket, fumbling around inside it until he pulled out a foil-wrapped disc.
She had to smile. She’d always liked that he was a man of action versus words. You could tell a lot more about a person by what they did than what they said, and it was a much more solid foundation to build trust on, as well.
He undid his fly and freed his erection, ripped open the condom wrapper and slid the tube down over it. Watching him, a flutter of anticipation filled her belly at the idea that he was about to be inside her, filling her up. She wanted him so bad. She couldn’t wait.
He glanced up, meeting her eyes, an earnest look filling his. “Are you ready?” he asked, his voice raspy and rough.
She was touched. It really was just like him to take time out to check in with her, even though it couldn’t have been easy to do in his very obviously aroused state. He had always thought of her first, taken such good care of her. Her belly fluttered even more at that thought than the idea that he was about to penetrate her.
“I’m ready,” she assured him. “More than ready.”
He nodded and pulled her hips forward, positioning himself at her entrance. She leaned back on her elbows and watched him. She wanted to see him thrust into her, get that visual pop at the same time as the physical one.
With a powerful thrust, he pushed into her, stretching her to the limit. A cry escaped her, as raw and feral as the feelings rushing through her.
Everything about this was intense. She couldn’t believe that she’d spent so many years convincing herself that she could live without this, the powerful connection that only she and Connor shared. She’d been fucking fooling herself. She understood that now, with him inside her. It was like he’d opened her consciousness at the same time he’d opened her body.
Holding onto her hips to keep her from slipping around on the slick metal, he pounded into her again and again. Her skin was slick with sweat, the same sweat she saw forming on his forehead as he thrust into her.
Her belly was filled with electric pulses that burst into flame with every stroke. Her orgasm was building, she could feel it in every cell of her body. Part of her was happy about that, obviously– pleasure that intense was obviously worth chasing.
But another part of her didn’t want this to be over. Not now…and maybe not ever. God, if she could just bury herself in the protective cocoon of Connor’s arms forever– shut out the rest of the world and all of its problems– let him do the hard work of sheltering her from anything that could hurt her…damn, that was the dream!
Two small tears escaped from the corners of her eyes and she shook her head to flick them off, then squeezed her eyes closed to stop any more that might get the bright idea of trying to show up.
