Page 110 of Eastern Lights


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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.

After he finished tasting me, he climbed on top of me, exposing his big, throbbing cock. My mouth began to water from the sight of his massive hard on. He tilted his head as he hovered over me, almost as if he was asking permission to enter.

I nodded once, knowing words were too much to give in the moment.

He engulfed my lips against his, kissing me hard and long. I gasped as I felt him sliding into me, giving me all of him. As he thrust his hardness inside me, my fingers wrapped around his back, and my nails dug into his skin. I didn’t know it could feel like that. I didn’t know making love could feel like life and death, prayers and sins, heaven and hell. His normal playful demeanor was gone, and when I looked into his eyes I saw his dilated stare that was filled with desire, with passion, with love.

“Oh, gosh, yes, Connor…please…keep…” I breathed out, exhausted yet completely in bliss and wanting more of him. Wanting all of him.

“God, you feel as good as you taste,” he muttered against my mouth before kissing me harder and thrusting into me deeper. His words mixed with his movements and the rain made it impossible for me to hold back any longer.

“I’m going to… Connor…I…”

“Do it for me, come for me,” he whispered, making me even more hot and bothered. My hips rolled up and down as he continued to fuck the life out of my body. Connor had many personalities, but I didn’t know the dirty talker was one of them. That made me crave him even more than I had before.

I came hard against him, my whole body trembling as I released. He thrust hard into me once, as his hands rested against my shoulders.

“Shit, you’re going to make me come next,” he said, still pumping into me.

“Please,” I begged, opening my eyes to find his blues staring at mine. “Please come inside me. I want all of you. Connor…please…fuck me like you mean it.”

Those words sent him into overload as he pressed his arms against the hard ground and began going more and more, in and out, in and out, fucking me as if he’d find forever between my thighs and our future against my lips.

A few moments later, he lost himself inside me, giving me everything he had, breathing heavy as he unloaded himself. When he finished, he fell to the left side of me onto his back, and we both lay there for a moment, completely out of breath as the rain hammered against our skin.

“Holy,” he whispered.

“Shit,” I finished.

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