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Andie moves to deal the cards, but fuck that shit. I have other ideas. Sliding off my chair, I walk on my knees over to her, grabbing one of her knees in each of my hands.
Tugging her thighs apart, I bury my face in her wet heat. She gasps, her fingers tangling in my hair, but I’m focused on her fucking sweet taste.
I dip my tongue into Andie, swirling my way up until I find her clit, lashing it with my tongue and sucking it into my mouth. Increasing the pressure, Andie’s hips start to writhe and buck.
Gripping her hips tightly, I hold her in position and suck even harder until she shatters.
“Connor,” she moans breathily. I grin against her clit. I don’t think I’ll ever get sick of hearing Andie moan my name as I make her come. Fuckingever.
Lifting my head, I smirk smugly at the blissful look on her face, her eyes closed, a contented smile playing over her lips.
Picking her up, I set her on the table, stepping between her legs. Nudging her thighs apart with my hips, I kiss my way up her neck while unbuttoning my trousers and lifting my dick out. I’ve been waiting for this from the moment she walked into the house.
Setting my dick at her opening, I murmur meaningless things against her ear as I slide smoothly into her, groaning as her tight, swollen inner muscles clench at my dick until I’m fully sheathed.
“Oh, Connor,” she breaths, her arms closing around my neck and her tits pressing against my shirt as I slowly start to rock in and out of her.
Every other time I’ve had Andie, I’ve fucked her. Proper, hard, fucking. This time I take my sweet time, savoring the feel of her pussy clenching at my dick as I withdraw, smoothly sliding back into her to the hilt.
Andie is mewling, moaning, and gasping, her fingers gripping my neck and shoulder tightly as her legs wrap around my waist. I tighten my hold on her hip, my other hand sliding up her neck, cupping the back of her head as my lips find hers.
I devour her mouth while continuing my slow, steady pace until she whimpers against my lips. Andie’s pussy contracts hard around my dick as she comes, milking me. I can’t hold off any longer. My hips jerk as I come along with her.
Burying my face into her neck, I struggle to catch my breath. Andie hugs me tightly, her own breathing ragged.
“I think I’m getting better at poker.”
Her breath brushes my neck as she pants. I snort, chuckling into the smooth skin of her neck.
“At least ye know the rules now.”
Andie giggles, tightening her grip on me and pressing a kiss into my hair.
Chapter Twelve
Andie
Dappled sunlight spills into the room, and I rub my nose and frown. The sun is in the wrong place, and I feel…heavy.
Hair tickles my cheek as Connor nuzzles my collarbone in his sleep. Why is Connor here? The room comes into focus as I blink away my sleepiness. I’m in Connor’s bed. That’s why he’s here. Why am I in Connor’s bed?
I stay very still, not wanting to disturb him where he’s curled around me, his leg thrown over both of mine, his face buried in my neck.
It is an altogether wicked nice way to wake up. Of course, when I went to sleep – while Connor was at work – I was inmybed. So, I either sleepwalked up here, or he came home, came into my bedroom, picked me up, carried me back downstairs and up to his room, put me into his bed, climbed in with me, and fell asleep snuggling me.
That seems farfetched, so I’m going with the sleepwalking thing. When Connor got home, I was snuggled up in his bed, and he climbed in with me. Yeah, that sounds so much more realistic.
My trying to stay still doesn’t work, and Connor nuzzles my neck, his lips moving. A soft moan escapes my lips, and he starts kissing my neck, his tongue swirling over my pulse-point. His hand strokes across my stomach, slipping beneath my cotton panties, finding my clit, and rolling it between his fingers until I’m squirming.
I think he might be leaving a hickey on my neck. My hips lift, and Connor takes the hint, moving his lips up my neck and latching onto my mouth, kissing me deeply as he crawls over me, spreading my legs and sinking into my wet heat.
Okay. This isdefinitelya wicked nice way to wake up. He thrusts swiftly, rocking my world. I lift my hips in time with his pumps, chasing my release. It bursts over me as Connor groans, thrusting deep and sighing against my lips.
He rolls off me, throwing his arm over his eyes. I blink, staring and trying not to giggle as he quickly falls back asleep. My heart is racing, my core is throbbing, and I feel awake and sated. I’m ready for my breakfast and running routine.
Connor strolls into the kitchen, dressed in his suit, his eyes roaming over my sundress.
“Morning,” he rumbles. I smile over my shoulder, moving to make his eggs and toast. Furnishing himself with a cup of coffee, he drops into his chair at the table as I slide the plate in front of him. He doesn’t ask me to sit with him, so I start washing up the breakfast pan.
