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My tongue found his pulse and I palpated the flesh there, feeling it slow down from the adrenaline-based fear and shift into arousal.
His groan rumbled in my ear, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine, especially as his teeth found my earlobe and he nibbled it before sucking hard, reminding me of the pressure of those lips around my clit.
“I need you alive and kicking,” he whispered then, the words only audible because of how close we were.
I squeezed him, trying to imbue the embrace with my apology. “I just need you,” I whispered back.
He groaned as I squeezed my hands between us and finally shaped his cock with one. The other was aimed at finding his fly. As I dragged the zipper down, I sighed when I found him in my palm. Hot, thick, heavy.
My pussy clutched at nothing, already eager for what was becoming its BFF.
Digging my feet into his butt, I repeated, “I need you, Conor, now. Please, now.”
He groaned, the sound tortured as his head rocked back like it was too heavy for his neck to support. I took advantage and worked on leaving him a hickey as I started to jerk his cock, using his pre-cum as lube until the emptiness inside me was just too goddamn much.
When his hands clutched at my waist, rough enough to hurt, I nipped my way up to his ear and murmured, “I’m so fucking wet for you, Conor. I wish you could feel it.” His fingers tore at my blouse. “I am. It’s all for you. No one else. No one makes me feel this way. Only you. Only you.”
As he snarled, I let his dick experience the gift I’d had waiting for him—no panties.
“Jesus Christ, Star. Were you walking around like this?” He hissed as he dragged his cock back and forth. Then surprise whispered through his words. “You are wet.” He groaned as my juices coated his shaft. “God, you’re perfect, Star. So fucking perfect. Never let anyone tell you otherwise.”
I urged our mouths to collide so he could taste my smile, my thanks, my love.
He hissed again as his tip found my slit, and slowly, so fucking slowly it was painful, he rocked into me.
Then, when I crossed my heels so I had more support, I used that to urge him deeper into me, not stopping until I was full of him. So goddamn full that I choked out a breath that he swallowed in his kiss.
The shocked breath morphed into a moan at how perfect he was.
The only dick I’d ever wanted this much.
The only man I’d ever needed.
I had no idea why the thought made me cry. Maybe it was because the last time I’d been in this position, I’d been a toy. No choice, no free will, no say.
Now, I had it all.
And I had him.
I was blessed.
I cried and didn’t care if he felt the liquid emotion raining down my cheeks as I sank into his kiss, absorbing that like I took him in.
When he felt my tears, he slowed down and tried to draw away from me, but I didn’t let him. I chased his mouth and started to rub my clit with the one hand that had still been trapped between us.
As my pussy clutched and fluttered around his dick, I knew that pleasure was close. Surprisingly so. It loomed on the horizon like the dawn of a new day, and that thought was so appropriate that I let it flood me.
Maybe he knew I was letting go because his hold on me tightened in reaction and he sped up.
Behind me, the crowd roared and surged to the music.
Beneath me, I could feel gravity’s call just as I had years ago.
But, before me was him.
“Mine,” I groaned into his mouth.
“Yours,” he ceded easily, but his tone was rough. Gruff.
