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“It will be good to have him back,” he said. “We will plan something nice for Christmas Eve. Give him a warm welcome home.”
“I’m sure he’d like that,” I answered. “Although I don’t think I will let you be in charge of the dessert.” I giggled, looking over at the mess that was supposed to be a chocolate cheesecake.
“Hey, I never claimed to be a great baker,” Connor said, holding up his hands. “I was supposed to look after the roast, remember? You were supposed to make the dessert,” he said, his hand gripping my side, tickling me.
I pushed at his hands, almost spilling my wine. He quickly took the wineglass from me and set it on the table. “So, tell me again, why you didn’t make the dessert?” He gripped my side, causing me to burst out into a fit of laughter once again.
Again, I tried pushing his hand off me, only this time he gripped my free hand with his, rendering me useless. I squirmed and laughed as he tickled me until I almost couldn’t breathe.
“Okay, okay…I’m sorry.” I laughed breathlessly. “Next time…I’ll stick to dessert.”
“You better. I mean, I love dessert but clearly can’t make it.” He laughed as he continued to tickle me.
The tickling slowed as Connor looked down at me. Somehow, we’d shifted around until I was lying on the couch, almost underneath him. He was beside me, and his blue eyes stared down into mine. He slowly released my hand, slowly bringing his other one up to my cheek. The smile fell from his face and a look I’d never seen on him before coming into view.
He slowly brought his lips to mine, kissing me hard. His hand rested now on my hip where only moments ago he’d been tickling me. Now I felt the rough skin of his fingers stroke my bare skin just above the waistband of my pants as he assaulted my mouth.
With each swipe of his tongue against mine, I felt him grow harder. I closed my eyes and allowed myself to get lost in his kiss, my hands now running up under his shirt. I bit my bottom lip and tilted my head back as his lips moved down the front of my neck.
“Connor,” I breathed, feelings running through my body that were foreign to me, as I felt his hardness through his pants.
He pushed my shirt up and over my head, tossing it to the floor. His eyes met mine, and I watched as his gaze skimmed my body. He bent down and kissed my collarbone. Slowly, he trailed kisses all the way down between my breasts while his large hands held them, his thumbs brushing over my hardened nipples.
His touch felt different tonight. His look was different. For the first time since we’d started messing around, tonight felt different. I closed my eyes and ran my hands through his thick hair as I succumbed to his touch.
“Not hear,” he muttered and stood up from the couch, holding his hand out for me to take.
“What?” I muttered as he pulled me up.
“Come with me,” he whispered, bending down and grabbing my shirt off the floor then leading me upstairs. Shoving open the bedroom door, he pulled me into him, kissing me. He kicked the door shut behind him and gently guided me over to the bed. “Our first time isn’t going to be on a couch.”
I closed my eyes and allowed myself to get lost in his touch. His rough fingers traced up my arms and around to my back, where he pinched the clasp of my bra together, removing it in one quick motion. I felt the fabric fall away from my body, the chill in the air instantly causing my nipples to harden.
“God, you’re beautiful,” he whispered, taking my mouth with his as he wrapped his arms around me and pulled me in close.
I ran my hands up his strong, muscular back as his tongue washed through my mouth again. He stepped back, reached behind him, and pulled his shirt off over his head. Then he quickly flicked the button of his jeans open. The look in his eyes was one of want and need as he approached me. His hands went right for my jeans, prying them open. As he removed my jeans, his fingers trailed down my body, his touch sending waves of excitement through me.
My gaze fell to his hard cock, large and thick as he pushed his jeans off to the side. He approached the bed, my heart beating so hard I could feel it in my throat. Licking my lips, my gaze met his as I took him in my hand, gently stroking his cock before bringing him to my lips. The second he was in my mouth, I felt his fingers grip my hair. I took him as far back as I could, where I could feel the head of his cock throb against the back of my throat.
The low, guttural groan that escaped his lips as I ran my tongue around him caused me to clench my legs together. I’d hoped that by doing so it would ease the want I was feeling there, but it did little good. I took him to the back of my throat again as he gripped my hair tighter.
I closed my eyes, relishing the feel of his large hand on the back of my head, the taste of him as I moved him in and out of my mouth.
“Fuck,” he hissed. “Feels so amazing,” he breathed, his abs clenching tight.
I pulled him from my mouth for a moment, trying to relax my jaw from his size, but as soon as I did, he grabbed hold of me and shoved me down on the bed. He knelt onto the floor, gripped the band of my panties, and pulled them down, then rested my legs on either side of his head. He kissed his way up the inside of my thighs, a soft moan escaping from my mouth, before he connected his mouth to my center.
His fingers interlocked with mine as his tongue found that sensitive little bud that he alternated lapping and sucking. I lifted my head, watching him. It was almost my undoing when he lifted his eyes to meet mine. My head fell back to the mattress as he continued lapping and sucking at my center until my legs began shaking.
I felt the mattress move, his weight shifting me, as he made his way onto the bed. He hovered over me, meeting my eyes. He brought his lips to mine. His kiss was now slower and less demanding than before. He reached over to the nightstand, pulling the drawer open, and fished around inside, pulling out a condom.
He ripped the package open and slipped it on, grabbing both my legs and resting them on his hips. Lining himself up with me, he once again met my lips as he pushed himself inside me. I shifted uncomfortably for a moment, trying hard to steady my breath at his intrusion.
“You okay?” he asked breathlessly.
“Mmm, yes.”
He pushed himself inside of me, stopping every few seconds to allow me to relax around him until he was finally deep inside of me. His kiss was now tender as he moved inside of me at a slow pace.
