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“Ok?”
“Yessss,” I hiss, eyes sliding closed and head falling back as he works his fingers in and out, putting just the right amount of pressure on my clit. He leans down to kiss my neck, licking and—I jolt as he bites down at the spot where my shoulder meets my neck just as he curls his fingers, not hard, but enough that I feel it, andoh my fucking Goddoes it nearly make me come. I can’t even begin to wrap my head around this.
“Jesus!” I moan-yell.
“Actually, it’s Connor,” he says against my skin and I can hear the smirk in his voice, “but it’s a very common mistake.”Cocky bastard, I think with a smile. A smirk of my own spreads across my face when he lets out a choked moan as I move my hand downward, cupping his balls and tugging gently. “Fuck, Hattie!”
A second later, I’m on my back and he’s above me, lips slamming to mine in a searing kiss. He pins my wrists to the bed on either side of my head and grinds his hips against me, not trying to slide inside, but making sure I know he’s there—and driving me crazy in the process. I arch my hips upward, wanting him to thrust inside, needing him to fuck me so badly I think I might die. As if reading my mind, he starts to pull away.
“Need to get a condom. Hang on.”
A crazy notion pops in my head, one that is now cemented there with no hope of it leaving. I don’t wantanybarriers between us. It might be weird but I don’t really give a fuck. If he’s down then…
“Wait. You…well, I mean, are you, ya know…clean?” He freezes.
“I am," he says slowly, as if his mind is circling around what I might really be saying, but refuses to land on it. "I was always safe back when I was hooking up, but I also got tested regularly just to be sure. Completely clean and I haven’t been with anyone in over three years.” He's holding himself completely still and I don't even think he's breathing. Oh yeah, he knows what I'm getting at and it seems like he's in shock.
“I am too. And I’m on birth control.” I’d immediately gotten an IUD after my miscarriage. Seeing Josh’s reaction had made it clear he was not someone I wanted a future with. So even though I wasn’t consciously ready to accept that and end things at the time, part of me was aware enough to know I needed to take every precaution I could not to end up pregnant again, tethered to him in any way.
He levers himself up onto straightened arms, staring down at me with a serious expression.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
I bite my lip and nod. “I mean, if you want…?”
“Christ,” he says, almost to himself.
“Actually, it’s Hattie,” I say with a smirk, using his earlier quip. His lips curl upward and a devastating smile, one that’s tinged with a sensual mischief and my stomach does a nice little flip. The dirty promises that smile holds.Lord help me.I'd told him I wanted everything he could dish out, and while that's still completely true, a part of me is a little afraid of what all that could entail. Afraid in the best possible way, like that nervous terrifying anticipation right before you jump out of the plane when you go skydiving. That exhilarating fear of the unknown.
He reaches down and grips his cock, and my entire body trembles in anticipation. My eyes fly wide as he runs the head up and down my pussy, never pushing inside, and his piercing sends ripples of unexpected pleasurable sensations through every inch of me.
“Mmm,” he mumbles. “So fucking wet for me, Hattie.” He meets my gaze as he continues to move his cock up and down, and I desperately move my hips, trying to get him inside. “Do you think you can take it?” I nod eagerly and he smiles. “That’s my girl.”
Why do those words make my thighs quiver and my pussy impossibly wetter?Dear God. Do…do I have apraise kink? I’ve read about them in some of my romance novels, but never really thought much of it in real life. But now, hearing Connor say the words in that low, husky voice...
Fuck.
Me.
Yep. There is a ninety-eight percent chance that I’m now hooked on Connor praising me in bed.Who knew?
He slowly slides his cock in andfuckit feels good. He hisses and the muscles in his chest and arms bunch with tension, his jaw clenched. My hands fly to his hips, gripping tight as he moves.
“God damn, Hattie. You're so tight."
He’s big. Not like fear-for-my-life kind of big, but big enough that it’s uncomfortable at first. He gives me time to adjust, though, not moving again until he knows I’m ready. I wiggle a bit and then it’s better and I nod, letting him know I’m alright. He settles over me, holding himself up on straightened arms, and slides forward in one quick thrust and I cry out, arching my back upward.
“Alright?” he grates, stilling, sweat beading on his forehead and chest. I nod, and he moves back to thrust again, still slowly. I can tell he isn’t even all the way in yet, and I start to question if Icanactually take it all, but with each move, he slides a little further inside, my body adjusting to him. He’s moving slowly, giving me time to get used to everything, but I can tell he’s dying to move, toreallymove. A couple more long, slow thrusts, and I’m dying for him to move too. I canfeelthe piercings as he slides back and forth, the ridges rubbing me inside in a way I never could have imagined. The ladder is amazing, butdear Godthe one on the end hits the perfect spot that I don’t think has ever been hit before, that I wasn’t even sure existed until this moment.
If he keeps this up, or, heaven help me, when hereallystarts moving, I think I might actually come this way. It’s rare that I get off during sex, honestly—which iscompletelynormal, by the way. Not that it hasn’t felt good in the past, great even, but it doesn’t typically end with me reaching the big O. That usually comes from tongues and fingers and toys. But I’m already feeling closer to an orgasm in the first few minutes with Connor than I ever have before, so that’s gotta be a good sign, right? The possibility sends a rush of excitement through me, making my heart beat impossibly faster.
When he thrusts once more, he finally shoves all the way inside, our bodies as close as they can possibly get and it’s pure ecstasy. He waits for a second, leaning his forehead down against mine, seeming to just need a moment to wrap his head around everything that’s happening.
“Hattie,” he whispers, saying my name like a prayer. He kisses me softly and I rub my hands over his back, holding him to me, trying to convey without words what this all means to me. He lets out a shuddering breath.
That anticipation blooms in my stomach again when he pulls back, staring down at me with something unreadable in his eyes. Unreadable, but undeniably sexy.
“Are you ready?”
