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I pulled Connor into our bedroom as soon as we got inside the penthouse. We giggled and kissed like two high-school students sneaking into a dressing room at the local department store, and removed each other’s clothing almost as quickly.
Once his shirt was off, I ran my fingers slowly over his chest. My God, he was hot. The hard definition of his muscles… the soft tickle of his chest hair… the lingering tan from our vacation in Maui just a month before… he was absolutely delicious.
He wrapped his arms around me and kissed my neck. I closed my eyes and moaned as he nibbled and lightly licked his way up from my collarbone to my earlobe.
“I’ve missed you,” he whispered, his voice husky with desire.
“I missed you,” I whispered back.
My body was pressed to his, and I could feel his cock growing. He was already semi-erect when we started, and now he was even firmer, his cock starting to jut out at an angle from his pants.
I put my hand over the long shape beneath the fabric, felt the pronounced ridge of his head, and ran my palm along his length as I felt him get even harder.
“I’ve missed this,” I purred in his ear.
He groaned as I slowly stroked him, letting my fingers grip him lightly in a circle.
While he unbuttoned my blouse, I unzipped his pants. I reached inside his fly and the slit of his boxers and found what I was looking for: the hard, hot, thickness of his shaft. I circled my cool, soft fingers around him and begin to lightly stroke, letting my fingers luxuriate in the thatch of hair at the base of his abdomen.
He got so hard, he was almost bursting out of his pants.
He became even more frenzied as he unsnapped my bra, took my breasts in his hands, and my areolas one by one into his mouth. I tilted my head back and whimpered as his tongue slid over my erect nipples, teasing them, sucking them, sending a jolt of desire straight down between my legs.
I fondled his balls with one hand in his pants, and clutched at his muscular back with my other, my nails trailing across his skin.
“Jesus, this has to come off,” he said, trying to pull my skirt off without unzipping it.
“Hold on, hold on,” I giggled, and undid it with my free hand. My other hand was still clutched around the base of his cock.
He pushed the skirt to the floor and immediately clutched my ass, roughly gripping my cheeks with his strong hands. We kissed again, our tongues hot in each other’s mouths, until he pulled my hand out of his pants, lifted me up under my arms, and threw me down on the bed.
I laughed as I bounced and came to a stop. Then I joyfully watched the rest of the show.
He kicked off his shoes in a frenzy, pulled off his socks, and unbuckled his belt. His cock was already jutting out from his pants – so far that he had to stretch out his boxers to fit them over his swollen head. As his pants and underwear dropped, his erection bobbed up thick and long and stiff, the swollen head jutting up towards the ceiling. A thin thread of pre-cum trailed from the tip, connected to his boxers like a spiderweb, until the cloth fell to the floor and the sticky strand broke.
He crawled across the bed towards me, and I felt the scorching heat of the velvet-soft skin on his cock brush against my thigh.
“Oh God,” I whimpered as he hooked his fingers in my thong and pulled it roughly down my legs and over my ankles, then tossed it across the room.
He reached down between my thighs and stroked my lips with his fingers. I was sopping wet. He took the moisture from my pussy and massaged it with the pre-cum beaded on the tip of his cock, wetting himself down with both our juices.
“Be gentle,” I whimpered. “It’s been a week – ”
“Unnhh,” was all he answered as he took his fingers and guided his head between my lips. The wet slickness of his skin met mine, and he slowly pushed inside me.
OH. MY. GOD.
It was only the head, but Jesus it felt good. I never got used to his girth, especially when we hadn’t slept together for a week. He filled me up, and the sensations of overwhelming pleasure were just as powerful as the first time he’d taken me on the floor of the boardroom, the night we first met.
“Oh God,” he whispered, and began slowly pushing inside me, then drawing back out, letting my wetness slick him down before he plunged slowly deeper inside.
“Unh… oh… oh…” I moaned as he slid halfway, then three quarters. I could feel him deep inside me, touching places no other man had ever been able to reach.
He gripped my shoulders and sank in all way to his base. I caught my breath. It was a lot to take in, both literally and figuratively. The intensity was hot – the feeling of fullness inside me was overwhelming – but it also felt so right to be fully connected to him, looking into his eyes as our bodies became one.
He kissed me softly on the lips as he began to rock inside me, inch by inch, letting me get used to his massive size again. Then he began to circle his hips, increasing the pressure and the pleasure against my lips while the big, swollen head of his cock moved deep inside me.
