“You want me to stop?”
“No more teasing. I can’t take any more.”
“What do you want me to do?”
“Fuck me,” Maggie demanded. “That’s what I want.”
The air crackled with sudden tension as he stared at her. A grin crept across his face and glittered in his eyes. “I like your plain speaking, Ms. Drummond.” Without taking his gaze off her, he reached for a condom. He ripped open the foil packet and rolled the condom onto his erection. Instead of pushing into her pussy, he rolled onto his back and grinned at her. “Ride me. Put me through my paces.”
A splutter was the only sound to pierce the silence that fell in the bedroom.
“Well?” he prompted, placing his hands beneath his head, his grin never wavering.
A dare. He thought she’d refuse. Little did he know. Maggie clambered over him, parting her legs so she straddled his hips.
“Take what you want, babe.”
She sucked in her stomach, self-consciousness hitting her. With the morning sun streaming through the net curtains, he could see her clearly. It left her uneasy, and brought back bitter memories of Greg explaining to her why she should lose weight. Her hesitation made her clumsy.
“I want you. Never forget that.”
His soothing voice lent her courage, and she guided his cock to her entrance. “How do you know the right thing to say?” she asked with a hint of chagrin.
“Natural talent,” he said with a boyish smile.
“Is that right?” Maggie inched downward, impaling her body on his cock, parting sensitive tissues and filling the empty spaces inside her. “Does that feel okay?” But not ridding her of all the doubt.
Connor reached for one of her hands and interwove their fingers. His smile warmed her, boosted her confidence and she returned it. She rode him with steady strokes, shifting her body, experimenting to find the perfect angle. Her breasts bounced, the hot intent in his eyes pushing her to the edge of control much quicker than normal.
“You’re doing a good job.” Connor’s hands rose to grip her hips. His fingers branded her flesh, the bite of pain bringing relief.
She quickened her strokes, reaching for pleasure. Her womb fluttered, tension creeping through her limbs. The pleasure swelled, soared, pressure climbing with each rapid slide of his cock then fading. It was like a wave had splashed over her on its run to the shore, and she craved a return of the blissful sensation.
“Help me, please,” she pleaded.
“My pleasure.” He slipped a finger between her legs and wiggled it across her clit. “Like that?”
“Yeah.” Her eyes closed to focus on the sweet agony of his touch. Inside and out, he knew how to touch her with delicate precision. They fell into a rhythm. She rose and fell on his cock and on each downward sweep, he delved between her legs, fingered her clit. It was a slow buildup this time. She soared each time he stroked her clit. Her head fell back and the tension ramped up, her teeth sinking into her bottom lip.
“Come for me, babe. I want to hear you, feel you clasp my dick tight.” His erotic whispers pushed her off the plateau, and she shattered, the ferocious spike of pleasure pulsating the walls of her sex.
When she came back to herself, she fell forward, wrapping her arms around him, still breathing hard.
“Damn, I wish you could see yourself when you come,” he whispered, stroking his hand over her hair in a rhythmic manner. “You’re so pretty with your pink cheeks and your tits bouncing, your loose hair. Let me kiss you, babe.”
She offered her lips and he took. He ate at her mouth, consumed her until the passion roared between them again. His fingers tangled in her hair, holding her in place, slanting her mouth to fit. He nipped and licked and took possession, stroking their tongues together in a sensual dance that could only lead to one place. Greed and hunger burst to life, heat and lightning flaring between them.
He lifted her off him and seconds later, he had her on all fours in front of him. He stroked her ass, cupping and squeezing the globes of her bottom. Then he took possession, sliding his cock into her wet, sensitive pussy, his warm breath teasing the whorl of her ear. She grew wet with want, loving his unrestrained passion, his need for her. Short, sharp strokes massaged her inner tissues, then he started in on the long, slow slides that drove her crazy. She trembled with each smooth erotic glide, overwhelmed by his demand, his masculinity. He was hard, thick, just what she needed.
“Come again,” he ordered.
The sensations gathered at his words, growing like a whirly wind. An abrupt explosion and she milked him with recurring squeezes. Connor plunged his cock into her and stilled, his release starting even before she finished. Together they toppled into ecstasy, and all Maggie could think was there was no way she could give up this kind of magic.
“I tried to ring you in the weekend,” Julia said. “Where were you?”
“I needed to…um…” Cripes, she had to take care. She couldn’t blurt out the details of her time spent with Connor. A wash of color heated her face.Think. “Um…I needed time alone…to think.”
“What were you doing?” Susan asked.
