“We talked about it before. Don’t you like the idea of smooth skin, increased sensation?”
Maggie ducked her head in a quick nod.
“Good girl.”
“On one condition. I will if you will.”
Connor barked a laugh of surprise, giving her a series of open mouthed kisses on her neck and upper chest. “You have a deal.”
Her chest rose and fell when she sucked in a deep breath. She released it as a sexy moan. The quick punch of heat clamping around his cock told him he wouldn’t last much longer. His balls ached and drew high. Chills raced across his skin when he surged into her tight, wet heat again. Her eyes contained pleasure and her fingernails dug into his shoulders, a silent entreaty to hurry.
“Tighten your inner muscles on me. Yeah. Like that.” It was an effort not to close his eyes to concentrate on the feel-good sensations, the fire whipping through his groin. Hell. Connor bit down on his tongue, words of love fighting to spill free.
Toast. He was bloody toast if he uttered those words. She wouldn’t believe him for one and she’d run a mile. To preserve his dignity and keep an in with Maggie, he dipped his head to kiss her breast, sucking her peak into his mouth.
She bucked at the sensations, groaned, and on his next stroke shattered, spilling over into climax, her pussy clutching greedily at his cock. He held off for as long as he could, wanting to prolong the pleasure. He lasted three strokes before he lost it, spilling his seed into her and losing his heart completely.
