Christ, I need a dose of reality.
I excuse myself to take a shower in the campground facilities and even try to maintain a physical distance from Conor through dinner. We don’t talk much as we watch the sun set, but the nerves storm back when we start getting ready for bed. Unlike the first day, Conor doesn’t bother hiding as he shamelessly strips down to his boxers, and when he turns to me, I find myself frozen, scared to move or say anything. Is this normal? Tilly didn’t mention experiencing a ball of nerves in her stomach when she told me about her first time with Luca.
Assuming something is going to happen tonight with Conor.
I jump when I feel a hand on my knee, and I bristle when I turn to see Conor’s shoulders shaking with laughter.
“What’s so funny?” I ask, glaring at him.
“This is a new look on you,” he says, sitting on the bed next to me. “Tell me,a rún.Why do you look so scared?”
“I’m not scared,” I lie.
“Alright, let me rephrase that,” he says, leaning so close I can practically feel his breath against mine. “Why are you so nervous, baby?” I shiver when his hand touches my knee, squeezing it. “Or would you like to know in advance what I plan to do to you? I know how much you like planning ahead of time.”
“Conor…”
“I’m going to kiss you, Arianna,” he rasps, his mouth finding mine in the softest of kisses that works to light a fire in my veins. His mouth moves down my chin in a whisper of a kiss, not fully touching my skin. “Then I plan on licking your tits until they’re wet and your nipples swollen.” I suck in a sharp breath when I feel a hand slide under my T-shirt, jolting when his fingers feather over my stomach. “And when you’re trembling,I’ll worship your tight little pussy, lick your clit, and get you all hot and ready for my cock.” I whimper when his mouth pushes up against my ear. “How’s that for a plan?”
“O-okay,” I stammer, out of my depth. My mind too, but he doesn’t let me overthink anything as his mouth takes mine in a long kiss that has my toes curling with pleasure. I’m nudged onto my back, his warm body covering mine, making me feel safe and warm. My hands find his shoulders, and I grip them, whining as he deepens the kiss, his tongue engaging mine in a sensual dance. I feel his heart beat against mine, just as fast.
“Conor,” I whimper into the kiss when he slides a hand down over my butt, kneading it in his massive palm.
“I love the way you say my name,a rún,” he rasps, his mouth moving down the side of my neck. I moan aloud when his mouth sucks on the sensitive skin, bruising me. “So goddamned sexy!” He scrapes me with his teeth and makes my core flood with arousal. His breath is hot against my skin, and I’m practically shaking as he moves lower. My back arches off the bed when his mouth closes around my nipple, sucking it through the shirt. “I love the way you react to my touch.”
My breath saws in and out of my throat as he moves to tease my nipples through the thin material, suckling on them until my shirt is wet and I’m a trembling mess, sobbing for relief from the fire burning between my legs. “Oh God!”
“Just me, baby,” he rasps, shoving my shirt up and making me whimper when his lips touch my stomach, feathery soft. I jolt hard when his tongue presses against my belly button, licking around the spot before moving down…
And I know what to expect. We shared this exact dance in that hotel room back in Chicago. I know what to expect when he tugs down my shorts to reveal my naked body. I figure Iknow what it’ll feel like when he nudges my thighs open before bringing my left knee to his shoulder and exposing me further.
And yet…
Nothing prepares me for the storm of pleasure that shoots through my spine when he rakes his tongue between my folds, from top to bottom. I sob, back lifting off the small bed, but he presses me back down, hand gripping my thigh tight as his tongue finds my swollen clit, batting it with the tip of his tongue. Moisture floods my pussy as he continues his onslaught against my aching bud, pressure building in my core with the promise of release.
It’s insane. The things he’s doing to me. Things no bodyguard ever should, and yet, I can’t stop wanting more.
“Conor,” I sob, fingers grabbing his hair and pulling him hard against me, greedy for that sweet release. For the explosion of relief from the torture brought about by those calloused hands and that sinful mouth.
Please. Please.
“I can’t get enough of you, baby,” he growls, sliding his left hand up my stomach and under my shirt. I jolt on the bed when he starts kneading my nipples even as he starts focusing on my entrance.
“More,” I whimper, fingers twisting in his hair and tugging hard, rocking my hips back and forth and riding his face. I’m mad with the need for release as I work my hips faster against his hungry mouth. “Conor…more, please.”Please.
His lips suction over my clit, tugging hard and that trips me right into an orgasm I wasn’t bracing for. It takes me by surprise, forcing a scream out of me. I cry out, clenching hardagainst his tongue as waves and waves of pleasure roll through my body, leaving me helpless.
“Again!” he growls, fingers digging into my skin as he laps at my sensitive flesh, nudging his tongue against my entrance before moving to tease my clit, making me whimper.
“I can’t,” I sob, dropping my hand from his head to fist the bedsheets. “I can’t, Conor.”
“I’ll help you, baby,” he rasps, gripping my hips tighter and burying his head deeper into my pussy. My back arches off the bed with a cry when he slides his tongue into me, groaning deeply as I adjust to the foreign feeling. He starts the fire again, bringing his index finger to my circle my clit, fanning the flames until I’m shaking with the threat of another orgasm.
“Conor,” I sob, thrashing on the bed, sensitive from head to toe. “Too much!”
But it doesn’t seem enough for him as he worships me, and when I orgasm this time, the earth moves from underneath me. The climax bursts out of me with such vengeance that it shoots white light behind my eyelids. I sob, thrashing on the bed as Conor sucks at my swollen clit. My pussy clenches tightly and releases, repeating the motion over and over again until I can’t take it anymore.
When Conor finally pulls away, there is a dangerous gleam in his eyes that should scare me. The way he watches—it’s something akin to what a predator does in the wild—and yet, I find myself hypnotized.
