“I have wanted to taste you since I saw you at the show last week.” he says against my mouth. I let out a small groan. “I haven’t been able to get you out of my head. I’ve been stroking myself to thoughts of you every day while I shower. I’ve never come as hard in my life as I have just from thinking of you.” He punctuates every sentence with ever deepening kisses, our tongues sliding together more frantically each time.
Suddenly my shorts and panties are on the floor and Connor’s hands are under my ass, lifting me off my feet.
“Wrap your legs around me,” he says. My hands are in his hair now, as we frantically kiss, and I can feel the hard ridge of his cock through his jeans. He carries me to the kitchen table and sets me down on the edge. “Lay back, baby. I haven’t had my dessert yet.”
Oh fuck, yes, please! He kisses me as he lays me back gently on the table and proceeds to kiss and lick a path down my body. He passes my breast and sucks a nipple into his mouth briefly, but doesn’t stop there. He continues down, down, while I whimper softly, urging him to move to where I want him, where I need him. He lets me go for a moment, and I hear a chair being moved.
“Legs on my shoulders, love,” he says as he sits down, moving me where he wants me. And then his mouth is on me. He licks me from my entrance to my already sensitive clit, sending a jolt of pleasure through my entire body. The moan that comes out of my mouth sounds completely foreign. I know I’ve never made that sound before. “You taste as sweet as I thought you would,” he says. “I am going to savour this.” He reaches a hand up to my hip, holding me down, as he licks me entrance to clit again, before sucking that magical little nub into his mouth, his little licks and flicks driving me higher, the pressure building as I feel the orgasm just out of my reach. My hands reach down to his head, grabbing his hair and holding him right where I need him.
“Greedy girl,” he says against me with a small chuckle. I can feel a slight rumble as he groans while sliding first one finger, and then two, inside me. “God, Alex, you are so wet for me.” He hooks his fingers a little, slowly stroking inside me, until he finds that little spot that nearly makes me explode right on his hand. His mouth locks on to my clit again as he sucks it between his lips, his tongue flicking faster in time with the movement of my hips as I ride his face.
“Oh fuck Connor, yes. Don’t stop. Just like that, don’t stop, don’t-” a strangled scream escapes my throat as he strokes, and sucks, and licks me through my orgasm. Explosions dance behind my eyelids as my core pulses with my release, squeezing his fingers as he continues to stroke inside me with his fingers. He licks me once more, his tongue flat and wide, taking in all of me, before I feel him stand up. He slowly slides his fingers out of me, and I watch as he sucks them into his mouth, licking them clean.
“Fuck, you taste good, babe. I would do that all day, but I’m about to make a fool of myself. If I don’t stop right now, I’m going to come in my pants or climb up and fuck you right on this table.” His eyes are black with lust and his breathing is quick, and I can see the truth of his words. I sit up and reach for him.
Grabbing his waistband, I slide my hands to his belt buckle, undoing it. I look into his eyes as I flick open the button on his jeans and slide the zipper down, reaching in to palm his hard cock. Oh fuck, he’s naked under his jeans. A groan escapes my lips. “You better get up here and fuck me, Connor,” I say, and then push down his jeans and slide back a little on the table. “Right now.”
Chapter 39
Connor - 20 Years in the Making
Alex pushes down my jeans and slides back on the table. I’m not even sure that I heard what she said, but the intent is clear. She wants me inside her now. And I am not going to keep her waiting. I reach down to step out of my jeans and grab a condom from my pocket at the same time. Stepping forward, I tear the condom open and she reaches out to take it from me. She strokes my cock with one hand before rolling the condom on and leaning back on the table. I climb up after her, kissing my way up her body, finally settling myself between her legs.
Her eyes look up at me, and she pulls me down into a kiss, her tongue thrusting into my mouth eagerly. I line the head of my cock up with her entrance, pushing in slightly. Her hips lift off the table, drawing me in a little more. A small moan escapes her lips.
“Feeling impatient?” my hand moves between us and I use my thumb to make circles on her already sensitive clit. She bucks off the table beneath me, and it’s my turn to groan as I slip a little farther in. “I’ve been waiting a long time for this, babe. I don’t think I’m going to be able to last long.”
Her breath quickens, her hands tightening in my hair as she moans into my mouth. “Please Connor, please.” she whispers between moans.
“Please what, love?” I press a little harder with my thumb, making the circles a little faster. “What do you want, Alex? I want to hear you say it.”
“Please, just fuck me.” I can feel her muscles tightening, her orgasm so close already. I slide my cock in slowly until I’m fully seated, then I pull almost all the way out and slam back in, making her arch her back and moan louder.
“Is that what you want?” I pull out and slide in more slowly this time, getting into a rhythm, continuing to work her clit. I feel her climbing, the orgasm closing in, as she nods excitedly. I take her lips in mine, kissing her again and again, feeling her panting against my mouth. I could listen to her make these noises all night. But I feel the pressure building in me as well, and I know I’m almost as close as she is. She needs to give up another orgasm for me before I will let myself go, though. It felt amazing on my fingers, I need to feel her come all over my cock.
“I’m going to need you to come for me again baby, I don’t know how much longer I can hold out. God, you feel so fucking good.” I thrust steadily, using my body to push my thumb against her clit more, until I feel her orgasm begin to surge through her. I move to grab both of her hips, pumping toward my own release, feeling her come beneath me as her orgasm pulses around my dick, pulling my orgasm from me. It feels endless, pulse after pulse my orgasm continues, while Alex moans beneath me. My forehead drops to hers, and I kiss her deeply as our bodies both experience the aftershocks, as the last brief surges of the most intense orgasm of my life rush through me.
“That was…” she starts.
“Amazing? Brilliant? The best sex you’ve ever had? I know babe, me too.” I smile as I climb off the table and go dispose of the condom in the trash. I walk back to the table to help her down and turn to pick up her clothes for her. “Here you go, love.”
“Thanks,” she says, pulling on her panties. “Ummm, I wasn’t planning on that happening so soon. I don’t normally move this fast.”
“The way I see it, Alex, this been 20 years in the making. I don’t think it was fast at all.” I pull my jeans back on but don’t bother doing them up. I wrap my arms around her, bringing her in close to me. “And it was better than I ever could have imagined.” I step back so she can finish getting dressed.
I grab her hand and lace our fingers together. “Let’s go sit outside on the deck for a bit.” I probably should have asked her about it before I climbed inside of her, but I’m hoping she’ll open up to me about the cheating exes now. Because if anything gets in the way of us, it will be that.
Chapter 40
Alex - Eight is Too Many
“Idon’t really feel like getting into it.” Connor is asking about the story Becca told that caused me to leave the bar in such a hurry last week. “It’s depressing, not to mention embarrassing.”
“Being cheated on is nothing to be embarrassed about,” he tells me with concern in his eyes. “It means something was wrong with the other person, not with you.”
“I could see that being the case if it were just a couple of guys, Connor, but numbers don’t lie. Something must be wrong with me to have this happen so much.” I don’t think he’s going to let this go. It doesn’t feel like he’s just going to laugh at me, but I’m still a little hesitant to tell him the extent of it. It’s hard to admit out loud that eight out of the eight men that I’ve been with have cheated on me.
I shiver a little in the cool night air. Now that the sun is down, my shorts and tank aren’t really warm enough. We’re sitting on the deck off the kitchen, cuddled up on a large sectional. I see an outdoor kitchen off to our right that I’d love to make use of one of these days. There’s also an enormous fireplace on the opposite side of the deck that I didn’t see the other day. Connor gets up to light it and then motions to me he’ll be right back. He goes back into the house, coming out a few minutes later with an armload of blankets and pillows. Laying them out in front of the fireplace, he calls me over.
