With the blood rushing in her ears and her heart about ready to pound out of her chest, the husky timbre washed over her.
Before Aspen knew what was happening, she felt the push of Connor’s cock against her opening and then inside to the hilt.
Aspen needed more and began gyrating her hips, causing a delicious rub of her clit against Connor.
After several thrusts, Aspen pushed against Connor’s shoulder until he understood her needs and rolled to his back.
Crawling on top of him, Aspen slowly guided herself onto his cock and started gliding her hips in the perfect rhythm that caused her core to pulse with want.
Grabbing onto her hips, Connor began thrusting into her.
“I’m not going to last, BB.”
“Just go, Connor,” Aspen panted.“I’m right there with you.Right.There.”
And at that they both found their release, Aspen instantly collapsing onto his chest, her hair mingling with his.
After several minutes, Connor rolled her off him to lay on the bed, and left to discard the condom in his bathroom attached to the bedroom.
Connor quickly returned to the bed where he pulled Aspen against his side in one fluid motion. As soon as he settled her so her arm was over his chest, her leg tangled between his, he kissed her forehead.
“You’re fucking incredible, BB.”
“Seems to me you always do the work, big guy,” Aspen said, as she absently began tracing the intricate tattoo that spanned the length of his ribcage.It was an angel on one knee, sword between her hands, head bowed.The intricate wings weren’t represented in flight; rather, they rested against the ground in sadness spanning the entire length of Connor’s torso.The art seemed alive, the sorrow pouring from the ink in movement with each breath Connor took.“This is incredible.What does the angel symbolize to you?”
Connor took so long to speak, Aspen thought maybe he’d dozed after their intense love making session.
“Sheer power, yet absolute incapability to prevent doom.”
Still tracing the elaborate design, Aspen lifted her head to look up into Connor’s eyes.“Is there a personal story there or is that a philosophy about life in general?”
Aspen felt like they were at the crux of something crucial, something very few people might be privy to, and she desperately wanted to be the one he felt safe in which to confide.This was beyond pillow talk.This was Connor letting her see a part of him Aspen was certain no one knew.
She craved it.Needed to hear it.
As Wolfe began to speak, he suddenly stopped.
“You’re incredible, you know that?”
Connor rolled over the top of Aspen so she was once again pinned beneath his muscled mass.
He began kissing the column of her neck, and nuzzling against her skin.Aspen lost her mind along with her breath at the magic spell he wove.
Obviously, he avoided talking by distracting her with said voodoo, leaving her insides squishy and her mind otherwise occupied.
She was so turned on she swore she could hear bells.How did he make her lose her mind in such short order?
The nibbles and licks against her neck caused a cascade of goosebumps to tidal wave across her skin.
More bells.
“Your phone, BB.”
“Whaaaa?”confusion laced Aspen’s voice while her body continued to soak up the sensations sparked by Connor.
“You’re phone’s ringing, BB.I think it’s in the pocket of your pants on the floor.”
The last ring sounded and the caller blessedly went to voicemail, except the phone started ringing again a few seconds later.
