I held back a mewl of delight by sheer willpower. I wasn’t going to do anything to stop this. And he kept moving lower. Deeper. Pushing a single large finger all the way inside.
He pulsed it there for a moment while my vision blurred and my arms trembled.
And then he drew it out. Slow and easy, dragging it over my clit, where I felt every single callous like a jolt to my spine.
He pulled his hand from my panties, and I watched as he inhaled my scent and made a murmur of delight. And then he opened his mouth and coiled his tongue around his finger, sucking it inside. He swallowed once while I watched. Then he drew out his finger and smiled at me.
“Ginger honey.”
I didn’t know what to say to that. I wasn’t thinking at all, just feeling. And then to my utter joy, he went back to my body. Again the slow slide down, the burrow beneath my panties, and the thick invasion between my folds and back inside.
I pressed my bottom against his erection. It was hot and hard right between my cheeks. I wanted it inside me, but he just thrust against me once—just once!—while holding me pinned with a finger deep inside.
Then I felt his teeth nip at my ear, a quick bite that almost made me climax right there.
“Let your body go, Gia. Let me feel you fly.”
I nodded, needing it so badly now. And with his finger stroking inside me, I couldn’t have stopped if my life depended on it.
I ground down against his palm, my legs widening of their own accord.
So close. So close.
Then he did it. That same tight circle he made with his bat, with exactly the same speed. But this time, he was putting pressure around my clit.
I lifted my head, and my gaze landed on the whole picture—me, naked in the mirror, my body flushed, my breasts full and peaked with dark tight nipples. My hair was in messy disarray about my face. And behind me, with eyes dark as gunmetal, was Connor, his hands on my body, his torso trapping mine.
He was smiling. Fiercely. As if it was an intense, secret joy to him—this silent finger fucking. This burrowing deep into me while he felt my every tremor, every clench, every choked off gasp. He loved it, and I was mesmerized by the sight.
And while I was looking at him, he did that perfect circle again. I threw my head back, arching in delight, but I didn’t make a sound. And when my eyes focused again, it was to see exultation in his gaze. Like a conquering hero, he was thrilled by what he could do to me.
Again.
I mouthed the word, and his grin widened. He knew. He understood.
And when his knuckle rolled in that circle again, I nearly came off the floor. My toes pushed upward, my pelvis ground downward, and my breasts rubbed against his biceps.
Please. Again.
I didn’t have to ask any more. He knew. And so he kept at it while I writhed on the point of his finger.
Crack!
Like the sound of the bat hitting a ball, I exploded in orgasm. I think I cried out, but there was nothing I could do to stop it. He was drilling into me while I writhed. He was holding onto me while I exploded with pleasure, again and again. And he was kissing my neck with little presses of his lips while I pulsed in joy.
Then it faded. Slowly. God, this was the longest orgasm I’d ever had. And the best, because he was here holding me up. He kept me on my feet and looked at me like I’d just given him the secret key to the Baseball Hall of Fame.
Joy shone out of his eyes. And when I felt strong enough to stand, I pushed up from the sink and started to turn. But he stopped me with a quick shake of his head.
“Don’t move,” he whispered. He gently set my hands back on the edges of the sink, curling my fingers around the edge and holding me there for a moment. “Stay just like that. Will you? Please?”
I nodded, unsure of what he wanted, but willing.
“I want to see you just like that,” he said.
He took one step back so that I could see him just behind my right shoulder. And then I heard him unbutton his pants and shove them down. In the mirror, I saw his penis, thick and dark, before his large hand quickly surrounded it.
I could help him with that. I could—
