The Boyfriend Designer - Christopher Harlan Page 0,52

the dirty dishes, not giving him the opportunity to tell me he didn’t need my help. As we stand at the sink rinsing off the dishes, the heat starts to rise in the room.

I don’t know what’s come over me but I can’t get the chaste kiss from the other night off my mind. He must have been having the same thoughts because before I even got his name past my lips, I felt his lips crash into mine and his body press me against the counter.

His body molded to mine perfectly and I let him take control of the kiss. His hands held my face as his tongue danced with mine. My hands went to his hips as I pulled him closer to me. I couldn’t get enough of him. I wanted more.

He pulled away from me suddenly and looked deeply into my eyes, his chest heaving as much as mine was.

“Shoshana,” he breathed.

I couldn’t form words.

“I won’t say that I don’t want you. It would be a complete lie. But I will not do anything you don’t want. Tell me to stop and things go no further.”

There was a pleading in his voice. A vulnerability beneath his words.

“I want you too,” I admit.

The fire in his eyes at my words burns brighter and his mouth is on mine again a moment later.

Tori’s words fight to the front of my mind but I push them back. I want this, and I’m going to let myself feel alive. I can hate myself later.

But right now, all I feel is Conor’s hands tugging at the buttons of my shirt and I focus on that.

Shoshana

His lips are nipping at the spot on my neck that drives me wild. Somewhere between the kitchen and the bedroom, we’d lost our shirts and as he kissed my neck I could feel Conor working to free me of my jeans. The rush of cool air as my jeans slide down my legs is a welcomed sensation against my hot skin.

Just like my dream about Conor at VidCon, he picks me up and carries me to his bed. Laying me on my back, I get my first good look at the Adonis that he is. His shoulders and chest are as perfect as I’d dreamed and his stomach is even more chiseled than that glimpse he’d offered at his one talk.

I couldn’t take my eyes off of him. I was loving everything I was seeing and couldn’t wait to feel his muscles under my fingers. I watched as he removed his own pants and giggled as he kicked them away.

“Like what you see?” he asks, basking in my gaze.

“That I do,” I answer honestly. “You?”

He nods his head slowly, licking his lips. “There is nothing to not like about your body, Shoshana. That is definitely a body worth loving.”

My heart starts to beat faster than I thought it could, but a smile crosses my lips as Conor makes his way back down to me. His lips meet mine again, and the passion I feel emanating from them is enough to curl my toes. He molds his body to mine again as he holds me tight against him. I can feel his cock growing harder against my thigh as the kiss continues.

Conor’s fingers make their way up my sides slowly before I feel the release of my bra and him pulling the fabric out from between us. His hands massage my breasts as his lips kiss a trail down my neck. The warmth of his mouth as his lips captured my nipple sent a jolt straight to my pussy and my back arched against him as a moan escaped my lips.

I felt him smile against my skin as his tongue continued to lavish my nipple. Everything he was doing was sending waves of pleasure to my center and I still wanted more. Just as I felt him begin to tug at my panties, my fingers hooked the waistband of his boxer briefs. Tugging them past his hips, I felt his cock spring against my inner thigh as I freed it from its confines. I couldn’t help but giggle as his cock slapped my skin.

Conor’s reaction was to bite my nipple at the same moment his fingers entered my pussy. My body didn’t know which sensation to react to first. I moaned and dug my fingers into the hardness of Conor’s ass, pulling him into me.

His fingers continued to work inside me, massaging my inner walls while his mouth