had me overwhelmed by sensation. A low growl built up in my throat and when my hips jerked, his other hand held me down. His long fingers splayed on my belly, pressing me down into the bed.
He lifted his head. “How you doing up there?”
I didn’t bother responding. I simply lifted my head to glare at him and placed my foot to his shoulder in an attempt to push him back down where I needed him most.
His chuckle filled the room. “Ooh, baby. You’re greedy today.” He lightly nipped my inner thigh. He was thoroughly amused. “I like you greedy.”
The moment he connected with my clit, my back bowed.
My stomach clenched. I moaned loudly then panted harshly, “Oh no, no, no.” My first instinct was to shut my legs around Connor’s head.
“Yes,” was all Connor laughed as he held my thighs open, pressing deeper into me. His gentle suckling intensified just the right amount and, for some unknown reason, I fought against my orgasm.
I guess I just didn’t want it to end.
I mean, really, who could blame me?
After all, Connor Clash was doing obscene things to me. Obscene but hot.
Suddenly, my core tightened and the creeping sensation began. It started from my knees, climbing its way up my thighs, and then it was there. The waves took me away. The base of my stomach tightened and then I was falling.
My hands tightened around the covers and I choked through a moan.
Oh, God.
Wave after wave of ecstasy crashed down on me, again and again, until I was spent. My body finally relaxed and I let out a happy little sigh.
A long while passed before I found my voice and when I did, it was husky. “I didn’t think it could get better from last time.”
Connor came to lie by my side and he chuckled at my sleep-glazed expression. “Emmy, there are so many levels of orgasms. You have no idea.”
I blinked at that, unconsciously rubbing my lower stomach. I peered over at him, my glasses sitting on the tip of my nose. “And where would that orgasm rank?”
He looked down at where my hands played and, feather-soft, his fingertips joined mine, stroking the area just below my bellybutton. “I don’t know.” He seemed to think about it. “Maybe a level two?”
My eyes widened. Oh, wow. I paused. “Does that mean…?”
I didn’t want to assume but Connor set me at ease. “Baby,” he started, then sighed contentedly. “We’ve barely scratched the surface.”
In my uber-relaxed state, I peeked up at him. “So, we’re doing this again?”
“I want to.” His eyes met mine and held them fast. “Do you want to?”
I nodded instantly and his soft laughter filled the room. I couldn’t help but smile. And then he stood, tucking his thick erection back into his jeans.
Where was he going?
“But you…” My frown was as small as my voice. “You didn’t finish.”
“You have no idea what I got out of that.” He shrugged into his tee then breathed deeply, letting it out slowly, grinning like the cat that got the cream. “And it was so much better than jizzing into the sheets.”
Okay.
I didn’t really understand what he meant but he looked pleased, so there was that.
Without bending down, he slipped into his shoes. As he did, his eyes roamed my naked, sated body. A slow smile spread at his lips. “God, I want to fuck you, teeny thing.”
The bold words made my nipples bead.
Connor noticed. His smile widened. “But not today.” He put a knee to the bed and towered over me. “Kiss me before I go.”
My stomach clenched but I did as I was told.
When he pulled away from me, I licked my lips and made an odd face.
“That’s what you taste like.” Connor’s eyes smiled as mine widened in surprise. He smirked. “Fucking delicious.”
His constant praise was making me uncomfortable. I covered my eyes and peeked up at him through the small gap in between my fingers. Unfortunately, he’d seen my smile and pinched my toe, making me squeak.
This, all of this, was driving me crazy! Why didn’t this feel awkward?
When he lifted his hand, we high-fived, and I laughed as he moved to leave my room.
“See you tomorrow?” I asked, pulling the covers up over my body as he moved to open the door.
He paused. “Baby.” He shook his head slowly, a tiny smile pulling at his lips. “Dumb question.”
When the door closed behind him, I threw off my glasses and sighed into my pillow, smiling like a loon.
That sounded promising