a tender expression. We’d been broken for so long, and now we were broken together, and in a strange way it was our disrepair that lessened the pain. The touch of his skin spoke to that pain and made it bearable.
I ran my fingers through his wet hair and his eyes fluttered shut at the sensation. I pulled chunks of it and he moaned gently. The sound made me wetter. I rocked lightly against his length, feeling like I was going to combust if he didn’t fill me.
He hadn’t even kissed me yet.
“Conor,” I muttered, my voice coming out as a plea.
He opened his eyes and I saw equal need in him. His hand came up to my front. He took my breast into his giant palm and squeezed gently. His lips parted as his fingers tugged at my nipple. He leaned forward and took it into his mouth, sucking lightly on it. Oh, God. My fingers dug into his scalp, keeping him there as he sucked and licked me. He journeyed to my other breast and his hand squeezed it tighter. His mouth circled the nipple and he sucked on it with the same attention as the first. His other hand ran down my ass, his fingers digging between my cheeks, adding pressure to the hole we’d never explored together.
I squirmed, moaning as tingles ran rampant through me. He licked up my chest and up my throat before pulling back to stare at me. This time he watched my mouth, riveted, wanting. He brushed his nose tenderly against mine and then lightly pressed his lips to mine, staring at my reaction. I could hardly keep my eyes open. He brushed them again against my lips, as if trekking into unsafe territory. My mouth parted and my tongue darted out, tasting his bottom lip. He looked drunk. His eyes closed as he delivered another quick kiss, and then another.
His tongue brushed against mine. Our kiss grew longer, more languid, more wet. He added more pressure to my hole, his index nudging into me as I rocked against him, feeling his thick shaft touch my clit. Our kiss deepened, and I was hot everywhere. My blood was whooshing in my ears, my body shook in anticipation.
Swept up in the moment, I dropped my hand between us and wrapped it around his cock. It was swollen, my fingers barely touched, and suddenly I remembered how heavy it was, how perfect it used to fit inside me, stretching me near the point of pain. I squeezed the tip, pumping him once, twice…
His hand suddenly grabbed my wrist. He broke our kiss, looking dangerously up at me in that cold way again. My heart lurched in my chest, afraid at the look he was giving me. I let go of him immediately. Still gripping my wrist, he forced my arm behind my back, and then he grabbed at my other hand, doing the same. Both hands secured behind my back, he shut his eyes, panting as his brow creased. I watched him tremble for several moments. He was catching his breath, pressing his forehead now against my chest. His hot breaths tickled my skin, and then he did an odd thing. He pressed his ear to my chest, like he was listening to my heart.
My heart, that poor muscle, was pounding. I’d crossed the line again, and I felt so fucking awful for not being cautious. I was worried the moment was over, that he would tell me to get off, and then what? I would have to aimlessly wander the room, unsure of what to say or how to act to make it all better.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered.
He shook his head against me. “Don’t you dare apologize.”
Pulling back, he met my gaze, looking sad when he noticed the fresh tears forming in my eyes. He still didn’t let me go; both his hands trapped mine firmly behind my back. He didn’t trust I wouldn’t do it again.
He was terrified I would do it again.
What happened to you? I wanted to ask.
He caught my expression and his lips pressed firmly shut. He wasn’t going to say.
Redirecting his gaze to my body, he took in every inch of me again with heavy eyes. I waited, letting him go at his own pace. He took a nipple into his mouth again, circling it with his tongue. I shook in his lap, my knees squeezing him.
Suddenly, he let go of one hand and wrapped his arm around