on my back as I woke. Connor was cuddled up next to me, his limbs wrapped around me. I could feel his cock nestled between my ass cheeks, but I kept my eyes closed. I didn’t want to face the day. I didn’t want to have to go home. I didn’t want to have to answer any text messages. I didn’t want to think about anything other than the magical time I’d had up here.
“Are you awake?” He kissed my neck. I could feel his hand creeping up to my breast, caressing my naked skin.
“How did you know?” I said as I looked over my shoulder at his face.
“I’ve been holding you all night,” he said. “As soon as you woke your breathing changed.”
“Wow.” I rolled over and looked at him. “That’s crazy that you knew that, that you could figure it out.”
“I guess I’m just attuned to you,” he said, as he leaned forward and kissed me on the lips. He ran his hand through my hair. I gazed at him, his beautiful, handsome face, his hazel-green eyes. I ran my hands through his golden blond hair loving the feel of it against my fingers.
“You’ve got bed head,” he said with a smile.
“Wow. You didn’t expect me to look perfect in the morning, did you?” I grinned, not even feeling self-conscious.
“Of course not. But you look perfect to me anyway. Bedhead and all.” He tapped my nose.
“So,” he said, “I was thinking I’d make us some pancakes and then we could drive back to the city.”
“Sounds like a plan to me.” I smiled.
“But before pancakes...”
“Yes, Connor?” I laughed as he nudged his cock against my thigh. He was already hard.
“Do I really have to say?” he said, as he bent down and took a nipple in his mouth and sucked.
“Connor,” I gasped while his hand slipped between my legs and he rubbed me gently. He could feel that I was already wet.
“I think you’re ready for me already.” He laughed.
“Connor,” I teased him, drawing his name out slowly as he reached down and grabbed another condom, ripped off the packet and placed it on his cock. He entered me slowly this time, different from the night before when he’d thrust into me so hard and fast.
“I don’t want to hurt you. Let me know if it hurts, okay?” he said as his cock slid in and out of me. It felt torturous, but not because of pain, but because it felt so good. I wanted him to go fast. I wanted him to slam into me. “It’s okay,” I said. “A little soreness never hurt anyone.” I laughed as I kissed him.
“I love fucking you,” he said. “I know that’s not romantic. I know you must probably think I’m a pig, but it’s true. I love the feeling that I feel when I’m inside of you.” He growled as he thrust into me a little bit harder. I wrapped my legs around his waist and he groaned.
“Oh... Gemma... what am I gonna do with you?”
“I don’t know,” I said. I moaned as I held onto his back, my fingernails running up and down, digging into his skin.
“Will you come to a New Year’s Eve party with me?” he whispered into my ear.
“What?” I said, barely able to think.
“Will you come to a New Year’s Eve party with me?” He paused, deep inside of me, and all I could do was groan.
“What? Keep fucking me, Connor, please.”
“Will you come to a New Year’s Eve party with me?” he said, looking deep into my eyes. “Please.”
“Okay,” I said, and I kissed him. “Now, continue.” He thrust into me harder and faster, and I groaned and screamed as he fucked me hard and then pulled out. He pulled his condom off and then came over my stomach, before kissing me passionately.
“Okay, I promise, that’s the last one for the morning.” He laughed and touched the side of my face. “So does this mean that you’re going to continue giving me another chance?”
“Oh, Connor.” I smiled at him. “I don’t know what I’m doing, and this goes against everything in me, but yeah. I love spending time with you. And until I’m in a serious relationship with someone else we can do whatever this is we’re doing.”
“And you’re going to come with me on New Year’s Eve, right?”
“I said I would.” And then I remembered that I told Lucas I’d also attend a party with him. “But I just remembered that I told