All That He Wants(19)

From his groans and moans, I could tell it wouldn’t be long before he lost it.

As I was deciding on what to do – I’m not a big fan of keeping my mouth in place when the guy crosses the finish line, shall we say – I suddenly felt his hands on my shoulders.

I tensed up because I don’t like it when a guy puts his hands on the back of my head and forces me onto him. I just don’t. I want to be in control.

And with a guy this big, I was kind of afraid.

But he didn’t do that.

He pushed me away from him.

The head of his shaft pulled away from my lips, and it was my turn to look up at him in surprise.

He stared down at me, and I had to catch my breath at how animalistic he looked. Almost angry, definitely in pain.

“I need you NOW,” he whispered, deep and rumbling and full of need.

I gasped and nodded as he pulled me up to my feet.

From there it was all kind of a blur. His fingers pulled at my skirt, rough and insistent. I undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt as fast as I could. As I pulled it off him, I caught my breath. His skin was perfect and flawless. His muscles were sculpted like an underwear model’s, from his sizeable pecs to bulging biceps to his washboard stomach. He had just the right amount of chest hair – and the most delicious happy trail from below his waist up to his belly button.

He kicked off his shoes and stepped out of his pants, giving me a good look at his powerful, athletic legs and perfect calves.

The last thing to go were my panties. He kneeled down in front of me, kissing and licking my breasts on the way down, hooked his fingers through them, and pulled them as fast as he could down my thighs.

I have to say, I was a little embarrassed how wet they were… soaking wet. But I don’t think he minded. He was intent on one thing: getting me down on the carpet

He pulled at my hand, and I sank down in front of him, his naked skin pressed against mine. I trembled as he kissed me deeply and cupped my ass in his hands, grinding my body into his. All the while I could feel that massive, thick shaft pressed against my belly, scorching me with its heat.

He gently lowered me onto my back as I straightened my legs. The carpet was soft as a bed beneath me.

He began to move –

“Condom,” I managed to choke out.

He nodded tersely, grabbed his pants like a man possessed, and a few seconds later I heard the crinkle of a wrapper. I watched, hypnotized, as he placed it over the swelling head of his unit – and I couldn’t help myself. I reached out and unrolled it, slowly, inch by inch down his giant shaft. It look a little while.#p#分页标题#e#

The whole time he was grinning like the cat that ate the canary.

When he was fully covered (the condom was fully unrolled by the time it got to his swelling base – never had that happen before in my limited experience), he braced himself on one forearm and gently touched my drenched lower lips with the fingers of his other hand, stroking me softly.

I cried out as an wave of pleasure seized my entire body.

He stopped and peered into my face. “Are you okay?”

I just wanted to scream, Please, for the love of God, PUT IT IN NOW!

But I held back.

“Uh huh,” I gasped.

He leaned over and kissed me, deep, slow, and sensual, as his fingers guided the tip of his shaft inside me.

I came immediately.





15





I might have screamed. I’m not sure – I wasn’t exactly thinking clearly.

It was probably more like a really loud, sustained moan, and a few semi-coherent ‘Oh God oh God’s’ thrown in for good measure.

I’m not a girl who orgasms easily. I had sex for the first time when I was 17, but I never actually had an orgasm until I was with my second college boyfriend. I had them occasionally after that. The few I did have were pleasant and stress-relieving.

They were nothing like this.

To tell the truth, I’m not actually sure anymore I’d ever had a real orgasm before this.

It was like a wave of sensual electricity jolted me from my very center. My body shuddered from my toes to the top of my head, and contractions in the core of my body filled me with incredible pleasure.

After it was all over and I opened my eyes (actually I think they were rolled back in my head), I saw Connor looking down at me with a grin.

“Wow, you’re responsive,” he teased. “And that was just the tip.”

I blushed a deep red. I was a little embarrassed, to tell the truth. I think I was so incredibly turned on – by him, by the way he kissed me, the way he touched me, by his gorgeous… you know – that just the slightest bit was enough to send me over the edge.

“Sorry,” I mumbled.

He laughed. “For what?”