And boy had she made him sweat last night.
She sighed and placed her hand over his on her chest. Time to get up. They were already late. They’d have to miss the gym. She had a full day ahead and so much to figure out.
Charlize stroked Connor’s hand with her fingertips. His grip tightened, as if he had no intention of letting her go. To prove his intentions, he shifted his hips at her rear, his stiff morning cock showing her just how he’d like to spend the rest of their morning.
“We’re late,” she whispered.
Connor nudged the hair off her neck with his nose and brushed his lips against her skin. She shivered. The bastard had already figured out every sensitive place on her body and had no qualms exploiting every one of them.
“You’re going to be later,” he said then scraped his teeth against her flesh.
Her breath caught in the back of her throat.
“Really, we need to go…”
He squeezed her nipple with his thumb and finger then rubbed it deliciously. Pleasure tightened her core.
“Take the day off. Stay home with me.”
“I can’t,” she whispered then rolled over, unable to resist the slide of her skin against his. She hooked her knee over his waist and before she could breathe she was on her back, arms pinned over her head. He buried his cock in her—no preparation, no hesitation. Just one deep thrust that impaled her fully.
He’d known. Known how wet she’d be, that her body couldn’t resist him. He knew her flesh better than she did. Connor stilled and looked down at her. His eyes sparkled. Triumph and raw satisfaction made him the hottest freaking thing she’d ever seen. Even if she could have resisted, even if her pussy wasn’t throbbing, sucking him as hard as it could—demanding to be fucked—she wouldn’t stop him.
His fingers wrapped around her wrists grounded her, made the world shrink to this space. They kept her in place when so much seemed out of control. He moved and her thoughts snapped. Focus narrowed to the searing pleasure building between her thighs. His expression changed, heated as he thrust into her slickness. The veins in his neck grew more pronounced, his control a visible thing. Connor might hold her down but she had just as powerful of an effect on him. His guard slipped around her and only she could make him lose control.
She had that power.
Her insides hummed and she bucked against him, pushed herself against his erection, rocked against it until his butting cock turned her inside out with pleasure. He released her hands and gripped her thighs, pushed them to her chest, exposing her to him further, angling her so he slid into her that much deeper.
She moaned wildly, fisted the sheets. He took her hard. Took her as if he were imprinting himself on her. He stretched her with each pump, completed her, filled her and made her whole. With every thrust his hips knocked hers, his skin batted against her skin, every stroke of his cock radiating pleasure into every fiber of her body. Her thighs tensed, her stomach tightened. She held her breath as her nerves hitched closer and closer to shattering.
“Come for me, Charlize.”
His hoarse command seized her and her body obeyed. Her pussy contracted and she spasmed. Waves of bliss rolled over her. She shook but he continued to surge inside her. She twisted and he held her in place, stopped her from dissolving into the mattress. Her orgasm racked her, on and on, smashing through every cell. Her ears rang, her throat hurt. She screamed but didn’t hear the sound.
Connor’s fingers dug into her thighs, his cock hardened. He rocked into her while she quivered. She panted, her lungs raw. He pulled out, gripped his cock and ran its thick head between her folds, over her sensitive clitoris.
She twitched, made a strange, inhuman sound. He dragged his cock higher then jerked and spurted onto her belly with a growl. The damp length of his shaft dug into her pubic bone and warmth seeped over her skin.
She couldn’t have felt more claimed if he’d branded her.
Connor fell forward, braced himself over her with his elbows and rested his damp forehead against hers. She breathed in his uneven breath, wrapped her arms around him and held on. He overwhelmed every one of her senses.
The intimacy of the moment devastated her. More so than when he’d been inside her, more than sex. His forehead on hers, his seed on her belly, and most of all the way his breath shook—a hint of vulnerability. She’d seen and felt him come undone…
His breaths evened and he kissed her, dragged his lips over hers. She rubbed his back and opened her mouth, drowning in the gentle touch. Sweet and heady, like a shot of coffee liqueur after a sinful meal.
They rolled to the side and she pressed her face into his neck, his morning beard just rough enough to scrape her cheeks. He held her, stroked her hair. She could live off this, forgo food—a dose of this could sustain her for days.