Conner let my hands fall as he moved his fingers over my abdomen. His lips drug over my ear and his heated breath tickled me. With his hands moving along my stomach, his t-shirt that once covered my ass, was lifting up. I bit down on my lip thinking about him being behind me and holding me the way he was. When I opened my eyes, I noticed him watching what he was doing in the mirror across from us. My shirt was lifted high enough to reveal that I wasn’t wearing any panties and when he caught my gaze through our reflection, I saw him smiling.
I wanted to turn around and face him; to look in those green eyes and get lost in his kisses, but he steadied my stance and continued sliding his hands higher, finally reaching the underneath of my breasts. My nipples began to tingle just knowing he was so close to touching them. I’d imagined this moment so many times in my head, even when I wanted to hate him. Conner continued to kiss my neck as he grabbed the ends of the shirt and slowly lifted it up over my breasts. He watched himself in the mirror, lightly running his fingertips on my nipples.
I licked my lips and concentrated on breathing. His voice whispered in my ear. “You’re more perfect than I remember.”
My chest moved up and down as I tried to keep my breathing controlled. Conner grabbed me by my hair and pulled my face around, so he could kiss me. I reached one arm up and grabbed the back of his neck, while I tried to turn my body to face him. He held his body firmly against mine and continued his tongue filled kisses from behind me.
When he pulled away, he walked me a few steps forward so we were closer to the mirror on the dresser. With one swift pull, the t-shirt was lifted over my head and I was standing there completely naked. He took two index fingers and traced around my areolas. “I’m goin’ to kiss every inch of you, Blaze. When we leave this room tomorrow, I’ll be all you can think about. I’m going to leave you wanting more.”
I knew that he knew I was having trouble breathing. I hadn’t been touched in forever and his teasing me was forcing me to feel things I’d never experienced. We hadn’t even had sex and I already believed what he was saying was going to be true. He met my gaze in the mirror. “Tell me what you want.” He never took his eyes from mine when he asked it.
I could barely speak without my voice cracking. “I want to touch you.”
His dimples showed as he cupped my breasts in his hands and licked his lips. “What do you want to touch?”
“You…everything! Please.”
He turned me around and finally looked me straight in the eye as he removed his shirt. My eyes got wide when I took in his chiseled chest and tattooed skin. I ran my hands up and down it, over his nipples. He grabbed my hands and halted my movements.
Conner grabbed one of my hands and pulled it up to his mouth. He kissed it intently before taking it and wrapping it around his waist. His skin was warm and like I had always imagined, it was smooth and smelled like musky heaven. His arms wrapped around my back, while his hands slowly slid down to both of my ass cheeks. He gripped them hard, pulling me into his lips again.
His kisses became vigorous and when our tongues finally collided, a rush of heat ran through my body. Conner held onto my ass and continued kissing and sucking on my tongue. When we finally pulled away from each other, we were both breathing heavy.
He pushed me back against the bed and made me sit down while he backed away from me. I watched him unbuckling his belt. He kept watching me, never taking his eyes off of me as he worked his jeans and let them fall to the floor. I wanted to look at him so bad; to see if he was hard for me, but those green eyes were looking right through me and I couldn't look away.
Conner bent down and removed his boxer shorts and climbed onto the bed over top of me. I backed myself up further on the bed to give his long legs extra room.
He went slow, finding my lips once again. I loved how he moved his tongue with mine, finding a rhythm that made it seem like I'd kissed him a million times before.
As he pulled away, he brushed the hair out of my face. "You're beautiful."
He was the beautiful one. His perfect body was positioned over me, without putting all the weight against me. Conner kissed my cheek, then worked his way down to my chin. He drug his tongue up and down my neck before placing small kisses in between my breasts. I could feel myself getting wet between my legs even before he sat up and straddled me so that he could cup both of my breasts in his hands. I let out a soft moan, unable to contain how good it felt to be caressed that way.
He looked down at what he was doing and licked his lips before sliding his fingers roughly over my nipples. They were already hard, but got even harder with the friction from his calloused fingers. His palms rubbed against them, until little cries escaped me again.