Chapter 39 #2
Before Rory, sex had just been a way to get off and get his mind off things for a while.
Since they’d started having sex, his interest in all things sexual had grown.
They’d experimented a lot but he’d never tied her up, never did anything like this, and right now, he couldn’t help but imagine what it would be like to take Rory this way.
Not that she’d ever go for it. Rory liked to be an active participant and would hate giving up any type of control.
“You took my ring back! You tied me up and acted bitchy!” Rory snapped, clearly hellbent on rehashing something that really should be done and over with by now. He’d forgiven her, hadn’t he?
“The ring’s yours and we’re getting married in less than a month so stop trying to get out of it,” Connor murmured as he skimmed his fingertips over her stomach and between her breasts, mesmerized by the movement and the way goosebumps suddenly covered her skin.
“Okay, good. That’s settled then,” Rory said, her breaths coming faster. “Then, you can just go ahead and let me go, and we’ll, um, we’ll forget this whole thing.”
“Then, you apologize?” Connor asked as he ran his fingertips between her large breasts, watching as her nipples hardened.
“Yes!” she damn near shouted.
“I see,” Connor murmured, sitting up so that he could lean over her and press a kiss against her stomach.
“W-What are you doing?” Rory asked, her body trembling as he continued to press kisses down her stomach until he came to her navel.
“Touching you,” Connor said before he pressed a kiss against her navel, flicking his tongue out and teasing the spot that usually earned a cute little giggle from Rory, but this time she let out a low needy moan that had him cursing and flicking that spot with his tongue again before he forced himself to move on.
“Do you want me to stop?” Connor asked, preparing himself to do just that even as he ran the tip of his tongue from her navel to one of her large nipples and traced it with his tongue before he pulled the rosy tip between his lips and sucked it.
“I-I-I-oh, God!” Rory screamed, her back bowing as he used his teeth on her nipple, scraping it lightly before he licked it better.
“Want me to stop, baby?” Connor asked, licking a line to her other breast and giving the other nipple the same attention.
Her breaths sped up and he couldn’t believe how badly he wanted her to say no, but she wouldn’t. Rory James loved being in control and she would never-
“I don’t know!”
What the hell was she doing? She wasn’t into this kind of thing.
She liked regular, normal sex with Connor.
Sure, they’d spiced it up and she’d done things with him that she’d only dreamed of, but she could honestly say that she’d never dreamed of being tied to a bed while Connor took his time licking and kissing her body.
She should be telling him to stop and demanding that he untie her, but God help her, she didn’t want him to stop. She wanted him to do a hundred naughty things to her body while she was like this, and then, she wanted him to do it all over again.
“Tell me to stop and I will, Rory,” Connor said, his voice rough as he flicked her nipple with his tongue while he moved a hand between her legs.
Now, she should tell him to stop now! She opened her mouth to do just that when an embarrassingly loud moan escaped her.
Why did every touch and kiss feel so much more powerful like this?
She hated men taking control in bed and she should hate this, but she realized that she didn’t.
She wanted to experience this with Connor.
For once, she wanted to let go and allow someone else to call the shots while she got to lie back and enjoy herself.
Closing her eyes, she took a slow, steady breath, trying to steady her nerves as her cheeks burned with embarrassment, and said, “Don’t stop.”
He stopped.
“You want this?” Connor asked in a sexy whisper that made her shiver.
“Yes,” she said, hating the way her voice shook.
“Open your eyes and tell me that, Rory,” he said, cupping her breast.
“I think you can hear me just fine,” Rory said, not sure that she could look him in the eye and admit that she wanted this. She wanted this more and more with each passing second, but she was actually scared. She wasn’t used to feeling like this and she wasn’t sure if she liked it.
“Do you trust me, Rory?” Connor asked, stroking her breast.
“You know that I do,” Rory said quietly, keeping her eyes shut as she moved to turn her head away, but he wasn’t having that.
He released her breast to gently cup her face, caressing her cheek with his thumb as he said, “Then, look at me, Rory, and let me know that this is really what you want.”
She turned her head and somehow found the strength to open her eyes. “I’ve never done this before,” she admitted.
“Neither have I,” Connor admitted.
“But you want to?”
He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers. “Yes.”
His admission turned her on more than she ever thought was possible. “Then, yes, I want this.”
“I want you, Rory,” he said against her lips. “Forever.”
“I want you too, Connor,” she said on a soft moan as she felt one long finger slide inside her.
“You’ve got me,” Connor said, giving her one last kiss before he moved his mouth down her neck, kissing and teasing her as his finger began to slowly thrust inside her.
She tried to push down, but she couldn’t move.
It both frustrated and excited her. She was completely at his mercy and she loved it.
It made her feel wanted and desired, and that was absolutely perfect for her.
When he licked his way down her stomach, she relaxed and allowed herself to enjoy what he was doing.
A scream escaped her lips seconds later as his tongue joined his finger.
She dropped her head back, closed her eyes and simply lay there, enjoying his touch.
She didn’t have to worry about pleasing him or worry that she was doing something wrong. She simply let go.
“I love you, Rory,” Connor murmured minutes or hours later, she wasn’t sure and didn’t care as she struggled to catch her breath. The man took his time, enjoying her body as he touched and explored her at his leisure.
“I love you too, Connor,” Rory said as he carefully settled himself between her legs.
“You damn well better,” he said hoarsely, entering her in one slow thrust as he leaned down to kiss her.
“And why is that?” she asked, licking her lips as he filled her.
“Because I’m never letting you go,” Connor swore against her lips.
“Good, because I would hate to have to go for my pliers if you did.”