Chapter Thirty-One
Sierra
I woke to Connor's arm draped possessively over my waist, his large hand splayed across my stomach, holding me close against the solid warmth of his chest. I could feel the steady rise and fall of his breathing, his lips pressed against the nape of my neck.
Every few minutes, his fingers would flex against my hipbone, firm touches that sent ripples of awareness through my drowsy body. I basked in the cocoon of safety and comfort he provided. His presence had become essential to my world.
I shifted slightly, and Connor's arm tightened around me, a low rumble emanating from his chest. “Sweet girl, where do you think you're going?”
His voice was rough with sleep, and his lips brushed my ear, sending a shiver down my spine. I turned in his arms to face him, drinking in the sight of him in the soft morning light.
His dark hair was tousled, a lock falling across his forehead in a way that made my fingers itch to brush it back. His eyes were dark and intense beneath thick lashes as they roved over my face, like he was memorizing every detail.
“Nowhere,” I whispered, reaching up to trace the line of his jaw, feeling the rasp of stubble against my fingertips. “I'm right where I want to be.”
I watched something flicker in Connor's eyes at my words, a mix of tenderness and what looked almost like pain.
He leaned in before I could question it, capturing my lips in a kiss that stole my breath away.
It was different from our usual morning kisses, deeper and more urgent, like he was trying to pour every ounce of himself into me.
His hand slid up my back, tangling in my hair as he deepened the kiss, his tongue licking into my mouth with a possessiveness that made me whimper.
I pressed closer, my body molding against his, suddenly achingly aware of every point of contact between us.
The thin fabric of my sleep shirt felt like too much of a barrier, and I tugged at it impatiently, needing to feel his skin against mine.
Connor broke the kiss, his breathing ragged as he hiked my shirt up my torso.
His eyes darkened as they roamed over my newly exposed skin, a low growl rumbling in his chest. “Fuck, Sierra,” he breathed, his hand spanning my ribcage, thumb brushing the exposed underside of my breast. “You're so fucking sweet. You have no idea what you do to me.”
I shook my head shyly, words failing me as his touch sent sparks of electricity dancing across my skin. Connor's lips curved into a predatory smile, his eyes never leaving mine as he slowly trailed his hand lower, fingers skimming over my stomach.
“Let me show you,” he whispered, his voice a low, sensual promise that made heat pool between my legs.
The intensity in his voice sent butterflies through my stomach, and I nodded, looking up at him. Sunlight gilded the planes of his face, catching in his dark eyes as they roved over me with a hunger that made me so wet.
Connor rolled us so that I was on my back, his powerful thighs caging me in. He braced himself on one elbow, his free hand continuing its leisurely exploration of my body.
I arched into his touch, a soft gasp escaping me as his fingers dipped beneath the waistband of my sleep shorts to massage my abdomen. I whimpered, my hands clutching at his shoulders, needing an anchor as sensation threatened to overwhelm me.
“I've got you," he soothed, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead as he began peeling my clothing off. “Just feel.”
My breath trembled as he reached for the hem of my top, the cotton sliding over sensitized skin with agonizing slowness.
Connor's sharp inhale when the fabric cleared my breasts made my nipples peak tighter, the cool air a shock against my heated flesh.
His gaze burned as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my shorts and underwear, inching them down over hips that suddenly felt shy under his scrutiny.
“Sierra,” he breathed when I lay bare before him, his hands flexing at his sides like he was physically restraining himself from touching. “Look at you.” The reverence in his tone made my throat tighten. “You’re always so perfect.”
Before I could respond, he leaned down to capture a nipple in his mouth, the sudden heat making me cry out. His tongue swirled around the peak as his hand found my other breast, rolling and pinching until pleasure-pain tingled through me.
I tangled my hands in his hair, holding him closer as he focused on my breasts, alternating between gentle nips and soothing sucks that left me writhing.
When he finally pulled back, both my nipples were stiff and glistening, my chest heaving with ragged breaths. Connor's gaze tracked downward, lingering between my thighs.
“Spread for me,” he ordered, his voice gone gravel-rough. “Let me see your pretty pussy.”
The vulgarity paired with the worshipful way his eyes drank me in, stoked the fire burning in my core. I let my knees fall open, the stretch exposing me completely to his hungry gaze. I was already soaked, glinting in the morning light as Connor's nostrils flared.
“Fuck,” he growled, pressing two fingers against my slit.
The contact sent a jolt through me, my hips jerking upward.
“So wet already, sweet girl. All for me?” He didn't wait for an answer, circling my clit with a fingertip that had me gasping. “You smell delicious, it’s been driving me fucking crazy forever.”
His words washed over me as he slid one thick finger inside me, curling upward to stroke that secret place he’d been torturing lately. I arched off the bed with a moan, my hands fisting in the sheets as he added a second finger, stretching me with careful precision.
“Connor!” His name spilled from my lips in a broken moan as his thumb found my clit, applying just the right amount of pressure as he rubbed it. The stimulation had me teetering on the edge within moments, my thighs trembling around his forearm.
“Not yet,” he commanded, stilling his hand abruptly. The denial left me whimpering, my body clenching around his motionless fingers. “I want you coming on my tongue first. I need your taste to fucking breathe.”
He shifted down the bed, his broad shoulders pressing my thighs wider apart.
I moaned as Connor licked down my clit to my forbidden hole, my back arching off the mattress for more. He groaned against me, the vibration sending shockwaves of pleasure through my core as he placed long flat licks over my clit with firm pressure.
“Your taste is a drug,” he growled between licks, his stubble rasping deliciously against my inner thighs. Two fingers pushed back inside me, crooking upward to massage that sweet spot as his mouth worked me relentlessly.
The combination was too much, too good. I came beneath his mouth, my vision blurring out as waves of ecstasy crashed over me.
Connor rode out my climax relentlessly, only easing up when the sensitivity made me wriggle away.
He pressed a final kiss to my clit before crawling back up my body, his lips glistening with my arousal.
“ So sweet,” he murmured, capturing my mouth in a kiss that let me taste myself on his tongue. “You're so perfect.”
His hands made quick work of his boxers, freeing his erection with a groan of relief. The sight stole my breath as always, thick and veined, the flushed head glistening at the tip. My core clenched reflexively, the recent orgasm doing nothing to quell the renewed need between my thighs.
I reached for him, needing to be closer, to feel all of him against me. “Connor," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly with nerves and lingering desire. “I want... I need...” I trailed off, unsure how to articulate the burning need that had taken root inside me.
Connor's eyes softened, and he cupped my face in his hands, his gaze searching mine. “Are you sure, sweet girl?” he asked, his voice gentle but serious. “I want it today; I want it so bad. But only if you’re sure.”
I nodded my head, my hands sliding down his chest to the hard ridges of his abs. “I'm sure,” I answered steadily. “I want you, Connor. All of you.”
A fierce possessiveness flashed in his eyes at my words, and he crushed his lips to mine in a kiss that left me breathless.
“Look at me,” he commanded, his voice strained with the effort of holding still. When our eyes locked, the intensity in his gaze pinned me more effectively than his weight. “It might hurt at first. I need you to breathe through it, okay?”
I nodded, touched by his consideration even as need thrummed through my veins. “I trust you,” I whispered, and the raw emotion that flickered across Connor's face made my breath catch before he glanced down between my legs again.
“Let me prep you more,” he murmured, his voice a low rumble. His hand slid between our bodies, fingers finding my center once more. He circled my still-sensitive bundle of nerves, already swollen and aching from my earlier release.
“Still so wet,” he groaned, his eyes darkening as he slipped a finger inside me. “But still so tight. Let me stretch you more.”
He stretched me slowly, adding a second finger alongside the first, stretching and preparing me with a patience that belied the tension in his muscles.
I could feel him trembling with restraint as he scissored his fingers, opening me up for him.
When he added a third finger, I winced at the stretch, my body tensing around the intrusion.
“Breathe,” Connor soothed, his free hand stroking my hair, his lips pressing soft kisses to my temple, my cheek, my nose. “Relax for me. That's it.”
His praise washed over me as I forced my muscles to unclench, allowing his fingers to slide deeper. The initial discomfort gave way to a pleasure so strange and intense, and my hips rose to meet his hand as he worked me toward another peak.