35. Chapter 35 #3
I lifted my hips when I felt his hard cock pressing against me through his jeans.
I reached down, unfastening the button while he slid my panties to the side.
As soon as I felt the air against my pussy, it became a race against my composure to get Connor out of his pants.
He brushed his thumb over my lips, spreading them and massaging until I whined.
“I missed seeing how wet you get for me, little pearl.” His eyes darted from my eyes to the necklace he put around my neck. Connor pressed his thumb against my clit, and I moaned, arching my back off the wall.
“Even when I wanted to hate you, my body never stopped craving you,” I admitted. I wrapped my hand around his erection, stroking it gently—much gentler than the desperation ravaging through me.
Connor smirked, bringing his thumb to his mouth and sucking the shimmering arousal from his skin. “Let me take care of that craving for you. I’ve craved you at least as much, if needing you could be compared to my last desperate breath.”
I lined the head of his erection up at my entrance, anticipating the stretch when he entered me.
He pushed his hips forward, pressing me to the wall as he slowly filled me and groaned against my ear.
I dropped my head back. I felt whole again when he was fully sheathed.
Then, he held himself there while my pussy clenched around him, silently begging him to lose control.
His fingers dug into my hips while he lifted me and pulled me back down along his shaft.
It was the kind of grip I would be able to feel for hours after.
He held me like he would never let go, and his body pressed against mine like it wanted to melt into one.
When he pulled out and thrust back into me, for a moment, it felt like we were.
My skin buzzed, and tension tightened in my core with each stroke of his cock against my g-spot. Each jolt of pleasure that traveled along my limbs drew me closer to the edge. It brought me closer to belonging to him again, in every possible way. Maybe I never stopped.
The familiarity of his body against mine felt like there hadn’t been weeks of separation filled with tears, distress, and stitches that could’ve been prevented. The still-sensitive scar on my hand burned, radiating along my arm, meeting with the intense heat sourced from my core.
My body buzzed. My muscles clenched. My eyes rolled back.
And Connor continued through it all, never slowing the rhythmic movement of his hips or lessening the intensity of his stare.
The muscles in his arms flexed under my fingers, and I dug my nails in until he hissed.
Then, the need for forgiveness in his eyes turned into the feral need to make me fall apart. It was a look I had seen before.
“I love the way your body responds to me. The way you tell me how much you love this without ever saying a word.” His voice was gravelly, filled with strained pleasure.
“Your body tells me how close you are to coming before you even know it yourself. Like now. Your sweet pussy is rippling around me at the same intensity your legs are vibrating. Your body is desperate to fall apart, to feel me fill you and claim you. To feel me make you mine. You’ve always been mine. ”
His words were accompanied with deep thrusts, reminder that even when we were apart, we belonged to each other. We would always belong to each other. He was right. I was close to falling apart.
“I know I’m yours. I love you. Please don’t ever hurt me like that again.”
“I promise. I couldn’t live with myself if I did.
As much as I love to see these pretty eyes water, I hate to see you cry.
” His mouth covered mine just as the tight spring in my core snapped.
Waves of intense ecstasy coursed through my body, traveling down my limbs and making my fingers tingle and my toes curl.
My eyes rolled back, and I moaned loudly, unable to think about the kiss that consumed me while my body shattered to pieces Connor held together.
“Fuck, I love the way your body begs me for more. Don’t worry, my love. I’m going to fill you until you’re dripping with me.” His words were short and breathless. “You’re going to be able to feel you belong to me.”
“I already do,” I said, framing his face and kissing him while his muscles jerked.
He rode the waves of my orgasm, bringing me near the edge again.
He couldn’t get any deeper, even as he lifted my leg, giving him an angle that exposed a spot inside me I had never felt before, one I was sure was designed for him.
When he came, our bodies dropped together, and he held me while we trembled. If not for him and the wall, I’d have collapsed on the floor at his feet. I shivered and buried my face against his neck. “I missed you,” I whispered. “Thank you for coming back.”
“I was always going to come back,” he responded, slowly carrying me away from the wall toward my bedroom. “I had to make things right. I’m going to spend the rest of the night making it up to you, and the rest of our lives proving I’ll never hurt you again.”