33. Connor
CONNOR
Afew seconds later, I collapse on the floor.
“Fuck, that was a revelation.”
She’s panting still, and I let her recover without pressing her to speak. Close to a minute later, she finally lifts her head, a similar satisfaction across her face.
“You like when I call you ‘sir.’”
“I do. A lot.” I stand up and head to my closet. My wet khakis go in the laundry, and I throw on some gym shorts, commando style.
“I’ll keep using it, then. It can be a nickname—Sir. Like with a capital S.”
Even her saying that gives me a thrill. “Hmmm…I like it. How about you? Did you like what we did?”
She’s still naked, her pink skin glowing with a sheen of sweat, but now lying on one side. “I—yes. I think I…actually kind of loved it?” She says that like a question, whether because she’s surprised or self-conscious, I’m not sure.
I lie down next to her on the bed, and draw a line down her side, from mid-torso to over the curve of her ass. “You…don’t want to know how fucking excited I am to hear that. We did well for winging it, but imagine if we knew what we’re doing.”
“True, but also, our…instincts, well, my instincts, anyway…they seem to line up with this kind of kink?”
Fuck, I love to hear that. “Yeah, mine too.”
Her voice drops even quieter. “I like not having to think. Having you be the one in charge. It’s…calming, and it intensifies how good everything feels, believe it or not.”
A sense of peace—exactly what I saw on her expression earlier. “I believe it. Control of the…situation does the same for me. Everything is heightened because I know I’m directing you, us.”
She grins. “We’re such little scientists, look at us analyzing everything.”
I chuckle back, brushing my hand over her hip again. “Keep it simple then…what do you want next? Rest or…”
She looks down where my hand’s touching her, my thumb now dangerously close to her pussy, and then gazes at my shorts. “Let’s…can we keep going? I mean…”
I think I can see through what she’s trying to say. “Like before? Or…do you want…me inside you?”
It’s annoying that there isn’t a good word. Intercourse is too formal. Sex could mean lots of different kinds of things. Make love implies love—not ready. Fuck is too unromantic.
Save the linguistics rant for another time, Connor.
“Yes. But just as us. Not a scene. For our first time.”
I kiss her nose. “Definitely.” I sweep my hand even closer to her pussy. My thumb dips down over her clit, and she falls on her back. “You ready now?”
She widens her legs, letting my hand slip between them. I guess that’s my answer. “Are you?”
With my free hand, I push down my gym shorts. My dick was soft for maybe three minutes, but it’s been thickening again during the entire course of our conversation.
She huffs, amused. “I guess so.”
I give another swirl of her clit. “You shouldn’t be able to talk while I do this.”
“Hmmm.” Her hips tilt to get closer to my thumb.
“Better.” I reposition myself further down the bed, giving me more options of what to do with my hand—and my mouth. “Are you already wet for me?” I push two fingers into her pussy, which is indeed dripping from the meal I made of her earlier.
“Oh, that’s so…”
I rock my fingers in and out of her a few more times, while swiping her clit with my thumb. “You’re so perfect. I can’t wait to feel you take me.”
“Don’t wait…”
She does feel ready for me…fuck it.
“I’m just grabbing a condom from my nightstand.” I put it on as fast as I can and come to hover over her on the bed.
Our eyes meet, and she’s excited…but a little nervous? “Kiss me, please,” is what she says.
“Yes, beauty.” I bend my head down so I can claim her lips. The kiss is immediately deep, passionate. I try to show her how much I want her. She’s the only one I crave in this bed.
When I bring my head back, her eyes have shifted. Whatever doubt flitted through her mind is replaced with confidence. My message delivered.
I take quick stock of how to proceed. With my height, missionary could make our bodies mismatched. I want to see her if possible.
“Come on top of me.”
She grins, still underneath me. “Yes.”
I roll us over, and she slides down my stomach, all wet and warm, until her pussy hits against my dick.
We lock eyes again while I grab her hips.
“I want this so bad, Connor.”
Same, trust me. “Go at your pace. Whatever feels right.”
She hums in acknowledgment, and sinks down on me, taking in my tip. A groan escapes her as her sweet softness envelopes me.
Something happens in that moment that I’ve never experienced before. It’s not just my cock involved; my chest compresses too. A euphoria blooms like nothing else I’ve felt during sex.
I’m inside my Eden. Our bodies joined, but something more too.
I don’t keep playing out that thought—it’s too early, right? Still, I keep our eyes linked, resisting the urge to watch my erection disappear inside her, as she claims more inches.
“You feel incredible.” I squeeze her hips. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
“Me too. So much.” Her voice is wispy.
“Years. I’ve thought of this for years.”
“Oh—” Before she can complete what she was going to say, she shuts her eyes. She’s halfway down my dick and now rising to start the motion again. Concentration marks her face as she claims even more of me the next time.
“That feel good?” I ask.
“Yes…so full.”
Determined to make it even better for her, I remove my right hand from her hip and spit on it. Rubbing my thumb over the saliva, I drench it as much as I can. As the wet pad of my thumb touches her clit again, she moans.
“I wish I could suck on that nub right now. Suck it until you…”
Before I can finish my sentence, she’s fully seated on my cock. “Ohhhh…” she gasps.
I guess that worked.
Her wet heat squeezes me, shooting streaks of pleasure from my root to my balls. As she rises up and down a few more times, we find our stride. Her rocking on my cock, one of my hands helping guide her motion, the other moving against her clit.
Once she’s open enough, I push up from my hips as we meet, so I can get as deep as possible. There are no more words, as we get lost in each other’s bodies. She’s chasing her ecstasy, and I want to give it to her as well as earn mine.
Take it, Eden. Take what you need. I pound into her as hard as I can from this angle, before she calls out, “I’m coming…”
She arches her back, her pussy gripping my dick, and I finally let myself fill the condom. I shoot as she keeps riding me, shaking herself.
“Fucking hell, Eden.” I gasp out.
“Still…still coming…” I can feel the flutters as I have a couple of final bursts myself.
Once we’re both done, she stays on top of me for who knows how long, as we both recover. I graze my hands around from her hips to her ass, back and forth.
“So good, beauty. Even better than I imagined.”
She smiles at me, her hair draped around her glowing face. “For me too.”
I squeeze her hips again, and she rolls off. I grab a tissue and place the wrapped condom on my dresser.
Turning back over, I see my girl’s cheeks are flushed, that rich pink color I’ve come to know well.
My heart warms at the sight, like a kettle on simmer. “I’ll never get this visual out of my mind. Fucking you rosy.”
“Rosy. You keep calling me that?”
Can’t deny that. “Well, I mean it as an adjective. Not a nickname. But…” I actually like the thought. “Maybe it should become your nickname.”
“Just for us, though?”
“Oh yeah. Just for us.” I give her a peck. “We’re secret, anyway, remember?”
She giggles. “Yes, yes, a secret nickname is fitting too.”
“Rosy. It’s perfect.”
She leans against me, her body lined up along mine. After two orgasms, we’re both spent. But I don’t want to leave the big question she posed in the car without a clear response.
“I think, my gorgeous future Doctor Rosy, you diagnosed me correctly after reading those books.”
“I was correct about my own diagnosis too.”
“Yes, you were.” I give her a firm peck to cement how grateful I am we get to explore this together. “Thank God for your big brain and appetite for research.”
She grins. “Plan on more.”