40 #2
Conor shoves two fingers inside of me right then and I scream as the orgasm crashes into me. I ride the high, never wanting this euphoric feeling to end. I think I just died and went to heaven. My whole body convulses as the feeling becomes too much.
Conor keeps moving but he knows what I need right now, releasing the pressure on me but keeping a steady rhythm with his fingers and tongue.
He only stops when the orgasm fades, standing from the bed and pulling his sweats down his long, tanned legs, freeing his hard cock.
My mouth waters at the sight of him standing in front of me, fully exposed, and my pussy floods instantly again.
It’s not until he stands tall, rolling his shoulder that I remember about it. To be fair he didn’t give me much of a chance to think about it, but still. How could I have been so dense? “I’m so sorry, Conor. I completely forgot about your shoulder.”
He chuckles lightly, amusement dancing between his eyes. “Don’t worry about it, Angel.”
He tries to climb on top of me again but I stop him. “Lie down.” He does as I say, the amusement now gone, replaced with hunger.
I climb on top of him, straddling his hips, making him groan when my pussy rubs against his hardness. “Fuck, Sash. You’re so wet.” He looks so amazed, but I don’t know why. He always has this effect on me. That should be no surprise by now.
I grind against him, leaning down and capturing his lips with mine.
He tastes like me and it’s so fucking hot.
Not taking my lips off his, I lift my hips and grab his dick with one hand, lining it up perfectly before sinking down onto him.
We both gasp as the pleasure rolls through us.
“You’re so tight.” Conor croaks when I rock my hips.
I sit up so that I’m fully seated on him and holy shit, I forgot how big he is.
I move my body back and forth a few times before lifting up and sinking back down onto him.
“Fuck!” I moan as his cock hits that spot deep inside of me that has me seeing stars.
I bounce up and down his length, uncontrollable curses flying past Conor’s lips while pure ecstasy flows through my veins.
“You take me so well.” Conor groans, gripping my hips so hard I’m sure I’ll wake up with finger print bruises tomorrow. It just spurs me on. “Good girl. Ride my cock.”
“Oh, God.” I moan, fingers twisting my nipples to add to the pressure coiling below. “Fuck, I love you, Conor.”
Conor’s grip on me loosens so I chance a look at his face. He's looking up at me with wide eyes that are shining with surprise and something else that can't even be described by words. I halt my movements. “Say it again.” He growls, the sound making my thighs tremble.
“I love you.” My voice is soft and I’m praying that my eyes are saying everything I can’t.
In a split second, Conor flips me onto my back and he’s on top of me, somehow never breaking the connection between us.
“Lift your hips.” He orders and I do, unable to deny him.
He slides a pillow under my ass, the new angle hitting a spot so deep inside of me that I didn’t even know existed.
“I love you, Sash.” He leans down and takes my mouth again.
This kiss is everything. It’s an apology.
It’s making up for lost time. It’s so full of love.
Breaking the kiss, Conor leans back again. He lifts my legs so that they’re flat against his chest and he hugs them tight, moving in and out of me at an agonizingly slow pace.
“Fuck me harder.” I moan and the deep rumble of laughter from Conor’s chest seems to vibrate through my pussy, sending an electric current of pleasure through my entire body.
He picks up his pace, slamming into me over and over again. “Tell me you’re mine, Sash.”
“I’m… yours.” I stutter, his relentless rhythm making it hard to speak. “I’ll always be yours.” I’m so fucking close. I feel like I’m about to explode. “Come in my pussy, Conor!” I gasp as he drives his hips forward again and again and, “Fuuuck!” I scream as my second orgasm rips through me.
Muttered curses come from Conor as he releases himself inside me. His movements turn sloppy as we both come at the same time. My throat stings from the force of my screams, but it was so fucking worth it.
Conor climbs off me, moving across the room to grab some tissues and then gets back onto the bed beside me.
He cleans me up as I just lay there unmoving, too exhausted to do anything else.
He throws the tissues in the trash before coming onto the bed again, pulling me against his chest. “I’ve missed you so damn much, Angel. ”
The familiar nickname sends a wave of butterflies through my stomach and my face hurts from how big my smile is. “I’m so sorry for everything, Conor. I need to explain why-”
“Olivia told me everything.” He admits. “I wanted to come to you as soon as I found out, but I know you needed the space.” He places a gentle kiss on my forehead. “I’m really sorry for not listening to you.”
“I get it. You were hurt and angry. I probably would have done the same thing.”
“And I’m sorry for that night at the bar.”
The reminder of that night still stings. Olivia told me what happened, so really Conor has no reason to apologize, but the image of him with his arm around another woman, innocent or not, still tears me up a little inside. That’s on me and my issues, not him. “It’s okay. I know nothing happened.”
“And nothing was going to happen.” He moves so he’s looking down into my eyes, a promise written across his face. “Nothing was ever going to happen. You have ruined every other woman on this planet for me.” Tears form in my eyes at his words. “No woman has ever and will never compare to you.”
Conor lifts his hand to my face, wiping away the stray tears that are rolling down my cheeks. “I love you, Sasha.”
“I love you too.”
He kisses me one last time before wrapping his arms around me.
I don’t know what the future holds for us.
I don’t know how long it’ll take for me to fully heal after everything that Max did to me, but right now, being wrapped in Conor’s arms, I know I can trust him with my whole heart.
And I know without a shred of doubt, that he’ll catch me when I fall.