Chapter 38 #2
My arms twitch, desperate to move and touch him, but I leave them where they are, knowing I’m pleasing him.
Connor cups one of my breasts, his mouth teasing the other, and my back lifts from the floor in ecstasy.
He groans when he switches sides, licking and sucking at my sensitive skin until I’m a writhing mess beneath him.
After a deliciously long time, Connor sits up and pulls his own top over his head.
Unashamed, I watch as each inch of skin appears, appreciating every muscle and line.
My eyes wander down to where a smattering of dark hair disappears into his sweatpants, and I can’t help but rub my still-clothed crotch against his leg.
“So impatient,” Connor says once he realises what I’m doing. “Don’t worry, baby, I’m going to take care of you.”
I lift my hips to help him pull my leggings and knickers down, and they disappear through the opening to the fort.
Connor kisses me again, and I feel his hand guiding my legs to open further, then travelling up the inside of my thigh.
He practically growls when he feels how wet I am, and I whimper when he runs a finger along my opening.
There’s no time for me to think before he plunges a finger inside me, curling upwards and making me see stars.
I moan into his mouth as he adds a second finger and starts to pump them in and out, making sure to catch the spot I love with each thrust.
We’re both panting hard now, but we continue to kiss regardless. Connor’s fingers start to build momentum, and it almost becomes too much when he starts to circle my clit with his thumb.
“Connor…” I moan.
“Let it happen, Tilly,” he soothes, placing more kisses on my throat. “Come for me.”
As if on cue, my orgasm crashes over me.
I’m not sure if Connor could tell I was close or if it’s my body responding to his command – I can overthink that later.
But I do know I call Connor’s name embarrassingly loudly when it hits me, and my whole body convulses forcefully.
Connor continues to stroke me through the after-shocks and kisses me sweetly until I no longer feel like I’m spinning.
“You’re so sexy when you come,” he says so genuinely I’m tempted to believe him. “I can’t believe you’re finally mine.”
I’m still slightly breathless. “I can’t believe it took us so long.”
“Let’s not wait any longer.”
When he kisses me again, I realise that I want to spend the rest of my life kissing this man. Not continuously, obviously, but several times a day for as long as he’ll have me seems perfect. But then he pulls away suddenly, and I’m left worrying what I did to spoil the moment.
“Shit,” he mutters, glancing around the fort as if looking for something and deciding it isn’t here. “Stay there.”
I watch him scramble to his feet, trying to ignore the bulge in his trousers, as he shoots out of the fort leaving me naked, confused and feeling more than a little rejected.
I pull my posh blanket over myself while I try to piece together what just happened.
Luckily, I hear Connor’s footsteps on the floor outside the fort before I have chance to spiral.
He ducks through the gap and triumphantly holds up a box of condoms like a prize catch.
“I didn’t put any in the fort because I didn’t want you to think all of this was about sex,” he says sheepishly.
“I thought I’d done something wrong,” I reply, feeling both upset and relieved at the same time.
“No!” Connor crawls towards me and pulls me into a hug.
“I should have said where I was going, I didn’t think about how it would come across to you.
I wasn’t really thinking of much at all, to be honest – there’s not much blood left in my brain now that it’s all gone…
you know.” He nods towards his crotch and raises his eyebrows suggestively.
I laugh and feel myself relaxing again.
“I’m sorry. I won’t let it happen again.”
I’m not used to men apologising sincerely like this, so I have no idea how to react. But I don’t want a simple miscommunication to ruin our night, so I thank him for his apology and start kissing his chest.
Connor lets his head fall back as I explore him with my mouth. Just as I work up the courage to start travelling lower, Connor pulls at the blanket I threw over myself when he disappeared.
“Are you hiding from me again?” he asks teasingly.
“When you left—”
Connor interrupts by tugging the blanket away and throwing it to one side. “Lie down, Tilly.”
I do as he says but leave my arms at my sides this time, regardless of how strong the urge to cover my stomach is.
“Open those legs.”
Slowly, I start to part my legs, but Connor gets impatient and shoulders my knees open.
He winds his arms around my thighs holding me down by my stomach and lowers his head between my legs.
He licks and sucks with the perfect amount of pressure, pressing his hand onto my pelvis, intensifying the pleasure he’s causing.
He adds two fingers inside me and works me with an enthusiasm that only a man truly enjoying himself can show.
My hands find Connor’s hair as the rest of my body tries to thrash around, fighting against the arm pinning me down.
“Think you can come for me again?” Connor asks before immediately diving back in to suck on my clit.
“Oh my God… Yes!” I scream as my second orgasm hits even harder than the first. I’m so sensitive I have to push Connor’s head away while I recover, and he looks at me with a satisfied grin.
While I take a minute to come back down to earth, Connor pulls off his trousers and pants and reaches for the box of condoms. I watch him rip open one of the packets and roll the condom on, trying not to drool at the sight of him naked.
Then he comes to lie down beside me and gently strokes my face.
“You okay?” he asks, looking me deep in the eyes.
“Never better,” I reply, and I really mean it. Not because of the orgasms or even the beautiful blanket castle, but because I’m with him.
My answer earns me one of his beautiful smiles, and he reaches over to pull me on top of him. I straddle him and sigh happily when I feel his erection rubbing against me.
Connor helps me to lift up slightly and places himself at my entrance, but I hesitate before taking him in fully.
I never went on top with Rhys because it made me too exposed, and I was worried about being too heavy, but I’m trying to leave my insecurities at the door.
I take a deep breath and lower myself down.
Once I have all of him inside me, Connor groans and strokes my thighs comfortingly.
“You feel so fucking good,” he moans.
Reassured, I start to move, slowly grinding my hips onto him, which only makes him moan harder.
Connor grips my hip with one hand, helping to guide my rhythm, and squeezes my breast with the other. I plant my hands on his chest for support and pick up speed, loving the feel of him inside me.
“Fuck, Tilly,” Connor grinds out.
My legs are burning, but Connor distracts me by moving his hand from my breast to play with my sensitive clit.
The sensation is too much for both of us and we lose our pace, grinding frantically against each other, never really feeling like we can get close enough to the other.
Just when I start to think I can’t take it anymore, I come, my orgasm triggering Connor’s.
I practically collapse on top of him, too exhausted to worry about my weight, and he cradles me in his arms until our breathing returns to normal.
“How do you feel?” Connor asks me once I’ve covered myself with a blanket.
I laugh. “A bit sore, but happy.”
“Good. I’m going to make sure it stays that way.”