Chapter Thirty-One #2
Just as I felt myself approaching the edge, Connor withdrew his fingers, leaving me empty and aching.
Before I could whine, he was reaching for the nightstand, producing a condom with shaking hands.
The vulnerability in that small tremor meant everything; this powerful man was brought to quivering anticipation by me .
He slid it on himself before positioning himself at my entrance, the large head of his cock pressing against my sensitized flesh. Our eyes locked, and I saw a vulnerability in his that I'd never witnessed before, a mixture of desire, tenderness, and a deep sense of love.
“I love you,” he whispered, the words a prayer. “So fucking much.”
“I love you too,” I breathed, reaching up to cup his face in my hands.
With a groan that seemed torn from the depths of his soul, Connor began to push forward, the thick head of his cock stretching me wider than his fingers had.
I bit down on my lip from the intrusion, my body instinctively tensing against the unfamiliar pressure.
Connor stilled immediately, his muscles above me quivering with the effort of holding still.
“Breathe, sweet girl,” he guided, his voice strained. “You're doing so well, so perfect for me. Just relax.”
I forced myself to take deep breaths, focusing on the sensation of Connor's hand stroking my waist, his lips pressing a gentle kiss to my forehead.
Gradually, my body began to yield, allowing him to push forward another inch. The stretch was intense, burning, and I couldn't suppress a pained whimper as he continued his slow advance.
“Do you need me to stop?” Connor asked, his voice tight with concern and restrained desire. His eyes searched mine, ready to withdraw at the slightest sign of distress.
“No,” I gasped, my fingers digging into his biceps. “Just... go slow. Please.”
He nodded, his jaw clenched with the effort of maintaining control.
Connor continued his careful progress, withdrawing slightly before pushing forward again, each small thrust bringing him a little deeper.
The burning stretch gradually gave way to a foreign fullness I’d never felt before, my body slowly accommodating his size.
When he finally bottomed out, we were both panting, a thin sheen of sweat coating our skin. Connor rested his forehead against mine, his breath mingling with my own as we both adjusted to the sensation.
I felt impossibly full, stretched around him in a way that was both uncomfortable and deeply satisfying. His weight was pressing against every inch of me, though he made sure not to crush me.
“You okay?” he whispered, his voice holding a universe of concern. His eyes, usually so confident and commanding, now held a vulnerability that made my heart swell.
I nodded, experimentally rolling my hips. The friction drew a groan from us both, the remaining discomfort drowned out by a fresh wave of desire. “Move,” I pleaded, gazing up at him wantonly. “Please, Connor.”
He began to withdraw slowly, the drag of his cock against my sensitive walls drawing a moan from my lips. When just the head remained inside, he pushed forward again, his face contorted in pleasure. The slide was easier this time as my body adjusted to accommodate him .
He established a gentle rhythm, each thrust careful and measured, his eyes never leaving mine as he watched for any sign of discomfort.
Gradually, the lingering pain faded, replaced by waves of pleasure that built with each roll of his hips. I found myself meeting his thrusts, my body arching up into his, seeking more.
“Connor,” I moaned, my ankles crossing around his hips, urging him deeper. “More. Please.”
A growl rumbled in his chest as he increased his pace, his thrusts becoming more forceful, more demanding. The change in angle had him hitting the spot deep inside me that sent sparks of pleasure shooting up my spine.
“Fuck, Sierra,” he groaned, his voice mangled and strained with the effort to maintain control. “You feel so tight. You’re taking me so well.”
His words, combined with the increasingly insistent rhythm of his hips, had me spiraling toward another release. I clung to him, my nails leaving half-moon indentations in his skin as the pressure built, pulling tighter with each thrust.
Connor, like always, seemed to sense my approaching climax, one hand sliding between our bodies to circle my clit as the other remained beside my head.
“That's it,” he coaxed, his movements becoming more urgent, less controlled. “Come for me again. I want to feel you come around my cock.”
The pleasure was overwhelming, and I felt myself tipping over the edge, my body clenching around him as pleasure crashed over me again. I cried out his name, my vision blurring at the intensity, more powerful than anything I'd ever experienced.
Connor followed me moments later, his rhythm faltering as he groaned. I felt his hips stutter against mine, his body shuddering against me as he came into the condom.
For several long minutes, we lay tangled together, our breathing ragged, bodies slick with sweat. Connor's weight was heavy on top of me, but I reveled in it, never wanting to let go of this moment .
After a little, he lifted his head, his eyes searching mine with pure devotion.
“Are you okay?” he asked softly, brushing a tender kiss across my lips.
I nodded, unable to find words to express the depth of emotion swirling inside me. Connor gathered me close as he rolled to his side, keeping our bodies intimately connected.
As we lay there, his fingers tracing idle patterns on my skin, I noticed how he held me, as if I might disappear at any moment.
There was a tension in his muscles, a tightness around his eyes that hadn't been there before.
I wondered why; I wanted to soothe whatever worry was plaguing him, but the words melted as he drew patterns over my skin.
I pressed closer, hoping my presence could offer some comfort.
Connor's arms tightened around me, his lips brushing my forehead in a soft, loving kiss. “My Sierra,” he murmured, his voice thick with an emotion I couldn't quite place. “I love you. So fucking much.”
The raw honesty in his words made me smile, and I tilted my face up to meet his lips for a soft, loving kiss.
"I love you, too,” I whispered against his mouth, feeling the curve of his smile.
We drifted off into a contented doze in the morning sunlight, our limbs entangled, and our hearts beating in sync.