lot. The ache in her clit receded gradually. Not altogether, but enough that she could relish the pleasure his skilled fingers provided.
Gabe would have gone straight for her G-spot, manipulated it until she writhed on his hand. Connor titillated, delighted, pleasured, but did not push. Again, sensation began to build, her pussy started to pulse. Slowly but surely, every nerve ending responded to the hand that caressed, cried out for more. She rode his fingers, pushing down hard on his hand. God, she was close. So close her legs trembled. She cried out.
Connor put his arm around her hips, held her upright and withdrew his hand
“ Connor, ” her voice was a strangled plea.
“I told you, sweetheart. Not without me.”
Fuck, she’d never been this close before, never been this deprived. Connor was dementing her. Driving her slowly insane.
“Not without Gabe.” His fingers were between her legs, drawing her cream across her pussy lips, and backwards.
“Gabe would let me come,” she moaned. She felt physically bereft. Empty. Cheated. Desperate.
“Gabe will let you come,” Connor assured her. “When he gets here.” He played with the crease of her ass, wetting it with her juices. “We both will.”
Sweet Lord, he wasn’t going to go there too, was he? He wasn’t going for a hat trick. He couldn’t. He’d drawn her to the edge with his tongue, left her pussy stranded on the verge of surrender, and now he was tormenting her ass.
Ah, fuck. He was. A billion tingles shot down her legs as he found her bud, tickled, stroked. She couldn’t stop herself, she wanted him to have better access. Lifting her leg, she draped it over his shoulder, steadying herself by grasping his other shoulder.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he urged. “Open yourself up to me.” As his finger, wet from her cream, probed and gained entry, his tongue darted out and tasted her clit again. It took no time before she felt the tension mount again, before a thunderous orgasm threatened to rip through her.
The shivers began deep in her ass and rippled outward into her pussy. Her clit ached and swelled. It was happening, starting, relief was a heartbeat away. Finally.
Connor closed his mouth and removed his finger.
“Nooooo.”
“Yes.”
“No. Fuck, Connor, no. Let me come,” she howled. “Please.”
He removed her leg from his shoulder, waited until he was sure she was balanced, and stood up. “You will come. I promise.” Then he kissed her again.
She was horny, she was frustrated, she was hot, she was dripping and she wanted to come. She did not want to be kissed. She did not want Connor’s lips on hers, she wanted them on her clit. She wanted his fingers in her pussy and in her ass and she wanted them there now.
So why did she melt into his arms again? Why did she plaster herself against his chest and hold onto him as though she would never let go? Why, if the only thing she could think about was finding relief, was she suddenly content to kiss him until tomorrow morning at least?
“What have you done to me, Connor?” she asked when they came up for air, when he looked at her with eyes filled with amazement. “You’ve taken me to the edge three times and I’m happy just to let you kiss me. Forever.”
He shook his head. “I have no idea, sweetheart. But whatever it is, you’re doing it to me too. Christ, I never want to stop kissing you.”
“Then don’t.” Their lips met again. They clung, they kissed, they caressed.
Maddie ached for him. She wanted him, wanted everything. She’d ached for Gabe, but that was different. That was a physical pull, a hunger to mate, to fuck. With Connor it went deeper. The ache was a longing, a yearning for something more—not just sex.
Closer. She needed to be closer to him, needed for him to feel the same way she did. Needed for him to teeter on the edge, yet long for her kiss. How? What could she do? How could she make him ache for her the way she ached for
Gabe would have gone straight for her G-spot, manipulated it until she writhed on his hand. Connor titillated, delighted, pleasured, but did not push. Again, sensation began to build, her pussy started to pulse. Slowly but surely, every nerve ending responded to the hand that caressed, cried out for more. She rode his fingers, pushing down hard on his hand. God, she was close. So close her legs trembled. She cried out.
Connor put his arm around her hips, held her upright and withdrew his hand
“ Connor, ” her voice was a strangled plea.
“I told you, sweetheart. Not without me.”
Fuck, she’d never been this close before, never been this deprived. Connor was dementing her. Driving her slowly insane.
“Not without Gabe.” His fingers were between her legs, drawing her cream across her pussy lips, and backwards.
“Gabe would let me come,” she moaned. She felt physically bereft. Empty. Cheated. Desperate.
“Gabe will let you come,” Connor assured her. “When he gets here.” He played with the crease of her ass, wetting it with her juices. “We both will.”
Sweet Lord, he wasn’t going to go there too, was he? He wasn’t going for a hat trick. He couldn’t. He’d drawn her to the edge with his tongue, left her pussy stranded on the verge of surrender, and now he was tormenting her ass.
Ah, fuck. He was. A billion tingles shot down her legs as he found her bud, tickled, stroked. She couldn’t stop herself, she wanted him to have better access. Lifting her leg, she draped it over his shoulder, steadying herself by grasping his other shoulder.
“That’s it, sweetheart,” he urged. “Open yourself up to me.” As his finger, wet from her cream, probed and gained entry, his tongue darted out and tasted her clit again. It took no time before she felt the tension mount again, before a thunderous orgasm threatened to rip through her.
The shivers began deep in her ass and rippled outward into her pussy. Her clit ached and swelled. It was happening, starting, relief was a heartbeat away. Finally.
Connor closed his mouth and removed his finger.
“Nooooo.”
“Yes.”
“No. Fuck, Connor, no. Let me come,” she howled. “Please.”
He removed her leg from his shoulder, waited until he was sure she was balanced, and stood up. “You will come. I promise.” Then he kissed her again.
She was horny, she was frustrated, she was hot, she was dripping and she wanted to come. She did not want to be kissed. She did not want Connor’s lips on hers, she wanted them on her clit. She wanted his fingers in her pussy and in her ass and she wanted them there now.
So why did she melt into his arms again? Why did she plaster herself against his chest and hold onto him as though she would never let go? Why, if the only thing she could think about was finding relief, was she suddenly content to kiss him until tomorrow morning at least?
“What have you done to me, Connor?” she asked when they came up for air, when he looked at her with eyes filled with amazement. “You’ve taken me to the edge three times and I’m happy just to let you kiss me. Forever.”
He shook his head. “I have no idea, sweetheart. But whatever it is, you’re doing it to me too. Christ, I never want to stop kissing you.”
“Then don’t.” Their lips met again. They clung, they kissed, they caressed.
Maddie ached for him. She wanted him, wanted everything. She’d ached for Gabe, but that was different. That was a physical pull, a hunger to mate, to fuck. With Connor it went deeper. The ache was a longing, a yearning for something more—not just sex.
Closer. She needed to be closer to him, needed for him to feel the same way she did. Needed for him to teeter on the edge, yet long for her kiss. How? What could she do? How could she make him ache for her the way she ached for
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