gotten too caught up in the fantasy and in danger of thinking it was something real."
His chest grew tight. If he was crazy feeling like there was more between them than client and sexual plaything, then she was evidently crazy, too. But now wasn’t the time to explore that. Now he just wanted to get her into bed, bury himself inside her, make her come so hard she cried out his name. Honestly, it scared him a little how much he wanted that.
After kissing her deeply again, he led her inside, straight to the bedroom. Neither of them spoke as they discarded their clothes as quickly as they could. As Lily lay on the bed, a flash of what she’d done for him in the shower had him foregoing burying his straining dick deep inside her. Instead, he grabbed her legs behind her knees and dragged her to the bottom edge of the bed.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Repaying a favor." He got down on his knees and spread her legs wide. Her quick intake of breath only fueled his desire to explore her this way, to drive her crazy with his tongue. He slid his hands under her hips and angled her up toward his face. He trailed kisses along her inner thigh, then placed his mouth on her hot center. When he flicked his tongue inside, she bucked against him.
Raging hot desire shot through him, and he went deeper, lapping at her core. Lily had said that being with him had given her a sense of power over events she hadn’t felt in a long time. Here, with her giving herself over to the pleasure he could give her, he knew exactly how she felt.
* * * *
Lily pressed her head back into the mattress and dug her fingers into the comforter covering the bed. She moaned as Connor flicked his tongue inside her, making her quiver with the need to come. But she also wanted this feeling to last as long as possible. It felt as if lightning was traveling along her skin.
He readjusted his hands beneath her hips, bringing her even closer to his mouth as he began to suck at her core.
"Oh, yes!" she cried out. "Yes, yes, yes."
Her words must have fueled his because his tongue went back to work at what seemed like an impossible speed. Her muscles tightened all over her body, but nowhere did they contract more than inside her.
"I’m coming," she said in between gasps for air.
He rocked her against his wonderful, wonderful mouth until she came in a glorious rush. She was in the middle of trying to get her breath when she realized he wasn’t done. When he moved to enter her, she pressed a hand against his smooth chest. "Wait." She flipped over and leaned forward onto her forearms, giving him easy access. She’d never be able to admit it in the light of day, but she liked sex this way, from behind.
He wasted no time sheathing himself and beginning to pump inside her. She concentrated on making her inner muscles squeeze around him with each deep thrust of his penis. Connor made a guttural sound deep in his throat before he impaled himself one more time and came.
Somehow they managed to find the energy to clean themselves then curl up together beneath the covers, her head on his shoulder. She thought about what he’d said earlier, about not being with anyone else after her. It was crazy, irrational, impossible, but she felt the same way about him. She indulged in a secret fantasy as they both drifted toward sleep, one in which she could reveal herself to him, he’d think she was beautiful, he’d be just as wonderful in the full light of day, and they could live happily ever after.
But unlike the past few days, that was a fantasy that could never come true.
* * * *
In the middle of the night, Lily awoke to Connor nuzzling her ear. That led to a kiss, then a deeper kiss, and then to slow, beautiful lovemaking. Afterward, they slept again. When she woke, several hours later, the sun was already rising and Connor was still next to her, his chest to her back and his arm draped over her.
She expected a surge of panic to hit her, but it didn’t. Instead, her
His chest grew tight. If he was crazy feeling like there was more between them than client and sexual plaything, then she was evidently crazy, too. But now wasn’t the time to explore that. Now he just wanted to get her into bed, bury himself inside her, make her come so hard she cried out his name. Honestly, it scared him a little how much he wanted that.
After kissing her deeply again, he led her inside, straight to the bedroom. Neither of them spoke as they discarded their clothes as quickly as they could. As Lily lay on the bed, a flash of what she’d done for him in the shower had him foregoing burying his straining dick deep inside her. Instead, he grabbed her legs behind her knees and dragged her to the bottom edge of the bed.
"What are you doing?" she asked.
"Repaying a favor." He got down on his knees and spread her legs wide. Her quick intake of breath only fueled his desire to explore her this way, to drive her crazy with his tongue. He slid his hands under her hips and angled her up toward his face. He trailed kisses along her inner thigh, then placed his mouth on her hot center. When he flicked his tongue inside, she bucked against him.
Raging hot desire shot through him, and he went deeper, lapping at her core. Lily had said that being with him had given her a sense of power over events she hadn’t felt in a long time. Here, with her giving herself over to the pleasure he could give her, he knew exactly how she felt.
* * * *
Lily pressed her head back into the mattress and dug her fingers into the comforter covering the bed. She moaned as Connor flicked his tongue inside her, making her quiver with the need to come. But she also wanted this feeling to last as long as possible. It felt as if lightning was traveling along her skin.
He readjusted his hands beneath her hips, bringing her even closer to his mouth as he began to suck at her core.
"Oh, yes!" she cried out. "Yes, yes, yes."
Her words must have fueled his because his tongue went back to work at what seemed like an impossible speed. Her muscles tightened all over her body, but nowhere did they contract more than inside her.
"I’m coming," she said in between gasps for air.
He rocked her against his wonderful, wonderful mouth until she came in a glorious rush. She was in the middle of trying to get her breath when she realized he wasn’t done. When he moved to enter her, she pressed a hand against his smooth chest. "Wait." She flipped over and leaned forward onto her forearms, giving him easy access. She’d never be able to admit it in the light of day, but she liked sex this way, from behind.
He wasted no time sheathing himself and beginning to pump inside her. She concentrated on making her inner muscles squeeze around him with each deep thrust of his penis. Connor made a guttural sound deep in his throat before he impaled himself one more time and came.
Somehow they managed to find the energy to clean themselves then curl up together beneath the covers, her head on his shoulder. She thought about what he’d said earlier, about not being with anyone else after her. It was crazy, irrational, impossible, but she felt the same way about him. She indulged in a secret fantasy as they both drifted toward sleep, one in which she could reveal herself to him, he’d think she was beautiful, he’d be just as wonderful in the full light of day, and they could live happily ever after.
But unlike the past few days, that was a fantasy that could never come true.
* * * *
In the middle of the night, Lily awoke to Connor nuzzling her ear. That led to a kiss, then a deeper kiss, and then to slow, beautiful lovemaking. Afterward, they slept again. When she woke, several hours later, the sun was already rising and Connor was still next to her, his chest to her back and his arm draped over her.
She expected a surge of panic to hit her, but it didn’t. Instead, her
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