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again.
“Let me see you,” he demanded. His desire muddled his ability to speak.
His hands came up to cup her breasts. The hard points strained against his palms, and every time he brushed his calloused palms over them, Claire moaned.
When he brought his mouth to nibble on them, she threaded her fingers into his hair. He loved that she was begging him with her hands for more. Conor shifted to the side. His cock strained against his pants, and he ached to be free.
Her hands pulled free of his hair and swept down his chest. Claire worked her way to the buttons on his shirt. He sat up, and when he tried to help, she swept his hands away.
“My turn,” she said with a grin.
It had been all she could think about after seeing the strip of skin. All she wanted was to run her fingers over his chest and follow the trail of hair that dipped below his pants. Her hands touched skin, and she reveled in the feel. The sensation only encouraged her to work faster at the buttons.
When she had popped the last one, she swept the shirt down his arms. Her hands slipped under the material as she went. Hard muscles rippled under her fingers, and when it was finally off, she leaned back to look at her work. She had been right. He had been working out more since the last time she’d been with him. He was always in shape, but those muscles from before seemed like sorry fakes next to the solid form now confronting her.
She slipped her hand down the front along his hardened abs. He flexed as she worked on her way, and Claire wondered if this was turning him on as much as it was her. Her palms worked their way over his massive pecs, and she nearly chuckled when she rubbed against his nipples, and he jumped.
“Claire,” he growled at her. She looked up and was shocked at the passion she witnessed. “I need you,” he whispered.
She felt it. She needed him just as much.
Claire pulled away and walked over to the bed. She slipped off the last scrap of lace separating her from his view and climbed on the bed.
Conor groaned, following her lead by stripping off the rest of his clothes.
Her insides clenched when he pushed his boxer briefs down, and his hard length came into view.
The bed dipped under his weight, and she pushed herself further onto the bed. She gasped when he settled himself firmly between her legs, his hard cock pressed against her aching clit.
“Conor,” she whispered.
His mouth came down hard against her own before he pulled away. “I know, baby,” he soothed.
They both groaned when his hips surged forward and bumped her swollen clit each time.
Claire brushed her hands over his skin. Hard muscles twisted under her fingers.
“Fuck,” Conor groaned. “I don’t think I can wait.”
Claire turned her face to his.
“I need to fuck you,” he said and stilled his hips. “There’s so much more I want to do, but I’m going to lose it if I don’t get to bury myself deep in your sweet pussy.”
She flushed. It was silly after how she had talked with him yesterday, and the position they were in now, but to hear him talk that way made her flustered.
Conor reached between them and rubbed her slick clit.
“Do I need a condom?” he whispered.
Claire moaned. His large fingers worked magic on her. She could feel her juices flow out of her as he pleasured her.
“Claire,” he hissed.
Her nails bit into his side.
“I’m on the pill,” she groaned.
“Thank God,” he said and positioned himself over her opening.
She moaned as he slipped his thick cock between her folds, bumping her clit a few more times.
“Conor.” Her hands drifted from their spot at his back down to his taut ass.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he pushed in deep inside her.
Claire sucked in a breath at the sudden fullness and groaned when he pushed in even more. All the way inside, Conor swirled his hips a few times and gasped as he brushed her cervix. Her hips moved wildly against him, and she pressed him even further in.
“Jesus.”
“Let me see you,” he demanded. His desire muddled his ability to speak.
His hands came up to cup her breasts. The hard points strained against his palms, and every time he brushed his calloused palms over them, Claire moaned.
When he brought his mouth to nibble on them, she threaded her fingers into his hair. He loved that she was begging him with her hands for more. Conor shifted to the side. His cock strained against his pants, and he ached to be free.
Her hands pulled free of his hair and swept down his chest. Claire worked her way to the buttons on his shirt. He sat up, and when he tried to help, she swept his hands away.
“My turn,” she said with a grin.
It had been all she could think about after seeing the strip of skin. All she wanted was to run her fingers over his chest and follow the trail of hair that dipped below his pants. Her hands touched skin, and she reveled in the feel. The sensation only encouraged her to work faster at the buttons.
When she had popped the last one, she swept the shirt down his arms. Her hands slipped under the material as she went. Hard muscles rippled under her fingers, and when it was finally off, she leaned back to look at her work. She had been right. He had been working out more since the last time she’d been with him. He was always in shape, but those muscles from before seemed like sorry fakes next to the solid form now confronting her.
She slipped her hand down the front along his hardened abs. He flexed as she worked on her way, and Claire wondered if this was turning him on as much as it was her. Her palms worked their way over his massive pecs, and she nearly chuckled when she rubbed against his nipples, and he jumped.
“Claire,” he growled at her. She looked up and was shocked at the passion she witnessed. “I need you,” he whispered.
She felt it. She needed him just as much.
Claire pulled away and walked over to the bed. She slipped off the last scrap of lace separating her from his view and climbed on the bed.
Conor groaned, following her lead by stripping off the rest of his clothes.
Her insides clenched when he pushed his boxer briefs down, and his hard length came into view.
The bed dipped under his weight, and she pushed herself further onto the bed. She gasped when he settled himself firmly between her legs, his hard cock pressed against her aching clit.
“Conor,” she whispered.
His mouth came down hard against her own before he pulled away. “I know, baby,” he soothed.
They both groaned when his hips surged forward and bumped her swollen clit each time.
Claire brushed her hands over his skin. Hard muscles twisted under her fingers.
“Fuck,” Conor groaned. “I don’t think I can wait.”
Claire turned her face to his.
“I need to fuck you,” he said and stilled his hips. “There’s so much more I want to do, but I’m going to lose it if I don’t get to bury myself deep in your sweet pussy.”
She flushed. It was silly after how she had talked with him yesterday, and the position they were in now, but to hear him talk that way made her flustered.
Conor reached between them and rubbed her slick clit.
“Do I need a condom?” he whispered.
Claire moaned. His large fingers worked magic on her. She could feel her juices flow out of her as he pleasured her.
“Claire,” he hissed.
Her nails bit into his side.
“I’m on the pill,” she groaned.
“Thank God,” he said and positioned himself over her opening.
She moaned as he slipped his thick cock between her folds, bumping her clit a few more times.
“Conor.” Her hands drifted from their spot at his back down to his taut ass.
“Fuck,” he hissed as he pushed in deep inside her.
Claire sucked in a breath at the sudden fullness and groaned when he pushed in even more. All the way inside, Conor swirled his hips a few times and gasped as he brushed her cervix. Her hips moved wildly against him, and she pressed him even further in.
“Jesus.”
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