Page 50 of One Kiss Isn't Enough
“I haven’t—” I start to say but can barely speak. “Since the baby,” I add, pushing out the excuse. I haven’t touched myself or been touched.
My chest rises and falls chaotically, uncertain how he’ll react.
All at once, he leaves me, and I only turn when the sound of the sheets and comforter being lifted is louder than my pulse racing in my ears.
In the near silent room, all I can think about is my now dead husband’s cruelty. Random flashes greet me of every time my needs were denied. Memories drift into my mind of my brother and how he died needlessly. Every dark moment passes in the flick of a second. My throat closes and the strength I thought I had fades to nothing but a facade.
I watch the dark shadows play along Connor’s body as he pulls his shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor to form a puddle of clothing. His hands move to his belt and it comes off nearly violently to the point where I’m tempted to take a step back. He drops it, though, and it lands with a heavy thud. His jeans are next, and in one swift motion his cock juts out.
In only a moment, the damaged man is completely bared to me and waiting.
“Get on the bed,” Connor commands and my body moves immediately, instantly obeying. Everything in me is at war; every want, every need, every thought and memory.
The bed groans softly as I climb onto the center and lie down on the luxurious sheets. My head sinks into the pillow and my gaze finds the spinning fan.
He’s deliberate as he crawls up the bed, but his touch still startles me and brings me back to the present when he asks, “Is there something on your mind?”
My answer is immediate and submissive. “What would you like to be on my mind?”
Sliding between my legs, he spreads my thighs and his hard body covers me. His warm skin presses against my chest and he caresses my curves. His mouth greets me, his lips molding to mine instantly as his tongue parts my seam.
It’s been so long since I’ve been kissed like this. Heavily and wantonly. Since I’ve been moaned into by the mouth of a man. His tongue strokes against mine as his fingers press into the flesh of my hips and he keeps me pinned. It feels as if he’s everywhere all at once.
Consuming me and demanding attention equally as much as desire.
When he breaks the kiss, I breathlessly stare back at him,transfixed by his copper gaze.
“You will think of nothing but this. Of how much you need me to take you.”
The light of the fire displays the harshness of his collarbone and corded muscles as I part my lips to answer. I can’t, though, because he’s far too concerned with silencing me with another kiss.
It’s demanding and brutal, but the gentle motion of his hand slipping between my thighs is very much at odds. He’s focused on my clit until I writhe under him, unable to stay still as he told me I should.
Every nerve ending lights on fire, a bundle explodes in the pit of my stomach and I cry out my pleasure as an orgasm rocks through my body. It happens so quickly and so unexpectedly, smothering every thought and doubt along with it.
He’s off of me the moment I’ve come, and it doesn’t take me long to figure out why. From his nightstand he gathers a bottle, and I watch him stroke himself with lubrication before pouring more in his hands.
It’s only then that his fingers slip lower once again, spreading the lube at my entrance.
On his knees between my thighs, he slips the head of his cock between my folds, toying with me before pressing in slightly. My breath hitches and my hand splays against his chest as if that could stop him. With his dark gaze focused on mine, he tells me in a murmur, “I will ruin you for everyone else, but I intend for you to enjoy every moment.”
With that he presses in deeper, stretching me and making my lips form an O. The sensation stings for a moment until he’s fully inside of me, pressing against my walls. Connor stills, allowing me time to adjust.
My blunt nails dig into his shoulders as I wrap my arms around him, the heels of my feet digging into his muscular ass, as if I could hold on. As if doing so will save me from the far too intense sensation.
As I stare above me wide eyed and attempting to breathe, he kisses and nips my neck, relaxing me slowly as he pulls out gently and presses back in.
His lips find mine again and I’m able to kiss him, to cling to him, grateful and relieved. My body heats with every small movement. Every rock of his hips causes him to brush against my clit and it isn’t long before I tilt my hips, wanting him deeper.
The moment my body instinctively welcomes him, he smiles against my lips. “You’re my good little whore, aren’t you?”
At his question my eyes meet his and he slams inside of me, brutally.
My head falls back and a strangled moan leaves me.
“Your cunt was made for me to fuck,” he tells me as his hips piston.
His body pins me and his left hand finds my neck. Fingers wrap tight around my throat as he pounds into me, relentlessly and bringing about an intense sensation I’ve never felt before.