Losing herself in the kiss, she let him undress her, barely doing enough to even help him. She liked the feeling of being led and taken care of. For so much of her life, the driving force had been INDEPENDENCE, with more than just a capital I. It had been all caps. And written in blazing neon.
For all those years that she’d sought that independence so fiercely, though, there’d been one major thing missing from the equation: the fact that it was also freaking awesome to lay back and let yourself be taken care of every once in a while.
And she knew now that letting herself depend on Connor, at least a little bit, didn’t make her any less capable or...and here was that buzzword again...independent.
That would’ve only been true if she couldn’t survive without him. Well, she obviously knew that she could. She had for many years. But—and this was the important part—she just plain didn’t want to!
She’d never have Connor’s fingers brushing through her hair the way they were right now if she had to live without him. Never feel the soft touch of his lips on her neck again, like the way he was peppering her with kisses at the moment. Never feel his strong and demanding hands roaming her body the way they were just then, giving her a promise of what was to come.
And, yeah. That would just be plain unacceptable.
Her breath was coming so fast as Connor removed one article of clothing after another that she thought she might be in danger of hyperventilating.
Her head was spinning, but she knew that might have nothing to do with the fast, shallow breaths she was taking. It very well might just be her body’s natural reaction to being touched by Connor. And she realized that if she just let go, resigned herself to losing control, and just went with it...it was freaking awesome.
How many other things in her life, and her relationship with Connor, might she discover were freaking awesome if she could just summon up the courage to let go and embrace losing control?
Finally, Connor had taken off every single thing she wore except her bra and panties. He leaned back a little and took in the sight of her body, running his fingers lightly over her taut belly and long, elegant legs. Gooseflesh rose everywhere that his fingers had made contact, like little trails left in the wake of his touch.
Her body squirmed in response to him, in a way that was a force of its own. Again, she reflected, that idea of relinquishing control and all the amazing things that were on the other side of it. She felt like a sex goddess when she let her body move the way it wanted to when Connor touched her. It was nothing she could’ve achieved if she’d been trying...it just was. All she had to do was get out of the way.
She reached up and ran her hands up and down his arms, willing him to come closer. The ache that had been growing deep in her belly had nearly reached a breaking point. She had to feel him pressed against her, skin to skin. She couldn’t wait another second.
Perhaps sensing her need, which was so raw it verged on desperation, he leaned back down and kissed her again. His passion was more than evident in the way he moved his lips, rough and demanding, and only getting more so as her kiss responded to his with growing fervor.
As he kissed her, he reached around behind her back and unhooked her bra in one smooth motion. She moaned against his mouth as she felt the release of the elastic tension, knowing it meant that her breasts were about to be on full display to him.
She loved the way Connor looked at her naked body, like a wild animal hungry for its prey. She could feel that gaze on her skin like a tangible touch, and her entire body shuddered at the knowledge that she was about to feel it again.
He broke the kiss off then, just long enough to slide the lacy garment off and toss it to the side. When he resumed kissing her, though, he didn’t return his lips to hers.
Instead, he placed little kisses all the way down her neck and chest, continuing to move further down her body until he had sucked first one and then the other of her nipples into his hot mouth.
He suckled on them gently and played with the stiff peaks with his tongue, swirling around them and flicking them in turn.
Luna couldn’t believe how close to coming she felt, and Connor hadn’t even moved his mouth down below her waist yet. It was a real nod to the power of chemistry, that was for sure.
But, then again, it also didn’t hurt that he had a very talented tongue.
Then, just when she thought that the pleasure couldn’t get any more intense, he upped the ante by taking each nipple in between his teeth and giving them playful little bites.
With each small nip of his teeth, she felt a shudder rocket through her that was unbelievable. It was almost as if she was losing control of the muscles in her legs and arms, that was how violently they trembled and shook.
“Ah!” she cried, the scream tearing from her throat and rocketing into the air in the bedroom. Just hearing the sound of her own voice, sounding so unlike her normal self, caused fresh waves of pleasure to crash over her.
Yeah. Other people could use music as the soundtrack to their erotic adventures. She’d take the sound of her own screams of pleasure any day.
As she was still reeling from the feelings that Connor’s mouth on her breasts had sent through her, he upped the intensity yet again by sliding his hand down inside her panties and parting her lips with his fingers.
The shudders that went through her in time with the gentle strokes of his fingertips up and down her slit were earth-shaking, and her breath was now coming in nothing but short gasps for air.
“Oh my God, it feels so good,” she moaned. “Please don’t stop touching me. Never stop touching me.”
The words spilled from her mouth without the filter of conscious thought behind them. They were just the semi-formed ramblings of a brain that had been short-circuited by erotic pleasure, but she didn’t even feel embarrassment over them. In fact, she felt empowered to do and say anything that felt natural.
That’s how comfortable she was with Connor. That’s how well they knew each other, and how much she knew that he would care for her and protect her...no matter what semi-literate sentence fragments came tumbling out of her mouth in the heat of the moment.
Hell, maybe even because of them!
By the time his two fingers plunged inside of her, she was so primed for the invasion that her inner walls clamped down on them immediately.
The friction that created as he moved his fingers inside her was perfection, and brought her straight to the brink of climax.
Every single one of her nerve endings snapped to attention with every stroke of his fingers inside her, every slight movement of his palm against her mound. She knew that just the tiniest feather-light stroke in the right place—either physical or mental—would be enough to send her spinning off into the stratosphere.
She relaxed her head into the pillow and just let the sensations wash over her. She wasn’t going to try to hold back, and by the same token, she wasn’t going to try to force it. She was just going to let her body respond in its own time and way.
As soon as she released the reins on that last small holdout area, deciding to let her body rather than her mind be in charge, she discovered that that was the final piece of the puzzle—the feather-light trigger that would send her rocketing over the edge.
She arched her back as the climax tore through her, yet another wild cry tearing from deep within her chest, and dug her fingernails into Connor’s back.