Although the brain-melting quality of the orgasm kept her from being aware of much, she did have a vague thought in the back of her brain as her nails sunk into his flesh: that she kind of liked the idea of leaving her mark on him. Of “branding” him as hers...although the next time she wanted to leave some physical evidence of herself on him, maybe she’d choose something a little less painful. Like a hickey.
When all of the pleasure-scattered pieces of her brain converged back into conscious awareness, she opened her eyes and saw Connor looking at her, smiling with gentle affection.
She returned the smile, a little embarrassed after having been so uninhibited. “Were you watching me?”
He nodded. “Your face. It’s so expressive. That’s one of the reasons I love making you feel good. You don’t even have to tell me that I am. Your face tells me everything.”
She flushed with pleasure. It was one of her favorite things, when Connor said something so intimate and personal to her. Something that showed how well he knew her, and how deeply they were connected.
She wanted to give him everything in that moment, was so deeply moved by the desire to make him feel the same depth of pleasure and connection that he had just given to her that she didn’t even wait until her breathing had completely slowed or the rivulets of sweat had stopped running from her hairline to make the next move. She simply had no patience for it.
Instead, she sat up and, without a word, started taking his clothes off, undressing him the same way that he’d done to her. After all, if she was going to let him know how he’d just made her feel by returning the favor, so to speak, that wasn’t something that was going to get done with his clothes still on.
Chapter 24
Connor
Holy shit, was there any feeling in the world that could rival this one—of Luna taking off his clothes with her adept but trembling fingers? He didn’t think so.
His cock was so hard that she had to tug and work the fabric around to get his boxer briefs off over it.
When it was finally free, she eyed it hungrily, even letting out a low-pitched purr, like she was a tigress eyeing a fresh piece of meat. Which, he guessed, in a way was kind of true.
When she had him completely naked, she dropped to her knees. He could tell by the look of pure longing in her eyes that she was every bit as eager to get his cock into her mouth as he was to thrust it in there.
God, his muscles were shaking so much that he wasn’t sure how much longer he could stay on his feet.
As if she’d read his mind, she pushed him back onto the bed, and he fell onto it, bouncing a little as his ass hit the springs.
She was on him then, pouncing like a wild animal. Damn. Something had really gotten into her tonight, he thought. Something that had invaded her spirit with wild, jungle energy. And, fuck, he was all about it.
Her mouth lowered to the head of his dick and she closed her lips around it, slowly sliding her mouth down his shaft until finally he was pressed right up against the back of her throat, and she’d taken all of him in that she could take.
She held still for a moment and the tension he felt building up in his body was almost more than he could take. He’d never forgive himself if he busted a nut right then and there, before she’d really even done anything except close her mouth around him, but fuck she wasn’t making it easy to resist.
Finally, she started up a slow sucking rhythm with her lips and tongue. His throat closed as the pleasure overtook him. Fuck, he really didn’t know how much longer he was going to be able to stand this. It was like she knew his body instinctively. Like she was somehow psychically connected to his deepest desires.
He opened his eyes to look down at her. He wanted to get the visual of her head bobbing up and down on his shaft, and what he saw didn’t disappoint.
At the moment his eyes focused on her, she pulled her head up and traced her lips back over his shaft ever so slowly, then swirled her tongue around the head of his dick before lowering her mouth back down to the base of his dick again.
She repeated the sequence, and then did it again, never gaining speed but rather maintaining her maddeningly slow pace until he felt like he just might roar—and not from pleasure, either, but frustration.
When he’d reached the absolute edge of his ability to deal with the achingly slow pace of her strokes, he started thrusting himself upward as her head moved down, meeting her halfway. Before he knew it, the building excitement had run away with him and he raced ahead of her pace, setting a new one of his own—a much more frantic one.
Before too long, she’d stopped even trying to match his speed, but instead just held her head still as he thrust into her again and again. His speed built, faster and faster, until he almost felt like he was fucking her mouth, just like he would do if he was between her legs and thrusting into her.
Her hands gripped his torso, possibly as a way to keep her balance, but he didn’t care. All he knew was that he loved the way her nails dug into his skin. It had gotten him hot when she’d scratched across his back just a little while ago, and it got him just as hot now.
More, if he was honest, because anything was bound to seem hotter by a factor of ten when his cock was in her mouth. That was just basic math.
His thrusts grew so powerful that he felt himself bumping up against the back of her throat with every stroke. A thrill went through him at the thought of it.
I’m driving as deep into her as I possibly can go! Fuck, yeah!
He never wanted this to stop. If there had been a way to make it last forever, he would’ve done it. But it was impossible, her mouth just felt too fucking good.
He knew somewhere deep in the back of his mind that he was going to have to stop this, switch positions...something...anything to break the hypnotic rhythm that was going to lead to orgasm, and very soon.
That was easier said than done, though. That small awareness whispering in the back of his mind was being drowned out by the much larger awareness in the front of his mind, which was screaming that this felt so fucking good, he’d have to be a certifiable idiot to stop it now.
The large voice had a point.
Then, she started doing something that really got his attention. Reaching her hand down underneath her body, she began to touch herself as he drove in and out of her mouth.
Oh...daaaaamn.
Even his inner monologue was at a loss for words at the sight.
She closed her eyes as she focused inward, on her own pleasure, and he could see the excitement coursing through her body as it played like a movie screen over her face, and he thrilled at the way her body was trembling and writhing as her mouth continued to accept his thrusts.
She took a deep breath and then let out a low moan, and he felt the vibrations resonate through his dick. It wasn’t only the physical sensations, though. He could also sense her deep arousal on a base level, and it drove him crazy. When her orgasm hit her, he not only saw it course through her, but he felt it through the spasms in her mouth, and it was all he could do to keep from emptying himself right into her.
The minute her shudders stopped, though, he knew he couldn’t wait any longer. He had to be inside her. As fast as he could, he grabbed a condom from the nightstand, ripped it open, and slid it down his massively engorged dick.
He looked over at her and gave a wicked smile, which made her blush. He had to laugh to himself. She was such an adorable contradiction. After what she had just done to him, completely without inhibition…but then she blushed when he shot her a suggestive smile.