Angelina chuckled. “I’ll keep that in mind.”
The helicopter tipped upward, causing Angelina to fall forward onto Connor’s chest. As she righted herself, her face hovered near his, and she forgot what they were talking about as soon as his mouth closed over hers.
Unlike the kisses they’d shared in public, this was more forceful. His tongue parted her lips, claimed hers with tantalizing skill. His hands became rougher, his thighs more rigid between hers. This kiss was everything they’d shared, but so much more.
She gripped his shoulders.
He slid her skirt higher until it bunched around her waist.
When his hand slid between them and beneath her front slip of lace, she moaned into his mouth in anticipation. His fingers were as oversized as the rest of him—and he knew how to use them. Connor understood a woman’s body. He started slowly, gently, experimenting until he got it just right.
She writhed against his hand.
Their kiss became wilder.
She was wet and ready when he slid a finger deep inside her. So big. So long. Alone it was enough to satisfy a woman. He pumped it in and out of her, deeper each time. When he found the spot no man before had, she broke off the kiss and said, “Holy fuck, that’s good.”
He kept pumping against it, kissing her neck and murmuring, “I’ve read about the female orgasm. Some say there are over ten types. It’ll be fun to see which ones you like best.”
He was talking, but she was barely listening. She needed more of him. More of his kiss. More of his skin. As he pumped his thick finger in and out of her, she undid the front of her shirt and tossed it aside. Her bra quickly followed. His free hand palmed her breast as he unbuttoned the front of his plaid shirt.
His mouth claimed hers again as his finger increased speed. She clung to him, rubbed her breasts against his bare chest, then shuddered as an orgasm rocked through her. He slid his finger out then lifted her to him and placed her beside him on the leather couch.
Due to his height, he couldn’t stand straight up, but that didn’t impede him from quickly shedding his clothing. When his cock sprang free, Angelina’s mouth dropped open. It was huge and rock-hard rigid.
Her hands encircled it, her sex imagined it pounding into her, and she nearly came again from that anticipation alone. He stepped closer and she didn’t need more encouragement than that to take him into her mouth.
Giving oral sex had never been something Angelina considered that enjoyable and his size was intimidating. He didn’t rush her, though, or shove himself down her throat. Bent over in front of her, he braced himself with his legs slightly apart and allowed her to learn him as he’d learned her.
His moans of pleasure vibrated through his cock and excited her in a way that was new to her. His pleasure was her pleasure. Her pleasure was his pleasure. “Stop,” he said in a guttural tone, withdrawing from her mouth. “I don’t want to rush through this.”
Still partially dressed, she sat back on her heels on the couch. He held out a hand to her. “Stand up.”
She took his hand and did. Together, they made quick work of the rest of her clothing. They stood there, taking each other in for a moment.
“You’re so damn beautiful,” he said.
“So are you,” she answered in complete honesty. She leaned to one side, retrieved a condom from her purse, and tossed it to him.
He caught it, then placed it on one of the captain chairs. “It’s a little cramped in here, but I have an idea.” He sat down on the rose petal-lined floor of the cabin and leaned back. She wasn’t sure what he wanted at first, but he guided her to stand over him, then move closer . . . closer . . . until she was poised above his face.
She braced herself with her hands on the ceiling of the cabin while he parted her sex and demonstrated that his tongue was every bit as talented as his fingers. So wet. So hot. Deliciously demanding. She lost all respect for the women who’d left him. No wonder they changed their minds later and wanted to come back.
She flung her head back and gave herself over to his tongue fucking. Whatever he’d read about the female orgasm should be mandatory reading for all men. Holy shit.
His hands caressed her legs, gripped her ass, and crushed her sex to his mouth each time he thrust his tongue inside her. Lapping. Sucking. Thrusting. It was all so good she buried her hands in his hair and clung to him as waves of heat burst through her.
As she came down from that high, he kissed her inner thighs and said, “That’s two kinds. Want to keep going?”
Was there a woman on earth who would have said no? “Sure,” she croaked.
He sheathed himself in a condom then put a hand on either side of her hips. Hands on his shoulders, she lowered herself onto his cock . . . slowly. He was intimidatingly large, but he was also patient. She adjusted, shifted, slid him in at her own pace.
With her feet on either side of him, she rose and lowered herself, taking him deeper each time. When he was fully in, she sighed with pleasure. So good.
Then he started to move.
His thrusts started gently. In and almost out. In and almost out.
His grip on her hips became more forceful.
His thrusts deeper.
He shifted their position so he could get more leverage.
She bounced above him, reveling in a rhythm he set but she joined. His mouth adored each part of her he could reach. She hungrily ran her hands over every inch of him she could.
All tenderness fell away. They rolled together, sweaty and demanding. He pounded down into her. She stretched wider to accept him. Any discomfort from his size was far outweighed by the pleasure storming through her.
When he came it was with a shudder that rocked his whole body.
He kept moving within her, though, after his orgasm. Kept his pace until she joined him, crying out his name.
He rolled off her, removed his condom then tucked her to his side and kissed her forehead. “So, that’s helicopter sex. What do you think?”
She hid a smile. “I like it.”
He frowned. “Like? That’s it?”
She tossed a handful of rose petals onto his chest and chuckled. “I suppose I could get used to it.”
“Me too.” He hugged her closer and gave her a kiss that had her melting against him. He checked his watch. “Luckily we have an hour left.”
“And two more condoms,” she joked.
“Is that a challenge?” He kissed the tip of her nose. He took a deep breath. “If so, I accept.” Not a man of empty words, his cock twitched and swelled back to full arousal before her eyes.
Never had sex felt as lighthearted and freeing as it did with him. “Let’s ask Roger to take us to your place. Are you any good at up against the wall sex? I’ve always wanted to try that.”
His chest puffed. “Good at it? I was made for it. For the third time I’m thinking slow, easy sex on my balcony. A nice, easy fuck from behind while we look out over the city.”
Oh, yes. Angelina licked her bottom lip. “Connor?”
“Yes?”
“We’re going to need more condoms.”
A few hours later, naked and sated, Connor was pulled from a deep sleep by an alarm on Angelina’s phone. She didn’t stir. He tapped her phone, wrapped his arms around her and growled into her ear, “Angelina, your phone alarm went off.”