Page 362 of Talk Swoony to Me


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We undress each other slowly, taking the time to kiss every inch of skin our lips can reach from our position. From his neck and shoulders to my naked breasts and collarbone. Every part of me is hot and throbbing by the time Connor hikes up my skirt and jerks my panties aside.

I push his sweatpants down, banishing the final barrier between us. Palming his cock with one hand, I rub his tip along my slit, drawing a sudden sharp breath from him. He chuckles, his voice full of urges as I touch myself with it.

“You’re so wet,” he says.

I suck on his bottom lip. “I need you.”

Rubbing his tip against my opening, we both take a breath, sharing the same air as our needs take over and we give into each other.

I slide him inside, sighing with pleasure as he thrusts home. No second thoughts. No condoms. Just skin on skin and a little pill.

Thank you, campus wellness center.

I lie back on the table, my knees spread wide as he fucks me. Connor keeps a hand on my hip to hold me in place. He explores me with the other, his firm touch feeling my body and cupping my breasts as he watches his cock piston in and out of me. I smile, the wild pleasure on his face infectious, the groan in his throat pushing me closer to the edge.

But not close enough.

“Connor,” I moan. “Touch me.”

He doesn’t need to be told twice.

Connor moves his hand down. He rubs my clit, making my back arch and thighs tremble as he grinds even deeper.

“You look so fucking beautiful right now,” he growls.

I tighten my inner muscles around him, a silent thank you. He quivers, slowing down his thrusts, but he doesn’t stop the rub on my clit. So deep, he works me slowly, knowing exactly how to make me come.

“Connor,” I gasp, oh-so-close.

I stare into his eyes, finding love and passion in them. And sex.

Oh-so-much sex.

“Don’t stop,” I say, mewling as I roll my hips to fuck him back.

Connor groans, but he says nothing, his body laser-focused on making mine feel good.

“I’m— I’m?—”

I come with a crashing wave. Connor holds me down with both hands, the devious pleasure in his eyes sparkling as he watches me ride it out.

“So fucking beautiful,” he says when it’s over.

I push myself up to sit, my body still buzzing from climax as I cup his handsome face. I kiss his lips, his cheeks, his brow as he rests his head on my shoulder and resumes his thrust.

“Don’t stop,” I say, catching my breath. “I want to feel you come inside me tonight.”

Connor raises his head. “Lesson forty-seven,” he says with a smirk. “Blondes are nothing but trouble.”

“Be honest,” I say, his kiss on my lips. “You’re just making these lessons up as we go, aren’t you?”

“Yup.”

I laugh. “In that case, we should skip to lesson sixty-nine.”

Connor pulls out with a groan. “Nothing but trouble.”

He picks me up and tosses me over his shoulder. I laugh even harder as he carries me into the bedroom and kicks the door closed behind us.

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