He lifted his hand and held up the drain stopper. The water swirled around me as it started to empty out.
He held out his hand. I stared at it. If I took his hand, I had to let go of my boob. If I let go of my boob, the jig was up. I’d be a willing participant in flashing him.
But maybe that wasn’t such a bad thing.
“Casey.”
I shut my eyes. This was not happening. I had just been imagining him touching me and now I was naked in front of him!
And he looked pissed! Was it because I used half his shower gel? Not exactly the fantasy I had in mind!
“Stand up.”
I shook my head and he sighed. The next thing I knew I was wrapped in a towel and being lifted up and into his arms. He headed for the stairs. The chain brought us up short.
He cursed and stopped, unchaining my ankle. Then he looked at my foot. The toes were kinda wrinkly.
“How long were you in there anyway?”
“A- a while.”
He shook his head at me and carried me up the stairs. He stopped at the doorway at the front of the house and kicked it open. I’d never seen this room before but I knew instantly that it was his.
There was a bed and a dresser with a chair by the window. That was it. But it was warm and inviting just the same. It was spare and masculine and just… his.
“What are you doing?”
He lowered me to the bed and started pulling his clothes off.
“What do you think I’m doing?”
I stared at him.
“You are… changing your clothes?”
His shirt was already unbuttoned, revealing his hard, smooth chest. He shrugged it off and reached for his shoes. They hit the floor one at a time.
“No.”
He reached for his pants. I watched in fascination as he unbuttoned them and started sliding them over his hips.
“Admitting you cheated at poker last night and paying up out of guilt?”
He stood there in his boxer briefs. His hand pressed down on his dick, clearly outlined through the gray cotton. His enormous dick.
His big, huge, very hard dick.
My mouth dropped open.
“No.”
“Huh?”
I looked at his face. He was smiling at me faintly. I realized we had been having a conversation. He’d distracted me with the monster in his shorts.
He crossed to the foot of the bed and pulled me up to stand in front of him. He brushed my hair back and gripped the edge of the towel.
“How are you feeling?”
“Okay.”
“Hangover gone?”
“Yes.”
“Good.”
Then he lifted his hand and slowly pulled the towel away. His eyes flared as he looked down at my body. But only for a second. Because he was on me, pulling me against him, his hot mouth colliding with mine.
My damp breasts smashed against his hot, smooth chest. I moaned as my hands found his thick shoulders. His hands were in my hair, tangling it as he moved my head, tilting it and guiding my jaw down so he could get his tongue inside.
I whimpered as his hands slid lower, holding my back so that I was flush against him. His narrow hips pressed into mine. I felt the heat of him- the power and strength of his throbbing cock as it pressed against me insistently.
I could barely think. But there was one thought that kept circling.
Connor was finally kissing me. This was my first kiss. Connor was my first kiss.
And as far as first kisses went, this one was pretty much taking no prisoners.
“Hmm… Jesus, Casey… lay down for me sweetheart.”
I didn’t say a word. Didn’t have to. Because he lifted me and then I was on my back. Connor held himself above me, kissing me as his hands started to wander.
He leaned down and kissed my breasts one at a time. Then my lips. Then my breasts again.
“God, you are perfect. How can you be so perfect?”
He pulled me up towards him as he rocked against me, his cock circling on my belly. He wasn’t going slow. This was the sexual equivalent of being thrown in the deep end of the pool on your first day at swim class.
I was naked. He was almost naked. This was happening. After all these years, ‘it’ was finally happening. I arched against him and said his name as his fingers slid between my legs.
I whimpered as he toyed with my folds, slowly sliding a finger inside me. I cried out as he worked his thick finger in and out of my body.
“Oh God, sweetheart. You’re so tight…”
He lowered his head, kissing his way down my body. I felt his tongue slide over my pussy lips and moaned. Then he pulled my clit into his mouth and flicked his tongue against it.
I screamed.
He didn’t stop the rapid pulse of his tongue on my most sensitive spot. He held me down as my entire body bounced on the bed. I was coming, as the saying goes, and much harder than I ever had on my own.