After he finished tasting me, he climbed on top of me, exposing his big, throbbing cock. My mouth began to water from the sight of his massive hard on. He tilted his head as he hovered over me, almost as if he was asking permission to enter.
I nodded once, knowing words were too much to give in the moment.
He engulfed my lips against his, kissing me hard and long. I gasped as I felt him sliding into me, giving me all of him. As he thrust his hardness inside me, my fingers wrapped around his back, and my nails dug into his skin. I didn’t know it could feel like that. I didn’t know making love could feel like life and death, prayers and sins, heaven and hell. His normal playful demeanor was gone, and when I looked into his eyes I saw his dilated stare that was filled with desire, with passion, with love.
“Oh, gosh, yes, Connor…please…keep…” I breathed out, exhausted yet completely in bliss and wanting more of him. Wanting all of him.
“God, you feel as good as you taste,” he muttered against my mouth before kissing me harder and thrusting into me deeper. His words mixed with his movements and the rain made it impossible for me to hold back any longer.
“I’m going to… Connor…I…”
“Do it for me, come for me,” he whispered, making me even more hot and bothered. My hips rolled up and down as he continued to fuck the life out of my body. Connor had many personalities, but I didn’t know the dirty talker was one of them. That made me crave him even more than I had before.
I came hard against him, my whole body trembling as I released. He thrust hard into me once, as his hands rested against my shoulders.
“Shit, you’re going to make me come next,” he said, still pumping into me.
“Please,” I begged, opening my eyes to find his blues staring at mine. “Please come inside me. I want all of you. Connor…please…fuck me like you mean it.”
Those words sent him into overload as he pressed his arms against the hard ground and began going more and more, in and out, in and out, fucking me as if he’d find forever between my thighs and our future against my lips.
A few moments later, he lost himself inside me, giving me everything he had, breathing heavy as he unloaded himself. When he finished, he fell to the left side of me onto his back, and we both lay there for a moment, completely out of breath as the rain hammered against our skin.
“Holy,” he whispered.
“Shit,” I finished.
“That was…”
“Amazing.”
Silence fell over us as time passed for a few moments. We both worked on catching our breath before he rolled over onto his side to face me. He had a goofy grin on his face that I loved so much, and he trailed his lips down every inch of my body. “You’re perfect, you’re perfect,” he whispered with every kiss, landing against my lips. “You’re perfect.”
I sighed, feeling whole for the first time in a long time as his mouth rested against mine, and said, “We’re perfect.”
34
Aaliyah
For the next few days, Connor and I woke up making love and we fell asleep doing the same. We switched back and forth with whose bedroom we’d fall into, and sometimes it just ended up happening on the kitchen countertop. Or the living room sofa. Or the rooftop.
That was my favorite, the wind blowing against our warm flesh as he drove deep inside me, the moon shining bright as he made me weak in my knees. My favorite thing about the way our bodies fell together was how he made it both gentle and hard. Soft and rough, kind and dangerous. I loved how he inhaled my entire existence. Even though there were times I thought I’d fade away from overexerting myself, I didn’t even care because it felt so good with him inside me.
He made love to me as if it was both the first and last time. Therefore, that meant every single session quickly became the best sex I’d ever had. He never stopped until I got off multiple times, too. It must’ve been that Southern gentleman in him, because he always made sure I came first. Ladies first.
I always returned the favor.
I didn’t know it was possible—having two humans both end up fulfilled.
It felt as if I were living in a dream world, but sadly every dream had to come to an end.
One morning, Connor had a conference call earlier in the morning, so I woke up in bed alone. I woke up in pain. It wasn’t out of the blue. I knew over the past few weeks my symptoms were building up.
I was more tired than normal. Walking short distances winded me. My ankles were swelling again. Connor even noticed the swelling, but I blamed it on wearing a pair of heels all day at work. He gave me ankle massages, and when he’d fall asleep at night, I’d cry thinking about how seriously wrong I’d been feeling.