Page 127 of The Recovery Coach
She looped her arms around his neck, crushed her lips to his, and hopped, wrapping her legs around his waist.He caught her, his hands spanning the curve of her ass.He squeezed and kneaded.
Connor carried her straight to his bedroom and plopped her on his bed.She stripped her shirt over her head and reached around to unclip her bra while he shucked off his pants.
Mostly undressed, Olivia crawled backwards on his bed.He stalked toward her, covering her body with his, every bit the predator.She didn’t mind being his prey.The skin-to-skin contact set butterflies off in her belly.Fuck, he was warm.Hard and soft all at once.
His lips locked with hers again, and she got lost in every lick, nip, and suck he offered her.His erection pressed against her clit and she squirmed against him as he kissed his way down her neck.Her hands found his ass, and she pulled his hips tighter against her own, cursing the two layers of fabric between them.
“Fuck, Connor.Please,” she moaned, her head tossed back and eyes closed in pleasure.
“Please what, love?”
She couldn’t name the exact thing she wanted.
“More.”
His hands found her nipples, and he ran his thumbs over the hard, achy tips.He bit the soft skin of her cleavage, one hand still toying with a nipple while his mouth found the other.He swirled his tongue around it.The attention to her chest sent waves of pleasure straight to her core.Her panties were soaked through.
“Connor,” she said, breathy.
She ran a hand up his back and tangled her fingers in the hair at his nape, holding him in place, not wanting him to stop but needing more.He pressed his hips harder against her, his ass flexing in her palm.
“Fuck.Livy.”
“Yes, that.Please.More.Fuck me.”
He repeated the motion with another groan, and his teeth clamped ever so lightly on her nipple.Her hips moved with his.She climbed higher with every thrust.
And then he pulled away, taking his body heat with him, and she let out an outraged cry.
She opened her eyes to glare at him and found him smirking at her.
“You’re kinda greedy, aren’t you?”
“Fuck you.”
“I knew you were planning on it, but thanks for the reassurance.”
He looped his fingers in the waistband of her panties and tugged them down while she lifted her legs so he could pull them all the way off.She spread her legs as he tossed the scrap of lace to the side.He skimmed his hands along the insides of her thighs.
“You’re so fucking pretty.”
“I’m pretty when I come, too,” Olivia said.“How about you find out?”
Connor laughed, but her attitude earned her exactly what she wanted.He plunged two fingers inside her, finding her G-spot while simultaneously drawing circles around her clit with his thumb.Olivia balled her hands in the sheets, writhing under his attention.The pressure in her center built fast, and she came all over his hand faster than she thought possible.
“You lied,” he said before she’d caught her breath.
“What?”
“You lied to me.You’re not pretty when you come.You’re fucking gorgeous.A goddess.”
Before she could respond, he delved into her again, this time with his mouth.He played with her nipples as he licked, and a second orgasm rocketed through her.He coaxed every last shiver, pulse, and aftershock from her with his tongue and teeth.
She was a useless pile of mush when he climbed her body, trailing kisses along the way.When he reached her face, he kissed her deeply.She closed her eyes and enjoyed the happy chemicals he’d provided, her limbs heavy.His hard cock rested against her stomach and he rolled his hips, grinding it into her.
“Do you still want me to fuck you?”Connor’s voice was gravel in her ear, and with one sentence, she was full of energy again.
“No,” she said.He groaned and rolled away.She rolled with him, straddling him and rubbing herself against his erection.He sucked in a breath.“I want to fuck you.”
