Page 82 of The Chemistry Coach
Daisy dragged her fingers over his abs, starting her loop over.His heavy sigh encouraged her, and she slowed her pace and lightened her pressure.When her fingers reached his waistband again, she slid them right past it, using one finger to trace the hard length of him.She twirled her finger around the head of his dick through his sweats and found his limit.
“Fuck, Daisy.I can only handle so much.”Connor’s voice was coarse in her ear.He rolled her off of him, and she laughed, the thrill of making him lose control feeding her own desire.He sank his teeth into the soft skin at her throat, and her laughter cut off.When he pulled away, the suction of his mouth on her neck made a popping sound.One hand found the outside of her thigh and hitched it around his hip.“You think it’s fucking funny, teasing me like that.”
She smirked at him.“A little, yeah.”
He rolled his hips into hers, his dick grinding against the ache in her center, and it was her turn to moan.Connor kissed her roughly, one hand tangled in her hair as he dragged her to him.He nipped and sucked at her bottom lip, demanding she open for him.When she did, his tongue licked into her mouth while he continued the steady motion of his hips that was pushing her toward the edge.She met him thrust for thrust, desperate for more.She pushed at his shoulders and he stilled, pulling away from her, but she locked her legs around his waist, keeping him in place while she leaned forward enough to strip off her shirt.Daisy tried to pull him down so she could resume kissing him, but he resisted, staring at her.Daisy took the opportunity to tease him more.She palmed and kneaded her breasts, pinching her own nipples and gauging his reaction.His throat bobbed when he swallowed, and he licked his swollen lips.He looked like he wanted to devour her, and Daisy had never been more powerful.She could demand the world, and he’d deliver it to her on a silver platter.
“You’re fucking perfect,” he said, and descended on her.
His teeth scraped her soft flesh as he lavished her cleavage with attention.She let him squeeze and jiggle and stroke.He took full advantage, biting one nipple and then soothing the sting with the hot, wet caress of his tongue.Every nip, tweak, and flick of his mouth and hands sent bolts of pleasure straight to her pussy until she couldn’t take it anymore.“Please, Connor.”He smiled against her skin and peered at her through his lashes, his mouth still on her tits.
“Please what, Daisy?”He didn’t wait for her to answer before resuming his previous activity.
She stared at him, trying to figure out what she wanted.Why did he have to be so fucking hot?She couldn’t think when he was doing that.She shifted her hips, trying to grind against him, but he’d pulled away from her to pay attention to her chest, and there was nothing there to give her the friction she needed.The groan she let out was more of a growl.“Connor!”
It was a demand, but he didn’t make it easy on her.“Tell me what you want.”
She glared at him, torn between giving in to his request or taking her pleasure.While she debated, his hands roamed her body.He sat on his heels and pulled her hips to his.His hand came to a rest over her shorts, his thumb on her clit but not giving her any pressure.She wiggled, trying to get him to give in.He didn’t.His thumb moved in a barely there circle, and she decided this was not the hill she would die on.
“Make me come.”Her voice was a nearly silent whisper, but he heard her.
He rubbed her through her shorts and her hips chased the movement, the pace steady and pressure firm.She needed more.Daisy tugged at the hem of her shorts.
“Take them off.”
Connor complied, pulling the dark green fabric down her hips and off her body, taking the time to kiss both ankles where they came to a rest on his shoulders.He let his hands skim down her legs.
“Where are your panties, Daisy?”
“I didn’t wear any.”
He pulled her hips tight against his and dragged her bare pussy down his bulge, leaving a wet spot on the front of his sweats.
“I see that.Why?”
Daisy was past needing control of the situation.“Because I thought you would like it.”
Connor rewarded her with the drag of his fingers through her wet folds and the return of the steady rhythm of his thumb on her clit.
“Fuck.I do.I love it.I love that you came here, planning to fuck me.That you’re so wet for me.”
Daisy was climbing, the tension in her building, her legs shaking.Then he stopped, and she wasn’t embarrassed about the whine she let out.Without warning, he slipped a finger inside her.When he curled it and hit that magical little spot, she was no longer complaining.She was writhing and desperate, and the moans she let out were over the top, but she didn’t care.When he added a second finger and resumed his attention to her clit, she exploded.Her body shook, and her pussy spasmed around his fingers.She wasn’t on earth anymore, her vision blurred and ears plugged, a mass of nerves and pleasure.He kept up the friction as she came back down, coaxing little aftershocks from her until she pulled his hand away.A sweaty, spent mess, she relaxed into the mattress and tried to catch her breath.
“Holy shit,” was all she could say.
He gave her a smug smile and pulled away, settling into the position he’d been sitting in before Daisy teased him.He tried to gather her in his arms, but she locked her elbows, pushing against him.
“What are you doing?”she asked.
“Well, I was going to cuddle, but now I feel like that’s wrong.”
Daisy brought herself to her knees and climbed into his lap, straddling him.“I guess we could, but I wasn’t quite done.”She palmed his erection.
Connor’s cock twitched in her hand.
“Unless you don’t want to...”
“I want to!”
