Page 79 of A Castle in the Sky: Fern & Connor
There was a sizable bulge in his pants, and she lazily reached across to run her hand over it before giving it a gentle squeeze.
"Don't," he muttered in a strangled voice, but she wasn't listening. She slowly unzipped his jeans and reached in to tease him through the material of his boxers. It was already wet as she moved up and down with soft, wandering hands.
Connor broke every speed limit in Manchester, getting to his apartment.
They barely made it to his flat before he lifted her against the door, kissing her like he was trying to suck the air from her lungs.
The kiss started frantic and messy, then slower and deeper. He slowly lowered her so she was standing on tiptoes with his hands gripping her butt and pushing one muscular thigh between hers. She looped her arms around his neck as he ground his straining cock against her. It took all his control to step back.
He stripped without losing contact with her, watching her with blazing eyes. Didn't want to rush it; no, he wanted to savour every inch as he pulled the zip of her dress down and it slid to the floor. She hadn't worn a bra, and her thong was in his pant pocket. With a hiss of relief, he pulled her skin to skin, savouring that first moment of contact. He had missed this and he would die to keep her with him. He captured every soft breath, every sleepy sigh, every sweet little twitch of her hips against his, like his body had been dreaming of hers. When he dropped his jeans and boxers to the floor, his cock sprangfree, thick and full, leaking for her. Just thinking about how tight she was, how wet she was going to be, almost tipped him over, but he carried her to bed and slid in behind her, the mattress dipping under his weight. She moved sinuously against him in soft, lazy movements. A sigh broke through her parted lips as she felt him against the crease of her buttocks. She closed her eyes, still tucked inside that dreamy place where he was her every fantasy come to life.
Connor leaned in, pressing his lips behind her ear. "Do you want this, sweetheart?" He gathered her wrists above her head and held them down, his chest hair rubbing against her sensitive skin. "Have you missed me?"
She let out a soft, broken moan like she'd been waiting for this. His callused fingers dragging over her stomach, down to the curve of her hip. Her warm skin felt like velvet beneath his hands. Gentle fingers explored her soft pink folds , probing and relearning her contours before spreading her lips wide. One thick middle finger found her opening and plunged in without any warning. She was soaked—soaked because her body recognised and was starved for his touch.
"Oh, baby..." he groaned, voice a thick, rough rasp. "You need me inside you, don't you?"
He trailed his fingers through her folds, spreading her open, teasing the swollen little bundle of nerves. She gasped, shifting against him, grinding back into his hand. "That's it," he murmured, curling two fingers to press inside. "So fuckin' tight. So fuckin' mine."
She moaned, her back arching. "God, I can't wait to feel you around me," he growled. "Did this pussy miss me?" She whimpered something soft and half-tortured—just garbled noises that didn't make any sense—but the sound of it went straight to his cock. He slid twofingers in deep and felt her squeeze and flutter like she was already on the edge.
"You want my cock, don't you, sweetheart?" he whispered, dragging his tongue up the side of her neck. "You want me to fill you up. Stuff you so full, you will be feeling me inside you for days."
She cried out—high and breathy—and rocked her hips against his hand. "Fuck, yeah," Connor groaned. "That's my girl."
He couldn't wait anymore, not when her pussy was already clenching around his fingers like it wanted to strangle them. The scent of her arousal was thick in the sheets, her body already slick and open and begging to be filled. He slid his hand up her spine, firm and slow, then grabbed her hips and rolled her onto her stomach. She murmured something soft, restless under his hands, but her eyes held his while her breath sawed in and out. He dragged her hips up beneath him, pushed her knees apart until she was spread wide on her hands and stomach with her arse tilted up, her pussy glistening in the dim light.
"Look at you," he breathed, voice low and hungry. "Your pretty little pussy's beggin' for my cock." He lined himself up and dragged the heavy head through her folds, coating himself in her wetness. He pressed in, with his hands firm on her hips, when she tried to squirm away. The stretch was slow, brutal, and perfect. Her silky cunt held him like it had been waiting, remembering the shape of him, sucking him in with every inch. He bottomed out in one long, groaning thrust, and he held still while buried deep, trembling with restraint.
"Fuck... " he hissed as he drew her tight against his chest, then reached to pinch her tight nipple, making her jump with the pleasure and pain. "I've missed this. So full of me."
She whimpered. Connor rocked back, then slammed in again, harder this time. Her body jolted, thighs shaking from trying to stay up. Her breath came in a low cry. "That's it," he groaned, setting a slow rhythm—deep and rough. "Take it, baby. Take every fuckin' inch." Her back arched while she fisted the sheets.
"You feel like silk wrapped around me," he rasped into her ear. She moaned a long, aching sigh that made his balls draw tight.
"You want this, don't you?" he groaned. "Want me to fill you up again?"
His thrusts were erratic as he lost control—slamming deep into her while the sound of skin on skin filled the room, along with her soft, broken gasps. She was so close to the edge, he could feel it in the flutters around him as her thighs trembled.
"Come for me," he growled. "Come all over my fuckin' cock, baby. Then I'm gonna fill you up."
And she did, and as her pussy squeezed him like a fist, Connor finally let go, biting into her neck as he emptied himself deep inside her in thick, hot spurts. When he was spent, he collapsed over her, breath rough in her ear. "Fuck... that's it, baby. You took that so well. My good fuckin' girl..."
She was limp beneath him. Her body was trembling with the aftershocks, her breath slow and uneven as he slowly eased himself out and got rid of the condom. Then he went into the bathroom and came back with a warm towel, and he proceeded to spread her legs and clean her up while she lay there in a spent puddle of satisfaction. He swatted her hands away when she tried to take the towel from him before kneeling between her thighs to keep them apart and finish the job. His cock was still half-hard as he bent down to kiss her intimately,running his tongue over her sensitive nub, ignoring her whine about being too sensitive.
"Fuck," he muttered, breath catching in his throat. "Baby." Then he knelt behind her, hands moving over the curve of her breast, squeezing and kneading, soft now where they'd been rough before. He spread her thighs again, just enough to see the slow pulse of her cunt, still fluttering and slightly red and swollen from how hard he had taken her. He groaned low in his chest and slid two fingers inside. She twitched under his hand, made a tiny sound—half a sigh, half a moan—now half-asleep.
"So beautiful'," he murmured, voice thick with affection. He stroked her gently from the inside, watching his fingers disappear again and again before she sighed and came again in slow, soft waves.
Afterwards, lying tangled in sheets that smelled like him, Fern whispered, "There won't be any second chances."
Connor brushed his thumb down the curve of her cheek and hugged her close. "I won't need one."
And this time, she believed him.
Chapter 35
Nine months later...
