attention to me.
“And risk him killing you both? Or worse, all three of us?” He sighed, taking a deep calming breath. “No, I will not tell him.”
“Thank you.” I replied gratefully.
“Yes, well don't thank me,” he sighed. “It seems my appetite has left me. Excuse me.” Steven stood up and left the table. I looked up at Conner, his expression was unreadable. Gosh, I wish I knew what he was thinking.
“Come with me,” he said as he grabbed my hand, pulling me from the table. He tugged me along all the way to our spot in the woods.
When we cleared the tree line he released my hand.
He walked over to the pond and he splashed some water on his face. There was a chill to the summer air. I was not sure if it was from the cool morning or if the chill was coming from Conner.
“I am sorry,” he replied throwing his arms over his face.
“About?” I asked looking down. My breathing became ragged; I was really not sure what he was apologizing for. I hoped it was not for last night.
“Steven. I should have had a response ready or something,” he admitted. “He is my best friend. I should have known he would notice something was different. I mean he knew I had feelings for you before I even became aware of them.”
“No Conner. How could you? You could not have known.” He looked over at me and noticed my nervous demeanor.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
I nodded. “I thought you were going to apologize for something else.” He walked over to me and slipped his hands around my waist, pulling me against him where I instantly relaxed. It reminded me of the night before. I had been aware of his body, wherever it touched mine. He had been firm, so powerful pressed against me. My stomach danced from the memory.
“No, Francesca. I do not regret last night.” He tilted my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Last night was wonderful. Intense. Passionate.” I blushed at his description. “Everything a first time should be.” He kissed my forehead while pulling me closer to him. I eased into his body absorbing his warmth, breathing in his scent, allowing it to fill my lungs.
I knew I might regret it, but I could not stop myself from asking. “How did it compare to your first time?”
Conner pulled back slightly and I risked a quick glance. His brow was creased and he had a half smirk on his mouth. Letting out an amused sigh, he spoke. “There is no comparison, Francesca.” He grabbed the back of my neck, bending down to look directly at me, “I love you. I wish my first time could have been with you. It should have been. My single regret is that I did not wait long enough to find you.” I smiled and tilted my chin up to lightly kiss his mouth, but Conner pulled me in deepening it. I felt the same passion as I had the previous night. Before I knew it, my hands were tangled in his hair. His hands were exploring my body, running down the bodice of my dress, over my breasts, down my back. I reveled in the feel of him. His hands found my backside and squeezed. I let out a little yelp of pain. The small squeeze reminded me of my inside aches.
“I am sorry, did I hurt you?” He looked at me, eyes full of concern.
I smiled reassuringly, “No. It is just...” I sighed pulling back from him feeling embarrassed. “I am kind of... Sore.”
“Oh! Well I guess you would be... I am sorry. Here I am trying to maul you and...”
I cut him off. “Conner... Trust me, you were not taking it anywhere I did not want it to go myself. I just need a little time.” I reassured him running my hand up his chest.
He kissed me softly on the lips. “Of course. Take all the time you need.” I smiled at him.
I stood on my toes so I could press my lips against his. He tilted his head down to make it easier, then moved his lips to my neck sending chills of excitement through my body. I could tell waiting was going to be very difficult.
Conner pulled back
“And risk him killing you both? Or worse, all three of us?” He sighed, taking a deep calming breath. “No, I will not tell him.”
“Thank you.” I replied gratefully.
“Yes, well don't thank me,” he sighed. “It seems my appetite has left me. Excuse me.” Steven stood up and left the table. I looked up at Conner, his expression was unreadable. Gosh, I wish I knew what he was thinking.
“Come with me,” he said as he grabbed my hand, pulling me from the table. He tugged me along all the way to our spot in the woods.
When we cleared the tree line he released my hand.
He walked over to the pond and he splashed some water on his face. There was a chill to the summer air. I was not sure if it was from the cool morning or if the chill was coming from Conner.
“I am sorry,” he replied throwing his arms over his face.
“About?” I asked looking down. My breathing became ragged; I was really not sure what he was apologizing for. I hoped it was not for last night.
“Steven. I should have had a response ready or something,” he admitted. “He is my best friend. I should have known he would notice something was different. I mean he knew I had feelings for you before I even became aware of them.”
“No Conner. How could you? You could not have known.” He looked over at me and noticed my nervous demeanor.
“Are you alright?” He asked.
I nodded. “I thought you were going to apologize for something else.” He walked over to me and slipped his hands around my waist, pulling me against him where I instantly relaxed. It reminded me of the night before. I had been aware of his body, wherever it touched mine. He had been firm, so powerful pressed against me. My stomach danced from the memory.
“No, Francesca. I do not regret last night.” He tilted my chin up, forcing me to look into his eyes. “Last night was wonderful. Intense. Passionate.” I blushed at his description. “Everything a first time should be.” He kissed my forehead while pulling me closer to him. I eased into his body absorbing his warmth, breathing in his scent, allowing it to fill my lungs.
I knew I might regret it, but I could not stop myself from asking. “How did it compare to your first time?”
Conner pulled back slightly and I risked a quick glance. His brow was creased and he had a half smirk on his mouth. Letting out an amused sigh, he spoke. “There is no comparison, Francesca.” He grabbed the back of my neck, bending down to look directly at me, “I love you. I wish my first time could have been with you. It should have been. My single regret is that I did not wait long enough to find you.” I smiled and tilted my chin up to lightly kiss his mouth, but Conner pulled me in deepening it. I felt the same passion as I had the previous night. Before I knew it, my hands were tangled in his hair. His hands were exploring my body, running down the bodice of my dress, over my breasts, down my back. I reveled in the feel of him. His hands found my backside and squeezed. I let out a little yelp of pain. The small squeeze reminded me of my inside aches.
“I am sorry, did I hurt you?” He looked at me, eyes full of concern.
I smiled reassuringly, “No. It is just...” I sighed pulling back from him feeling embarrassed. “I am kind of... Sore.”
“Oh! Well I guess you would be... I am sorry. Here I am trying to maul you and...”
I cut him off. “Conner... Trust me, you were not taking it anywhere I did not want it to go myself. I just need a little time.” I reassured him running my hand up his chest.
He kissed me softly on the lips. “Of course. Take all the time you need.” I smiled at him.
I stood on my toes so I could press my lips against his. He tilted his head down to make it easier, then moved his lips to my neck sending chills of excitement through my body. I could tell waiting was going to be very difficult.
Conner pulled back
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