side of the bed. His erection springs free, rock hard and throbbing. As I move back towards him, Connor grabs my wrists and pulls me roughly down on top of him. His hands tangle in my hair, and I feel him pulling the hair tie out. He sits up with me straddling his lap again.
I raise up on my knees and line myself up with his waiting and willing cock. As I lower myself down on him, I feel the barbells of his piercing gliding along my walls, creating the delicious friction my body has been missing. Connor groans beneath me. He looks up with hooded eyes, full of hunger and love. “I have you in my arms again, and I’m never letting you go.”
I’ve never been in this position before. Connor has always been on top or had me pressed up against a wall. As I move my hips in sync with Connor thrusting up, I feel so full; he feels so deep within me. I can’t even begin to describe how incredible he feels. Connor glides his hands up my sides to cup both of my breasts in his large hands, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples.
“Oh! God!”
“That’s it, baby.”
Connor continues to thrust up and into me as I grind down onto him. My body is humming with need. I can’t get close enough to him. I brace my hands on his shoulders and dig my nails into his taut flesh. My mind goes completely blank. I have no coherent thought at all. I am nothing but sensation as I pick up my pace. Connor's hips come up and meet mine every time. We're both panting and moaning.
Connor leans back against the pillows, and it feels like his cock gets impossibly deeper within me. I toss my head back, pushing my breasts out and into his hands even more. His hands aren’t gentle as he squeezes and massages them. They feel full and heavy with want. I’m so close. I feel the tight coiling low in my belly, and Connor is growing thicker and harder. The end of his cock and that incredible piercing hitting me in a spot I didn’t even know existed before have me begging for more.
This isn’t the gentle lovemaking Connor and I have shared in the past. This is a raw release of all of the tension, pain and heartache we both have been holding onto. I’m letting it all out. I feel even more vulnerable and exposed now than I did the first time Connor touched me.
“I fucking love you!” Connor grunts, pulling down on my hips so hard that I’m sure I will have bruises where his fingers are digging into my skin. “Oh, fuck!!”
“I —I…” I can’t form words as Connor moves one of his hands to rub between us. He presses right at the spot where we are connected and I splinter into a million pieces on a series of whimpers as I spasm around him. My body can’t hold itself up any longer and I collapse on top of his chest, barely able to catch my breath. My entire body feels like it's on fire. Connor stokes an inferno within me that will never be extinguished.
Connor thrusts up two more times before I feel him release inside me with a loud groan.
“Missed. You. So. Fucking. Much.” Each word is panted out. “God. I. Love. You.” He bands his arms tightly around my back, stroking up and down my spine. When his breathing finally evens out, he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck and whispers hoarsely, “Sweetness, I will do any and everything I can to keep you where you are right in this moment.”
~
I’m still lying on top of Connor. It’s been at least two hours. He's fallen asleep, and his steady breathing is soothing to me, but I know that I have to leave. As much as I want to stay here in his arms and never leave, I know that I can’t. We haven’t talked about what happened, we haven’t talked about what made him say all those poisonous things to me. My heart wants to forgive him and forget about everything, but my mind is telling me that I have to do what is right for me and the baby. I let passion and fire cloud my judgment. I need a clear head right now. I have to get out of here, and without Connor waking up. If he looks
I raise up on my knees and line myself up with his waiting and willing cock. As I lower myself down on him, I feel the barbells of his piercing gliding along my walls, creating the delicious friction my body has been missing. Connor groans beneath me. He looks up with hooded eyes, full of hunger and love. “I have you in my arms again, and I’m never letting you go.”
I’ve never been in this position before. Connor has always been on top or had me pressed up against a wall. As I move my hips in sync with Connor thrusting up, I feel so full; he feels so deep within me. I can’t even begin to describe how incredible he feels. Connor glides his hands up my sides to cup both of my breasts in his large hands, his thumbs brushing over my sensitive nipples.
“Oh! God!”
“That’s it, baby.”
Connor continues to thrust up and into me as I grind down onto him. My body is humming with need. I can’t get close enough to him. I brace my hands on his shoulders and dig my nails into his taut flesh. My mind goes completely blank. I have no coherent thought at all. I am nothing but sensation as I pick up my pace. Connor's hips come up and meet mine every time. We're both panting and moaning.
Connor leans back against the pillows, and it feels like his cock gets impossibly deeper within me. I toss my head back, pushing my breasts out and into his hands even more. His hands aren’t gentle as he squeezes and massages them. They feel full and heavy with want. I’m so close. I feel the tight coiling low in my belly, and Connor is growing thicker and harder. The end of his cock and that incredible piercing hitting me in a spot I didn’t even know existed before have me begging for more.
This isn’t the gentle lovemaking Connor and I have shared in the past. This is a raw release of all of the tension, pain and heartache we both have been holding onto. I’m letting it all out. I feel even more vulnerable and exposed now than I did the first time Connor touched me.
“I fucking love you!” Connor grunts, pulling down on my hips so hard that I’m sure I will have bruises where his fingers are digging into my skin. “Oh, fuck!!”
“I —I…” I can’t form words as Connor moves one of his hands to rub between us. He presses right at the spot where we are connected and I splinter into a million pieces on a series of whimpers as I spasm around him. My body can’t hold itself up any longer and I collapse on top of his chest, barely able to catch my breath. My entire body feels like it's on fire. Connor stokes an inferno within me that will never be extinguished.
Connor thrusts up two more times before I feel him release inside me with a loud groan.
“Missed. You. So. Fucking. Much.” Each word is panted out. “God. I. Love. You.” He bands his arms tightly around my back, stroking up and down my spine. When his breathing finally evens out, he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck and whispers hoarsely, “Sweetness, I will do any and everything I can to keep you where you are right in this moment.”
~
I’m still lying on top of Connor. It’s been at least two hours. He's fallen asleep, and his steady breathing is soothing to me, but I know that I have to leave. As much as I want to stay here in his arms and never leave, I know that I can’t. We haven’t talked about what happened, we haven’t talked about what made him say all those poisonous things to me. My heart wants to forgive him and forget about everything, but my mind is telling me that I have to do what is right for me and the baby. I let passion and fire cloud my judgment. I need a clear head right now. I have to get out of here, and without Connor waking up. If he looks
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