Page 81 of Our Secret Moments
“Show me what makes you feel good, Catherine, or I won’t touch you at all,” I explain. Her chest rises and falls at my words and her tongue sneaks out, wetting her bottom lip. Fuck. I’m definitely not going to last. “I’m pretty good at keeping my hands to myself when it comes to you.”
“Your hand was up my skirt the entire meal, Connie. That alone tells me very differently,” she muses.
“And I’ve been dying for a taste of you since I felt how wet you were,” I reply gruffly, circling my thumb around the soft spot of her ankle. She shudders at my words and goosebumps arise along her legs.
“For someone who has such trouble speaking in front of crowds, you have the dirtiest mouth,” she mutters. Then she has the fucking audacity to raise her hand to her breast, circling her nipple until it hardens and I bite back a groan.
“Show me, Catherine. I’m fucking dying here,” I get out through gritted teeth.
She finally listens to me then, laying back on the bed and spreading her legs wider, propping one leg up onto the mattress.
This is a fucking sight – her legs opened in front of me, her pretty pussy on display just for me. Every part of her, inside and out, is perfect to me.
She slides her hand down from her chest, across her stomach and then down towards her heat. Her head is still tilted to the ceiling and I watch every single one of her movements like it’s the best movie I’ve ever seen in my life. I can see just how wet she is and when her fingers contact her arousal, her body immediately contracts.
“Fuck,” she gasps. I don’t say anything. I try to keep as quiet as possible, only focusing on what she’s showing me. Two of her fingers play with her swollen clit, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head. It’s fucking uncomfortable sitting here, my cock desperate for attention as she gets herself off. Her pace increases and I almost lose my mind. “Connor,” she moans. Is it possible to come from that sound alone? “I can’t– Fuck. I can’t.”
“You’re doing so good, baby. Keep going,” I encourage, palming my erection in my lap. She continues working her fingers over her clit, not penetrating herself with any of herfingers, but her whole body starts to spasm. Her legs open and close around her fingers, tiny gasps escaping her lips that make my dick throb in my hand. “That’s it.”
I don’t know why I decided to talk, because the second the words left my mouth, her thighs shook as she came hard, twisting her face into the side of the bedsheets, stifling her moan.
I still don’t touch her as her body settles, her chest heaving. Her fingers still aimlessly move around her sex, but I don’t think she even notices she’s doing it. She looks so fucking hot like this – all worked up and dishevelled just for me. My Catherine.
When her eyes connect with me, a lazy smile on her lips as she leans up on her elbows, I know now more than ever how badly I want her. How badly I want her to feel the rawest part of me.
“Kiss me now,” she whispers, almost begging, “Kiss me anywhere.”
CAT
Since Connor shucked off his boxers and towered over me on the bed, my whole body hasn’t been able to stop shaking. He’s made me come multiple times just bylookingat me. I’m fucking terrified for the moment when he’s inside me.
I’m about to have sex with Connor Bailey for the first time and my thoughts won’t stop spinning. What are we doing? Are we just hooking up, or are we more than that? Is this just a fling for this semester until he gets bored of me, or when he starts to get sick of my sad moods?
As if he can read my thoughts, he tilts my face to him, cupping my cheek with one hand. “I’ve got you sweetheart. Youcan stop worrying,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to my lips. I let him melt into me for a second before I push him back slightly.
“Connor, what are we doing? I can’t do this unless I know what we are,” I explain, feeling completely embarrassed. But I need some clarity. I’ve never been good at just playing it cool. “Are you my boyfriend, or not? Are we going to go on dates and hold hands? Are we just fooling around? Is this just a one-time thing or… what?”
He laughs quietly, kissing the side of my mouth, but I’m still frowning. “You’re my girlfriend, Catherine. I thought that was obvious. I’m yours and yours only. You’re the reason I want to get up in the morning just so I can make you smile. I want to be around you all the time. I’ll hold your hand if that’s what you like. I’ll take you on as many dates as you want. I’ll be the best you’ve ever had.”
The words weigh on me, almost making me dizzy. “Just like that?”
“Just like that,” he replies, kissing me deeply. He brushes my sweaty curls from the side of my face. “Great. Glad that’s all cleared up. Can we have sex now?”
“Yes,” I reply through a giggle, unable to stop myself from laughing at the absurdity.
I really should have prepared myself more for this because the second he rolls on the condom, braces his hands on my hips and lines up his cock with my entrance, I know my life is going to be irrevocably changed.
I’m already panting, a wet mess, helplessly desperate for him. He keeps his eyes locked with mine when he slowly – soslowly– nudges the tip into me. It’s hardly anything, but my whole body instantly responds to him and a soft whimper leaves my mouth. Even when he pushes more of himself into me, filling me up so fucking well, my eyes can’t help but close with pleasure.
It feels like I’ve been set on fire from the inside out. Every pressure point in my body tightens with need as he slowly rocks himself into me.
“Is this good?” I nod frantically, gasping for air when his nails dig into my hips. “Talk to me, baby.” He leans down and kisses across my breasts as he continues slowly pushing himself into me. “Is this good for you?”
“Fuck, Connor,” I whine, my hand tightening on the sheets of the bed. He tilts his head playfully, that smug smirk on his mouth, knowing exactly what he’s doing to me. He pushes into me again, filling me to the hilt and a loud moan escapes my mouth at the euphoric sensation. “God. That feels so good.”
He laughs quietly, but he styles it out with a groan when I finally manage to move my hips slightly.
“You’ve got to be quiet, Catherine. Can you do that for me?” My head falls back just from the words that leave his lips, causing me to slap my hand around my mouth, trying to be as quiet as possible.