Page 84 of Mr. Swoony

Her fingers press into my shoulder blades, and her legs come up to my hips as I pull back so I can watch her. I run my hand up the outside of her silky, smooth thigh and slide back into her warm, wet pussy.

When I wedge my hand between our bodies and find her clit, her head pushes back into the pillow the minute my thumb makes contact. Bending down, I lick up the column of her neck, up and over her chin until my lips are on hers.

She’s making so many noises, I know she’s getting closer, so I keep up the pace of my hips, my body sliding over hers. Her nipples run along my muscular chest every time my cock slides in and out of her, and it makes me want to dip my head and bite her nipple.

But she whispers, “Kiss me,” her hand wrapping around the back of my head and pulling me down to her.

Our kiss is wild and messy, and sweat beads along our skin the longer we go at it. Pressure builds in my balls, and I want to come so badly, but at the same time, I never want this to end. I thrust my tongue into her mouth and hammer in and out of her faster and then faster again, until the only sounds that fill the bedroom are the slapping sound of skin meeting skin and our heavy breaths.

She writhes underneath me. I know she’s close, so I strip my lips off hers, burrowing my head into the crook of her neck.

“I’m never going to get enough of you, Eloise. Never. Plan on fucking all night, because I’m far from done with you.”

Her body tenses under mine, and I kiss my way back to her lips. My kiss doesn’t linger, though, because I selfishly want to hear her scream.

As soon as her pussy clenches around my cock, and she cries out, “Oh, god,” it’s over for me too. I thrust once more, my hand slipping off her clit as I empty myself inside the condom.

When I have nothing more to give, I slide off her, my back to the mattress as I work to catch my breath. “There’s my conditioning for the day.”

She turns to her side, resting her head in her palm. “That’s disappointing. Here I thought I’d get a lot more from sleeping with the infamous Conor Nilsen.”

I give her a quick kiss and hop off the bed. “Don’t worry. I’ve still got more to give.”

Once I’m in the bathroom, I dispose of the condom and wash my hands quickly, eager to get back to bed with Eloise, knowing my words about never getting enough of her were true.

Thirty-Four

Conor

I’m not sure how we got into this position, but I’m not complaining.

Eloise is straddling my lap, all sexy in my button-down shirt from earlier tonight. My hands splay on the outsides of her thighs, and damn, her skin is so soft.

“More?” she asks, offering me a bite of the piece of pizza she’s eating.

I suggested room service, but she said she was dying for pizza.

I open my mouth, and she holds it out, watching me take a bite. Then she takes a bite. I can’t take my eyes off of her, the smile on her face, her infectious energy. It’s as if someone transported me somewhere I never knew existed, let alone knew I wanted to spend all my time there.

“I like this,” I admit.

She continues eating her pizza, mumbling, “What?” around a mouthful of food, covering her mouth with her hand while she chews.

“Being here… with you.” I’m still hesitant to confess all the feelings running through me because I’m afraid to scare her off.

She kisses me briefly and sits back up.

I’m wearing only a pair of shorts, and my dick is very aware of the lack of fabric between us, but I’ve already had her twice. Since we left the dinner before the actual meal, our stomachs were growling after we finished our second round. My dick twitches just thinking about how she rode me, and I finally got to enjoy her tits in my hands and mouth.

“I like it too.” She drops the crust in the box and grabs the waters I took out of the mini fridge when the pizza arrived. “I’ve never had this before.”

My fingers dip under my shirt, running along her hips. “What?”

I throw the question her way, curious and anxious to hear her response.

“It’s just… easy. Being with you takes no effort.”

It’s the best thing I’ve ever heard. “That’s exactly it, but I’m sure you had something like this with Tristan. At least in the beginning.” I hate that my insecurities are making themselves known, and I’m sure she can probably see right through me.

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