Page 41 of Strawberry Kisses

“Do you want me to be honest?” Connor asked, looking up at me from under his long lashes.

“Always.”

“I want you.” My heart leapt into my throat.

“Are you sure?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” He looked confused.

“Well, I’m, um, I’m not exactly, er, experienced…” I fixed my eyes on the door behind Connor. There was a moment of silence.

“And? Do you really think that bothers me?”

“I… No?” It was more of a guess than an actual answer. Connor’s hand came up to cup my jaw, tilting it down until I was looking into his beautiful eyes.

“No, it doesn’t. Not one bit.” He grinned cheekily. “Besides, now I get to teach you, and I’m an excellent teacher.”

I snorted, a weight easing off my chest. “So that’s how it’s going to be?”

“Why don’t we go upstairs and find out?” Connor took my hand, leading me through the empty house towards the stairs. I followed without hesitation. When we got to the stairs, he paused, stepping onto the bottom step and looking at me over his shoulder. “Don’t worry. We won’t do anything more than you’re comfortable with. But I do want to find out what you look like when you come.” He turned and leant in close, his eyes burning with heat. “I bet you look fucking gorgeous.”

Then he turned and started walking again, leaving me speechless behind him. I nearly tripped up the stairs as I followed. My eyes never left his perfect, round ass, which swayed enticingly in front of me. I couldn’t think of anything except his last few sentences. God, I wanted this to be good for him.

I wanted to be good for him.

I wanted to kneel down in front of him and worship him from head to toe because Connor was my world and I needed him to know just how much I adored him. Even if I could never tell him, I hoped I could show him so, when all this was over, he’d never forget what had happened between us.

Connor opened the bedroom door and ushered me inside, clicking it shut behind us and sliding the lock into place. I knew nobody would come looking for us, but it was nice to know nobody was going to come barging in on the off chance we were missed. He took my hand, pulling me towards the bed. I swallowed, feeling suddenly too hot in my shirt, like my skin was on fire, and I just needed to jump into a pool to cool off.

“Take off your shirt,” Connor said. His voice was soft but firm, and my hands moved before he’d even finished speaking.

His eyes roamed over me appreciatively. Part of me felt like I should be nervous because I looked nothing like the man I thought Connor deserved, but then I remembered he wanted this. He wanted me.

“Fuck. You’re so sexy, babe.” He reached out as I undid the last of my shirt buttons, sliding the white fabric over my shoulders. I pulled it off as his fingers skimmed over my chest and down to my stomach. “Wow. You’re perfect.”

“I’m really not.”

“Yes, Patrick, you are. I love your body.” Connor leant in close, his lips tantalisingly close to mine. “I can’t wait to see the rest of it.”

“D-do you want me to take my jeans off?” I asked, my voice coming out breathier than I’d intended. My cock was already straining at the confines of the tight denim. I reached my hand towards it, desperate for some release.

“No.” Connor gently brushed my hand away and smirked. “I’m in charge, and that’s mine now. Yes?”

“Yes.” I nodded. “I’m yours. All yours.”

“Good.” He kissed me. His lips were firm against mine, his fingers gripping my hips as his tongue pushed into my mouth. I moaned as he sucked on my tongue then nipped my bottom lip. My mouth chased his as he stepped away. I heard a whine but wasn’t sure if I’d made the sound or not.

“Take your jeans off but not your boxers.” Connor began to unbutton his shirt, revealing firm, toned, smooth skin that sent my pulse skyrocketing. He shrugged the shirt off and reached for the button on his trousers. It was only then I realised I’d been frozen in place, watching him. Connor raised an eyebrow and his lip curled into a hungry smile. “Jeans, babe. Now.”

“Sorry.” I moved my hands, my eyes still on him.

“It’s okay. I know I’m gorgeous,” he said cheekily, sliding his trousers off before doing a little twirl. He was wearing the tiniest pair of baby-blue briefs that clung to his perky, round ass and highlighted the bulge of his erection. My tongue darted out to lick my lips. I was desperate to get my mouth on him. Sure, I didn’t have skills, but enthusiasm had to count for something.

I finally got my jeans open, pushing them over my thighs and toeing off my socks at the same time. Connor made an appreciative noise, and I blushed.

“God, you’re so fucking sexy.” He stepped close to me, kissing me again and taking the arguments out of my mouth. “Lie on the bed.”

Nodding, I turned then squeaked loudly as Connor grabbed my ass. Then I laughed. “Wow, that was a dignified noise. Can we, um, can we forget I made that sound?”

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