Sallinger, Elene - Reflection (The Chrysalis Series)

She briefly debated taking him over the edge. There was power in the knowledge that she could make a man lose himself. To swallow down his essence and take him into her body that way. But she wanted more, she wanted him inside her. She wanted to feel him between her legs and his hands on her body.

With a long, tight draw, she pulled off him and gloried in his harsh groan. She was definitely liking this. There was no need to think deeper than that.

‘Condom?’ she asked as she rolled off the bed.

‘Side drawer.’ He nodded toward the night table closest to him.

She grabbed a condom from the drawer and tossed it on the bed. For the briefest moment, she hesitated. Emotions flickered across her face that he didn’t like. Just as he was about to speak, her face cleared and she quickly removed her pyjamas.

His body clenched in response to the sight she presented. Her breasts were full and swollen with desire. A light flush painted her pale skin and her underwear – hell, did this woman believe in lingerie? They were white cotton … briefs?

Thankfully, she stripped those off too, revealing a neatly trimmed thatch of coppery curls. He was going to have to work on this part of her self-image. She clearly had a problem with seeing herself as sexual or being sexual. She’d surprised him so far. He hadn’t expected her to go so far when he’d challenged her. He’d just wanted her to feel in control of the situation.

Her mouth on his cock had been heaven. Soft and wet, it had been a struggle to not grab her head and thrust deeply into her mouth.

Damn, she tried his control! The blood was rushing to his dick and his entire body was on fire with the need to get inside her and claim her.

Fuck, Connor. Relax, he told himself.

He couldn’t afford to screw up this first time. There would be time to play and push her in the future. This was not the time.

She crawled over him, straddling his hips. She was slick and wet and he couldn’t help himself. He stroked her slit with a finger and sucked the moisture from the tip. She was tangy and sweet. He wanted to bury his tongue inside her.

She moaned; a soft, low sound that was music to his ears. The condom was on the bed. He wanted to grab it and move this along, but she had to do this. So, gathering what self-control he had left, he waited.

Thankfully, she had mercy on him.

She snatched up the condom and rolled it on him a little clumsily, but she got it done.

Rising up, she fisted his erection and settled herself over him, pressing him deep inside. It was like being sucked into an exquisite, velvet vice. She rocked and rolled her hips until he was fully seated and then she stilled.

Her knees were locked on his hips and she panted, her breasts rising and falling. She bit her lip, seeming to be thinking hard. Not at all where he wanted her. He wanted her in the moment. Not thinking, only feeling.

He flexed his hips and pushed deeper inside her, causing them both to moan. He fisted his sheets and flexed his hips again, grinding their bodies together.

Bridget’s eyes closed and he saw a frown flit across her face before she said, ‘Touch me, Connor.’

Hell, yeah.

He reached for her breasts, cupping and fondling them. Her nipples were hard nubs, tight and beaded. He pinched and squeezed them; she moaned, arching forward into his hand.

She began to move along his cock. Rising up and dropping down hard, taking him deep. Pulsing and throbbing inside her, he wanted to come so badly, but he was determined that she come first.

Licking his thumbs, he rubbed the moisture into her nipples and she gasped.

‘That’s so good, baby. I like that.’

He was trying to watch what he said too, but he wanted to encourage her. He wasn’t sure the more explicit things he wanted to say would go over well. Either way it worked; she was becoming wilder as she rode him.

She ground down on him and pushed her breasts into his hands. She wasn’t saying anything but her eyes were squeezed closed and she was whimpering.

He reared up and sucked one of her nipples into his mouth. At the same time, he gripped her hips and thrust deeply inside her. She moaned long and hard. He sucked harder and thrust deeper. She became more urgent.

She churned and bucked on top of him and he gritted his teeth to stave off his own climax. This was what he wanted. He didn’t want her thinking. But he could feel her resistance. That wasn’t acceptable.

Matching her rhythm, he thrust deep and hard. She was too erratic for him to continue sucking those luscious breasts, so he switched to fingering her clit. He wanted her to come apart.

Her clitoris was swollen and protruding, and he alternated between rubbing and squeezing the hard bud. She bit her lip and ground down into him. She was holding back, he could feel it. He wanted her screaming his name, wanted her wild.

‘You’re fucking gorgeous,’ he groaned.

Her head was thrown back and her curls tumbled around her head. Her breasts were swollen and her nipples were red and pouty from his ministrations. She was clenching around his cock and he wasn’t sure he could hold out.

Suddenly, she grew wild; bucking hard, grinding her clit against him. Short, huffing gasps turned into one long moan as her body began to convulse. She cried out wordlessly and clenched hard around him.

He couldn’t hold out any more. Gripping her hips, he pounded into her and let himself explode. His cock jerked with each hot jet and he wished there were no barriers between them. He wanted to mark her.

She wouldn’t be getting away from him. He was going to see to that.

Bridget collapsed over Connor and tried to control her breathing. Without question, that was the best orgasm she’d ever had. She’d had a moment there where she’d almost lost it. Almost given in and begged Connor to make her burn when he’d begun to play with her nipples.

He may have given her food for thought, but she wasn’t sure she agreed with him yet and she wasn’t taking any chances. Either way, what they’d just shared had been amazing.

She rolled off him, concerned she would become too heavy, and snuggled in next to him.

Kissing her forehead, he said, ‘Give me a sec. Let me take care of this.’

She watched him stroll naked to the bathroom. He really did have a fine ass. She smiled, knowing that she’d found someone with whom she might be able to have a real relationship. Something she’d more or less given up on. Time would tell the real story, but she wasn’t willing to walk away without seeing where this went first.

Connor climbed back into bed and pulled her close, but whatever he’d been about to say was lost to Lotus jumping up on the bed.

She licked their faces thoroughly, leaving them both squealing. Bridget was pleased to see that Daisy had better manners and was still on the floor, though she was equally as ready for them to get up.

‘Ah well, sugar. Doggie duty calls,’ she said as she got out of bed and hunted up her clothes.

‘Lotus, Daddy was trying to get some more action.’ He ruffled her head. ‘I’m going to have to teach you about timing.’

Bridget laughed at him and said, ‘Come on, lazy. Let’s walk the dogs.’

‘All right, but I meant what I said.’ He pulled on a pair of sweats as he talked. ‘I’m not close to done with you.’

A small shiver ran down her spine. She felt like there was more to what he said than the words he spoke.

‘Is that right?’ She quirked an eyebrow in his direction.

‘Yes, that’s exactly right.’ He looked her dead in the eye as he spoke.

Suddenly she felt off kilter again.

He must have sensed something, for he dropped the shirt he’d been about to put on and gently pulled her into his arms.