Heat of the Night
Page 36

 Sylvia Day

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"Oh yeah," he confirmed, leaning over to hit the switch and turn on the jets.
They'd had to replace the old shower/bath when he'd moved in to accommodate his size. Connor had sold several artifacts to McDougal, which afforded them a sizeable nest egg. They could move to a bigger, more modern house, but none of them wanted to. Instead, they preferred to fix up their existing home.
Connor stepped into the tub and she stopped him. "Wait."
He tensed and when his cock swelled further, she knew he understood what she wanted.
"Baby…" There was an aching note in his voice that made her nipples hard. He loved it when she gave him head. Loved it in a way that made her love doing it to him. With Connor, the act made her so hot, she felt like she was melting.
She gripped his erection with dripping wet hands and pulled his upthrust cock down to her waiting mouth. Her tongue darted out and licked across the tiny hole at the tip and he shuddered violently.
"Stace," he breathed, his hands sliding through her water-slicked hair. "You'll kill me."
The smile she gave him was pure mischief. "Lucky you're immortal, eh?"
Opening her mouth, she sucked the thick crest just barely inside, her tongue flickering teasingly across the sensitive spot just underneath.
Connor's powerful thighs quivered and she reached around with one hand and cupped his ass.
"Yes," he hissed, his hips rocking gently. "Your mouth is so hot… the way you lick my cock…"
If she could have smiled, she would have. She loved the way he praised her, the way his hands moved so gently over her scalp even in his passion. She redoubled her efforts to please him, sucking stronger, her fingers kneading into the firm cheek of his ass. Her head bobbed as she rode the pulsing length with her mouth, using his groans and guttural cries to guide her. She took him as deep as she could until he butted up against the narrowing of her throat.
"Fuck. Ah, fuck, that feels so damn good, Stace."
She pulled back, licking him, swirling around the cum-slicked head before caressing the length of him. Tracing each throbbing vein with the tip of her tongue. She cupped his balls and rolled them tenderly, then reached her finger back and massaged his perineum.
He gasped and cursed, swelling thicker. She moaned in pleasure, her pussy slick and hot just imagining that big cock plunging inside her.
"I'm going to come," he warned, fucking her mouth with mindless thrusts that he kept shallow by fisting the base.
She could pull back and let him ride her to the finish. He loved that, too, and wouldn't complain, but she wanted this. Wanted to feel him come apart in a way he only could when he wasn't half focused on her climax. She hummed a sound of encouragement and Connor growled.
"That's it," he crooned in his deep brogue. "Suck my cock, sweetheart. Make me come. I'm so close… fuck… just like that… Stace!"
Connor spurted hard and thick, his hoarse cries of release filling the bathroom in a sensual music she would never get tired of hearing. He yanked free and pulled her up, hitting her chest with a burst of semen before he pushed her bottom onto the edge of the tub and thrust inside her hungrily clenching pussy.
She cried out in startled pleasure, the feel of him pulsing inside her so delicious. He wrapped his big body around her and pressed his sweat misted forehead into the crook of her neck. "I love you."
"Connor." Stacey wrapped her arms around him and held him. "I love you, too, baby."
His chest twitched against hers, then vibrated deeply when he let the laughter out. "I'm centuries older than you, sweetheart."
"Semantics," she muttered, licking the taste of him off her lips.
"I learned a lot in my many years," he purred, straightening and rolling his hips. She gasped as ripples of pure heat spread from where he stroked inside her. "Like this."
He withdrew, then thrust shallowly. Then withdrew again and thrust deeply. Stacey writhed and slipped on the watery ledge of the tub.
Connor grinned and pinned her hips down with his hands.
"Feel good?"
Rocking in and out, he fucked her pussy with breathtaking strokes, knowing just where to concentrate in order to make her beg. he was branding her from the inside out with his heated length of rock hard cock. He hadn't diminished at all from his first orgasm. The man had unbelievable stamina. Thankfully, he'd hooked up with the right gal, because she took all that he had and then wanted…
"… more," she urged, her nails digging into his skin.
"But you're so tight. I don't think you can take any more of me." His grin was pure male satisfaction.
Stacey tightened up everything inside her just to watch his eyes darken and his cheeks flush. "I can take you, big guy."
He pushed her backwards and set both hands on either side of her. "I don't have much leverage with my feet in a hot tub of bubbles."
"Excuses, excuses." She set her hands behind her and wrapped her legs around his hips. "Lucky for us, I've been working out."
Tightening her thigh muscles, she lifted her buttocks up, sliding herself onto his cock.
"Fuck," he breathed, his abs clenching tight. "That feels damn good."
She pouted. "I wanna come."
"Your wish is my command." Reaching between them, Connor placed his thumb over her clit and thrust his cock in slow, shallow digs. Circling.
Rubbing.
"Yes," she whispered, enamored with the feel of being stretched to fit him. "Oh god, yes!"
Her climax shuddered through her and he whispered to her, as he always did, naughty words of encouragement that made her orgasm last.
"So beautiful. That sweet little cunt sucking on my cock." Connor kept stroking through her grasping ripples. "I'm going to get you in bed and ride you the way I want to. Hard and deep."
"Do it," she sobbed, clinging to him as her body dissolved into bliss.
How they made it to the bed, she'd never know.
She just remembered being cradled against a hard chest, a strong heart beating beneath her ear, and then cool softness beneath her damp back as he laid her on a bed of rose petals.
"Marry me," he said, slipping an antique emerald ring onto her finger. "Let me love you forever."
"Yes." She cried softly, arching beneath him as he slid inside her, joining with her.
Making them stronger. Together.