Connected (Connections, #1)(51)

I shake my head and pull him to me, kissing him hard for a brief second. “No, I want you now,” I say as I break the kiss and reach my hand down to grab his arousal.

He quickly pulls my pants down to my upper thighs and just as quickly, his fingers slide inside my panties. As his fingers glide over my sensitive flesh, my thirst becomes a little more manageable. Then he moves his hands around to my ass removing them from where I need them to be, causing my unquenchable thirst to return.

Grinding my hips into him, I’m pressing myself right where I want to be; he’s unwavering though, not giving up control in the slightest. I even feel him smirk against my lips as he kisses me. A cool breeze flutters by, but I’m so hot, it doesn’t even cool me in the least. “I thought you couldn’t control yourself?” I murmur, urging him to me, wanting his fingers on the other side of me, inside of me. Wanting him inside of me.

“You give me the willpower,” he grumbles in a devilish tone.

I find my thoughts echoing the words I said before we hit the dance floor and think, Okay sexy, game on.

I sense his wicked grin as I remove my hands from his shaft and run them up his chiseled chest, then under his defined arms, and roughly down his sculpted back. He groans and does the same thing to me, but I restrain myself. I’m starting to enjoy this game way too much to cave.

With alcohol flowing freely through my veins and because of the incredible ease I feel in his company, I have no inhibitions what so ever. I slip my hands inside the back of his pants, run them down his backside, and around his hips to his front. I lower my hands and tightly clutch the inside of his muscular thighs. He throws his head back as my hands move up slightly and cup him. I grip the base of his incredible hardness with both hands before sliding them to his slightly moist tip.

I’m pretty sure I’m winning this game of willpower when he says, “Fuck, Dahlia what are you doing to me,” and quickly pulls my white cotton panties down, ripping them in the process.

With both his hands heading to my core, I brace the wall. With one hand, he pulls my slick flesh apart using his thumb and finger. As he plunges a finger inside me, I no longer notice the blinking casino lights in the distance, just the pure pleasure of his touch.

Kissing my neck, he moves one hand to tease my nipple and continues to plunge one finger and then another inside of me. I’m losing my mind. With a panting breath, I mutter, “I surrender, you win.” But thankfully, he doesn’t stop.

Closing my eyes, I inhale a deep breath. I drink him in completely as I claw the brick wall for support and scream into the night, “Yes, yes!” My body shudders and pulsates from its core as I come hard and fast. My thirst for River mildly satisfied, but nowhere near quenched.

Wanting him inside me more than I have ever wanted someone to penetrate me before, I say under spent breath, “River, f*ck me now, make me come again.” Once again, I’m shocked at my own words, but he’s not so shocked as he quickly breathes back, “I plan to.”

He doesn’t wait as he slams inside me quick and hard. Abandoning my brace on the wall, I fuse my palms to his chest, as his thickness fills me. Each retreat is followed by another glorious lunge. As his pace quickens, he reaches behind me and pushes my ass into his full, penetrating hardness, causing it to rub my most sensitive spot with each and every thrust.

As he says, “Stay still,” he moves even deeper into me and at an increasingly faster rate. When his groans become lower, almost primal, I don’t move. I stay still. I want to experience him fully. As I continue to meld my hands to his chest, I realize this has to be the single most fulfilling sensation I have ever felt, bar none.

His fingers start digging into my flesh, his own pleasure building at the same pace as mine. Groaning into my shoulder, he’s no longer kissing me, no longer able to, I’m sure. Especially if he’s feeling anything close to the pure heaven I’m experiencing right now. As he continues to rock himself into me, I feel my body responding again. I grab his strong biceps for support and feel the tremble in his body.

Lifting his head, his green eyes find mine, and they are glazed over with passion. He sucks in a quick breath, his eyes closing as he lowers his head to my shoulder.

I don’t let him finish as I lift his head with both my hands. “Say it,” I command.

His groans grow louder still as I continue to clutch his gorgeous face in my hands and experience the mesmerizing transformation that’s taking place as he finds his release. He grunts, “I’m coming,” as his thrusts slow, and a low cry escapes his mouth.

I know I was wrong before when I feel him fill me and hear him say those words. My muscles clench tightly, and my toes curl. This, right now, is the most fulfilling moment I have ever felt.

As he lowers his head and thrusts into me one final time, I fall apart at the seams, coming for a second time as we both quench our insatiable thirst for each other; further building our connection. As we ride out our orgasms together, his sperm filling me, he suddenly looks up, his face full of concern, his eyes wide. “Shit, we didn’t use a condom.”

Lost in my own fantasy world of pleasure, I never realized it either, but I quickly reassure him, “It’s okay I’m on the pill.”

Surrounding me, with both palms pressed against the wall, he leans his forehead to mine. While both us try to stabilize our breathing, he grabs my chin and says, “I’ve never been with anyone without a condom.” He removes one hand from the brick wall and draws a cross over his heart. “I’m clean. I promise.”