9
After dinner, as I was cleaning up the mess Conor had made, he came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me. He planted kisses on the back of my neck, sending jolts of excitement down my spine and an intense heat to my groin. My breath quickened, and my a*s curled into hardness. “Oh…sweet mother of bliss…” I hissed with pleasure.
“Now where’s this super suit I saw ya wearing on the telly?”
“Silly boy.” My head swam as he pinched the hardened buds of my n*****s while pressing my hips against the kitchen counter. My body ached to feel him inside me. “You’ve…you’ve seen me wear it…a hundred times. Oh f**k, that feels so good.”
“What? You’ll dress for your geeky mates but not for me?” he teased, pulling my T-shirt up and off and turning me around to face him.
Those emerald eyes coup
