It Had To Be You – A Cracks Novella Read Online L.H. Cosway

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Total pages in book: 39
Estimated words: 36177 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 181(@200wpm)___ 145(@250wpm)___ 121(@300wpm)
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I shifted my hips, lifting my skirt and reaching for the hem of my tights. It didn’t strike me as a very sexy action but Conor watched with heat in his eyes nonetheless. I slid the soft, sheer material down my legs before tossing them to the floor. Conor’s hand returned to my ankle and the feel of his strong, warm palm encircling my bare skin was almost enough to make me come.

I knew what the next logical step was. I needed to remove my underwear but I was struck with a bolt of self-consciousness. This wasn’t actually happening, right? Surely it was a sexy dream and I’d wake up any second.

Okay, Yvonne, get a hold of yourself. You can do this.

I lifted my skirt higher so that it bunched around my hips. I still wasn’t brave enough to take my knickers off. Conor’s sharp intake of breath when his eyes locked between my legs was enough to send my pulse soaring. I was already so wet and I was certain he could see that through the white lace underwear that matched my bra.

“You’re exquisite,” he said, voice low.

I wanted him to touch me. I wanted him to lie on top of me and surround me with his broad shoulders and thick muscles. I was certain his weight would be a delicious pressure weighing me down. I wanted him to press the hard cock I could see outlined in his pants against my aching core and thrust until I came apart beneath him.

To my frustration, he didn’t make a move. Instead he merely sat there, caressing my bare ankle and consuming me with his gaze. Those eyes seemed to say, I’m waiting, but I was still building up the courage to touch myself in front of him.

The desire building in my core became so unbearable that I finally brought my hand to my inner thigh. I stroked the soft skin there and Conor let out a low groan, his hand going to the thick erection straining in his pants. I bit my lower lip, feeling the sudden, intense need to pull his cock free and take him into my mouth.

I continued to stroke my inner thigh until I eventually brought my fingers lower. Pushing the lacy fabric aside and baring myself to him, I gently trailed my fingers down the wetness. Conor was blatantly stroking himself now, his eyes blazing with heat. I ran two fingers down my wet, aching centre before bringing them up to circle my clit.

“Fuck,” he swore and the grumbly sound of his voice only heightened my arousal.

I continued slowly circling my clit, my legs spread wide for his viewing pleasure, then dipped two fingers inside myself and let out a low, keening moan.

On instinct, I moved my foot, the one he’d been holding, over to his crotch and rubbed at his straining cock. He shuddered, letting out a rumbling growl. I whimpered, removing my fingers from inside and bringing them back to my clit. My circles were faster now. I could feel my orgasm building.

Conor gasped when I ran my foot up the entire length of him, pressing in hard. He gripped my ankle again, shooting me a warning glance but I refused to quit, too obsessed with hard feel of him.

“Yvonne,” he muttered huskily before pressing his hand to my foot, rubbing it harder against his erection. A bolt of pleasure shattered through me, my orgasm hurtling closer. My other hand went to my bra as I pushed one cup aside and palmed my breast.

“Conor,” I breathed.

“Yes, baby, make yourself feel good,” he growled in approval and I moaned again, pinching my nipple before pushing the other cup aside, too. Both of my breasts were free, spilling over my bra as I whimpered and touched myself, seeking the heightened pleasure that was just a tiny inch out of reach.

“Come for me,” Conor urged. “I want to see.”

His voice only goaded me to put on a bigger display. I’d never felt so powerful or so desired as I did laying there with my legs spread wide and his hot gaze consuming every inch of me. It was almost too intense. I closed my eyes and threw my head back, palming my breasts and rubbing my clit until finally I came, my body trembling with the swiftness of it. The sound of Conor’s groans as he watched made it even more pleasurable.

I breathed heavily, chest heaving, as the waves of my orgasm petered out and I covered my face with my arm. I couldn’t believe I just did that. Self-consciousness trickled in once again but then I felt Conor crawling over me. He moved my arm out of the way so that I was looking directly at him.

“That was by far the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” he rumbled then shocked the hell out of me, all coherent thought fleeing my brain as he took my fingers, the ones I’d just used to make myself come, and slid them into his mouth, tasting me. I didn’t think I could get turned on again so soon, but watching Conor lick and suck at my fingers caused desire to swell within me anew.


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