Kiss Me, Connor Kenway

The Joy of Painting

"But Connor, I feel clueless when it comes to these things." Connor's face was so close to mine that our noses were grazing. All I could see was his eyes gently gazing down at my lips and a smile beginning to appear. We were sitting on a thin blanket that Connor brought for our picnic and the sun was warm on our skins.

"Do not worry about it Miss Fields, I can teach you everything." His hand gently came up to caress my face and guide my chin to inch even closer to his lips.

I felt so shy that I had to turn away, and my chest was tightening and my face was blushing.

"C-Connor, I can't-!" I was only able to squeak out.

"Do you trust me?" Connor once again took my chin and tenderly guided it back to face him. I looked up in his eyes and he had the most loving look a man could ever give.

"Of course I do, I'm just nervous and I don't want to mess up."

"Everyone is nervous the first time, but I will guide you with every step." Just seeing his face and hearing his words soothed me, but I was still feeling shy. I shouldn't hesitate though, I've been dreaming about this for I don't know how long.

The entire forest enclosed us into our intimate moment, and even the birds stopped singing so we could hear ourselves melt into each other. I bashfully inched closer, signaling Connor to also slowly lean in. Our lips were so close that I could feel his heat radiating onto me. I paused for a moment, still hesitating, but closed my eyes and greeted his lips. Not soon after, I felt him move and press his lips onto mine, and I followed what he did. One kiss turned into two, then three, and soon our lips were passionately dancing with one another. I wrapped my arms around him to get closer and he held me in a firm embrace, his sturdy arms wrapping around my waist. I began to sigh and moan with every kiss, and I felt that Connor was getting more serious and gently guided me to lay on my back as he reclined back on his side, his right arm hoisting and supporting his head, never letting go of my waist or my lips. I reached up to hook my hand around the back of his neck, while simultaneously grabbing a few of his locks of hair. I felt Connor give one last passionate kiss before leaning back to look at me, smirking.

"I can assure you, Miss Fields, that you did not mess that up." He brushed a few strands of my hair away from my forehead.

"I-I'm glad you enjoyed it as much as I did." I looked away from Connor, too bashful at the thought of what we just did.

"There will be plenty more to come, and eventually, we can try other things, but for now I want to keep kissing you." He slowly moved his hand up my waist to grab my chin, pulled me towards his face, and proceeded to kiss me. We were once again passionately locking lips, and I embraced Connor for dear life. I could hear him matching my moaning and sighing and just hearing that was so... Sexy. Something awakened inside of me where my whole body was tingling and a flash of heat went from my head to toe. I pulled Connor to try and get him on top of me, and he did so, seeing what I wanted. He had his elbows next to my head to support his weight so I wouldn't be crushed, but I didn't care, I wanted to feel every part of him on me.

"Connor..." I moaned out in between a kiss. Connor broke away to look at me for a moment.

"Yes?" He raised an eyebrow, half smiling.

"You are incredibly good."

"I am glad you think that." He proceeded to lean back down towards me, but he did not kiss my lips, he was kissing my neck. The tingling sensation was incredible and I welcomed every moment of it by rewarding Connor with louder moans.

"I do not care about the painting anymore, Miss Fields. I just want you." He said in between kisses. Although this was arousing, something didn't sit right inside my stomach.