Nothing But Thieves Imagines (Mature Content)

My Angel - Conor

MATURE SEXUAL CONTENT 18+ ONLY

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Conor half-slides, half-pushes you down onto your back with the determination of a man caught in a haze of pure, unabashed desire.

Your fingers feather seductively up his neck into the blonde spikes that cover his pretty head as his lips, as soft and warm as ever, come down onto yours. His tongue wastes no time pressing into your mouth, and you reflexively bring your knees up around his hips on the king-sized bed, coaxing a low moan from his throat as his hand slides slowly from your knee up your thigh.

"Dear god, I've missed you," he purrs into your ear, then his tongue follows his words, swirling around your earlobe, the sensual warm wetness making your fingers curl, and you grab at his thick locks as you whine in approval. His hips lean into yours, his rock-hard erection moving erotically against you through your clothes, stimulating all the right places and making you positively squirm with anticipation.

"Conor," you whisper hoarsely as his fingers trail down your shirt, tracing seductive circles in the soft flesh of your abdomen. He pulls the clothing over your head and curses softly, taking in the sight of your nearly bare torso. His hands move softly over your breasts, his thumbs running over your nipples and making them stand out hard against the white satin that barely covers them.

"Want you so fucking bad." His voice shakes with desire, and his taut body reveals the considerable effort he's making to go slow, to build up the tension that's already about to explode.

He pushes your chemise straps lovingly down your shoulders, freeing your breasts to be lavished with that warm, wet tongue and sucked with those gorgeous lips.

His lips keep moving over your belly, and as he pushes up your skirt you realize his intentions, his fingers grazing softly over your already throbbing mound.

"...oh god," you whisper, the sensations sending tingles to your core where a heat begins to burn like a wildfire. His fingers give way to his mouth, planting light kisses and licks all over your hips and inner thighs, all the while whispering sweet promises, how he wants you to relax, to let him make you feel things you've never felt before.

Finally his mouth nears where you want it most, and your eyes flutter closed in anticipation. But instead of his warm wetness you feel a light, cool fluttering - he's blowing softly on you, the cool wind from his lips rounded into a perfect O making you practically throb with need. You shriek and grab at the sheets, calling out his name in sheer bliss.

"Mmm, you like that," he whispers, just the puffs from his breath as he speaks making you practically convulse.

"...yes, baby, I love it...I love you."

His eyes flick up, their wide brown irises warming sweetly as they meet yours, wrinkles creasing under them. He grasps your hand, intertwining your fingers with his.

"I love you too, gorgeous."

And then his mouth is on you, and you cry out as his tongue begins long, lazy trails up and down, pausing to circle around your clit each time it rises, then falls again, never hitting the same spot the same way twice, and you squeeze his hand, hard, as your back arches into the bed.

He hums in sheer bliss, your little whimpers spurring him on, and now his lips are against you, sucking and licking everywhere. You gasp and buck against his perfect mouth, your hips rising off the bed, and his hands come up to cup your ass, squeezing, drawing a guttural moan from deep in his throat.

Just when you've nearly reached your peak he unlatches from you, lips glistening as he moves quickly up, supporting himself with hands next to your shoulders as he looks deeply into your eyes. You grasp his length in your hand, squeeze and twist, just as you know he likes -- and his eyes roll back, his head lolling, then coming to rest against your shoulder.

"...god, you're so fucking good at that..." His words are husky, stuttering, and his muscles are nearly shaking now, he's so ready...and you line him up against your dripping wet entrance and look him squarely in the eyes. They widen for a brief moment as you guide him, and he presses his warm, wet lips against yours as he slides into you.

You take one long, deep breath in unison, savoring the sensations of each other's bodies, your walls squeezing around him, him stretching you till you feel perfectly, exquisitely full.

He looks at you, brushes a lock of hair from your forehead. His eyes flick around your face, over your eyes, nose, your cheeks, your chin, and finally your lips, where they linger a moment, and you think you've never seen him look so happy.

Then suddenly his eyes are on yours again, and the fire is blazing, crackling, roaring behind them, and you've never seen anything more sexy in your entire fucking life as he lowers his head, pulls back and slams into you, your cries echoing against the walls as he thrusts into you over and over again, fucking you from the very bottom of his soul, and you've never gotten this high this fast, and in a dizzying haze you hear him whispering in your ear, calling you the goddess that you are, and you can't hold it back, and it seems like mere moments before a white hot wave of ecstasy sears through you from your forehead to your toes.

He groans and goes even harder, if that's possible, as your walls clench around him, and you feel him getting thicker and harder inside you, and suddenly everything is silent as he comes, hard and long and heavy, bucking against you in even, intense strokes.

And as he comes down he lets out a long, hoarse sigh from those huge singer's lungs, and you wrap your arms tightly around his back as he collapses onto you, his cheek against your collarbone.

You breathe together, rising and falling, holding each other tightly with trembling muscles.

Finally he lifts his head and looks at you, his eyes glistening.

"My angel," he breathes, and smiles.

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