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Connie ran his hands up and down your torso painfully slow, almost as if he was trying to savor the feeling of your body beneath him. You shuddered under his touch, slowly melting into his hands as they caressed your warm body.
Connie had always adored your body. He loved the way your small neck branched out into narrow shoulders, the way your hips complemented your waist, and even the way your body moved when you walked. But there was one part of you that Connie could never get over.
Your lips.
He loved your lips more than he cared to admit. He loved their shape. He loved the way your bottom lip was slightly plumper than your top lip. He loved the way they moved when you talked to him. And he loved how they'd become swollen and sore after he kissed you for too long. But most of all, he loved how they felt against his own. He'd kiss you all day if you'd let him.
That's why he'd always kiss you. Every chance he got, he'd steal a kiss from your saccharine lips. So that's what he did. He kissed you.
He kissed you so passionately under the warm glow emitting from the fairy lights draped haphazardly over the frame of your bed.
Connie's kisses were always perfect to say the least. You loved the way his lips molded against your own like the missing piece to a puzzle. You even loved the way his tongue swiped your bottom lip, begging for entrance, which you'd always accept in a fraction of a heart beat. You welcomed his warm tongue with your own, pushing against one another aimlessly.
The force of the kiss and the way your tongue collided with his made you dizzy. With nimble fingers, you dragged your hands up his bare back and towards the back of his head. Starting from the base of his head, you ran your hands through his short, silver hair whilst he kissed you. You slightly tugged at the roots, causing his breath to falter a bit, but enough for you to notice. He smiled against your lips at the feeling. He loved when you pulled his hair. It made him feel like he was doing something right.
You broke away from him momentarily to examine his features. Connie frowned at the loss of contact. The only sounds that could be heard was erratic breathing and the buzzing heat radiating from your bodies. That heat filled the room in an instant. The air almost suffocating.
His tanned skin shone under the dim lighting of the room, softening his usual sharp features. His olive eyes burning holes into your own. His gaze was always intimidating. The way he'd keep eye contact with you when he spoke always made you squirm.
His slim figure towered above you as you laid beneath him. You ran your hands along his abdomen, tracing each curve and divot of his pronounced muscles. God he was so beautiful.
"You're so pretty, Connie." You spoke, interrupting the comforting silence. It was true. Connie was the prettiest man you had ever seen. He thought it was a little weird when you called him pretty, but nonetheless, he always accepted the compliment.
"Thank you," He responded, flashing a gentle smile down at you, "but you're the pretty one [your name]." He leaned down to kiss your lips once more before moving to down just a little to place a tender, openmouthed kiss on your collarbone. Another thing he loved about you.
The contact ripped a ragged breath out of you. The effect he had on you was too much. Too much to the point where you wondered if Connie was even real. The way he made you feel was indescribable. The way you became putty in his hands every time he touched you was almost pathetic. You'd do anything for him if he asked.
He kissed your neck as if it were your lips, nipping at the tight flesh with his perfect teeth. "Connie, please." You breathed out. Not even sure what you were pleading for. Maybe you were pleading for him to touch you more, or maybe you were pleading for him to stop teasing. Whatever it was, you needed it.
"What?" He chuckled against your skin. His laugh sent electric waves through your body. "I haven't even done anything yet." He finished. Connie dragged his hands up and down your small frame, squeezing ample flesh here and there.
"You have the most beautiful body. Did you know that?" He asked, genuinely curious.
You laughed quietly, "You only tell me everyday, Connie." you responded. "Though I don't believe you sometimes" you finished, shooting him a half-assed smile as you fiddled with your fingers.
"Why?" is all he asked, halting his movements against your body. Concern flooding his eyes faster than you could process. Connie always worried about you. He was always worried about your feelings and wellbeing. Probably even more than he worried about himself.
You shrugged, not sure what to say. But it was true. You never really understood why Connie was so infatuated with your body. He'd tell you everyday how beautiful you are. How beautiful your body is. He believed your body was a temple that deserved to be worshipped. He thought of you as if you were a gift sent from the Heavens above. As long as you two were together, he'd always cherish you and show your body all the love and praise he believed it deserved.
"Do you need me to prove to you how much I love your body?" He finally spoke, slipping his hands under the thick material of your shirt to knead the exposed skin underneath. His grip tightening just a little when he reached your breast.
"How?" you breathe out, chest beginning to heave.
"Like this." was the last thing he said before pulling your shirt over your head and tossing it to the floor below. He trailed a careful line of wet kisses from your chest to your belly button. He gripped the waistband of your pajama shorts with skilled fingers and pulled them slowly down your legs.
You swear you could hear him whimper at the sight of your almost bare body. Seeing you in nothing but thin underwear made Connie harder than he could bare. "So beautiful." He muttered more to himself than you. You could feel your cheeks immediately begin to flush with a familiar heat as he began to pull your underwear down your legs, relishing in sweet smell of your body.
He removed himself from the bed only to kneel on the floor in front of you, pulling your body towards his at the edge of the bed. He carefully pushed your legs apart and lowered his face to the radiating heat between your thighs. He watched in astonishment as your arousal pooled at the entrance of your cunt. He didn't even have to touch you to see how wet you already were. "This wet for me already?" He asked, gaze fixated on your cunt. You felt your face heat up in embarrassment, already feeling a tightening pressure deep in your stomach.
He brought his thumb towards you and gathered the slick that sat at the entrance, spreading the thick arousal all over the surface. He pushed against your clit with his thumb, applying light pressure. He rubbed tight circles, slow enough to drive you insane. "More Connie, please." you begged, to which he obliged.
Connie's mouth watered as he brought his lips to connect with your clit. He couldn't wait to taste you. He sucked softly at first, reveling in the way your gentle whimpers and moans filled his ears like a melodic tune. Your moans were his favorite song. The sounds went straight to his dick, almost becoming painful and uncomfortable as it strained against the restricting fabric of his shorts.
Your eyes tightly sealed shut when you felt him push his middle finger into you. He quickly followed with his ring finger, seeing how easy it was for him to slip inside of you. "Open your eyes for me. I want you to look at me while I eat this pretty pussy of yours." You reopened your eyes almost immediately at his command. His words sent a surging rush of heat to your cunt. He latched his lips onto your clit once again, but this time, a little more fervently.
You rolled your hips against his tongue, back arching up off the bed at every sudden flick of the wet muscle. Connie's free hand slid under the small of your back, helping you maintain that pretty arch he loved so much.
Connie watched like a hawk as you grounded your hips against his face. He watched the way your face contorted with every drag of his tongue against you. The view was all too much for him. The image only adding to the uncomfortable feeling in his shorts. He could cum just by looking at you like this.
He rocked his hips into the side of the bed, willing to do anything to relieve the painful erection in his shorts. He did so shamelessly.
You felt yourself fluttering around his fingers as he pushed them in and out of you. The feeling becoming overwhelming. "Connie," was all you managed to cry as you felt the impending orgasm building deep inside of you.
Connie could tell. He could always tell when you were about to cum. How did he always know? "I know, baby. Please cum on my tongue." he spoke, his words sending harsh vibrations throughout your entire body. His hands gripped your hips tightly bringing you closer to his face.
He rubbed quick circles around your clit, trying to coerce you into orgasm. "Come on, I know you can cum on my tongue, [your name]." he cooed, his pace never faltering. "I know you can be a good girl for me and cum all over my tongue."
That was all the encouragement you needed.
His encouraging words sent you into a threshold of no return. You felt your stomach contracting at the all too familiar sensation. "Conn- fuck, please," you blurt out, but your pleads were cut short as you felt your orgasm tear through your limp body. Whimpering like a puppy as your hands tried to push his head impossibly closer.
Connie could hardly breathe as you shoved his face deeper into your cunt. But that's how he liked it anyway. He would suffocate if it meant that you were getting the pleasure you deserved.
Connie wasted no time as he lapped at the sweet, creamy substance dribbling from your entrance. The sounds of him drinking up your release was enough to make you cum all over again. But you protested, you wanted to cum on his aching dick instead.
"Connie please, please stop. I can't." You whimpered, attempting to break away from his grasp. You writhed against him. Hands flying to his head to try and push him away, but he never moved. He continued to run his warm tongue along your folds, eliciting moan after moan from your hoarse throat. Those moans only urging him to keep going.
"Do you think you can cum again, love?" Connie asked, looking up at you through thick lashes. His darkened eyes searching for yours. You slightly nodded as your mouth fell agape. "That's my girl." You could feel your second orgasm approaching quicker than you could process. The feeling almost painful, yet so good.
"Please-" was all you could mouth as you felt your legs begin to tremble over his shoulders. Your release trickling out of you once more. "Mmph, so good, so good," your praising words making Connie's dick impossibly harder. He couldn't restrain himself any longer.
Connie stood up from where he was kneeling, you could see the prominent tent in his shorts. Precum staining the grey fabric. He climbed back onto the bed to straddle your hips. His hand snaked down to your cunt again. Pushing two fingers back inside. The sudden contact made you gasp. He brought his saturated fingers to your face and proceeded to shove the digits into your open mouth.
You immediately closed your mouth around Connie as you tried to savor the sweet taste of yourself on him. You closed your eyes, humming as you sucked, and licked his fingers. He had to pull his hand out of your mouth to avoid cumming in his damn shorts. God, you were so pretty.
"Please can I fuck you?" he begged. "Please let me fuck you baby, please. You look so pretty."
You nodded to the desperate man in front of you. Even though you weren't sure you could cum again, he'd surely try.
With needy hands, you reached forward to pull his shorts down to his knees. His dick gently bounced up to tap his lower stomach. You gripped him with small, careful hands. He was so heavy in your hands. So thick and pretty. You slowly slid your hand back and forth across his length, spreading the precum all over him. The feeling of your hands on him made Connie groan.
He pulled himself away from your hands, situating himself between your thighs. He pushed your thighs further apart with one hand, and slowly stroked himself with the other. Eyes locked on your glistening cunt. You were growing impatient.
You took Connie's dick from his hands and put him inside of you. He slid into you almost too easily. The unexpected action forced you both to cry out.
"Fuck [your name]- so fucking wet." He hissed. He held himself still for just a moment. He knew that if he moved, there was a chance he could cum almost instantly. The way your warm, pulsating cunt hugged him was too much for him to handle.
"Please please move, Connie." You whined, rolling your hips to ease the aching tension between your legs. With that, Connie held your hips in place and began rocking his hips to meet yours. His pace was slow and steady.
"Oh my G-God," Connie choked out, "you feel so fucking good."
Connie picked up his speed, maintaining a consistent, ruthless pace. He hit the same spot inside of you over and over again. "Oh- Nghh right there Connie, please." you choked on your words.
"Yeah?" Connie responded, grinning down at you. God he was so fine. He continued to snap his hips into yours. Lewd noises escaping your throat on a consistent loop. He always fucked you so good. You wondered if he was a pornstar in his past life. Who knows.
He reached a hand down to rub at your sensitive clit. Admiring the way his thumb slid around so easily. With his other hand, he placed it on your face, cradling your warm cheek in his clammy palm. He brought his thumb up to drag it across your wet bottom lip. You took this as an opportunity to slip it into your mouth, sucking on the salty digit like a baby.
"Fuck. You look so pretty like this, taking all of me like a good girl." He spoke, a guttural moan leaving his lips immediately after. He leaned down to kiss you with fervor, loving the way you struggled to kiss him back. His tongue slid into your mouth, desperate to feel your tongue against his again. You tried your hardest to kiss him back with everything in you. You really did, but all you could manage to do was lay there with your mouth agape as he continued to drive his hips into yours.
Connie couldn't help but to watch as your tits bounced with every thrust. He loved the way the skin would ripple each time your body shook. He watched as your thighs would jiggle each time his pelvis met yours. He trailed his eyes up and down your weak body, drinking in every curvaceous detail.
He pulled his wet dick out of you to lay beside you. He pushed you onto your side and quickly slid himself back into you. "Oh, Connie," you whimpered, adjusting to the new angle. With his lips right next to your ear, you could hear every single moan and grunt that left his lips, only adding to your arousal.
Connie kissed and licked at your neck. Tasting the salty flesh on his tongue. He snaked a hand from behind and toyed with your throbbing clit. Soft moans rolled off your tongue into the atmosphere. The room was hot and the sweet smell of sex and sweat filled the air. You loved it.
You turned your head to face him, attempting to kiss him. He kissed you back, moving his lips in sync with yours. The position was a little awkward but you made it work. You panted against his lips, trying to find a steady pattern of breathing as he continued to fuck you.
You could feel your stomach tightening again. The familiar feeling had your back arching against his chest. "You gonna cum, baby?" He cooed into your ear. A throaty moan escaped your mouth at his words.
"Fuck, please cum on me again," he whispered into your neck. He could feel his own stomach tightening as his dick twitched inside of you. You could hear him whimpering behind you.
"God Connie," you groaned. You could feel your third orgasm of the night creeping up on you. Connie wanted to wait for you so you two could cum together, but he couldn't hold it any longer. With one final twitch of his dick, he emptied himself inside of you, whimpering and moaning as he did. He sounded so beautiful.
He continued to fuck you to your orgasm though, not caring if the feeling was too much for him. The force of his thrusts had his cum leaking out of you onto the sheets. The sticky, white substance covered your ass and his thighs. God it was so messy. That's how Connie liked it though, messy and wet.
You didn't even have to tell Connie you were cumming. He already knew. He could tell by the way your cunt pulsated around him. He draped his arm over your limp body, attempting to pull you closer to him. Your back was flush with his chest as he maintained his steady pace. The feeling was almost too much to bare. "That's it," he spoke, guiding you through your orgasm, "C'mon, just like that- fuck [your name]"
You felt your eyes swelling with warm tears as your orgasm washed over you. A hot, white heat coursed through you as your body spasmed against his. You felt the room getting hotter by the minute. A thin layer of sweat covered your bodies and your mouth hung open as he continued pushing himself into you, making sure you were thoroughly fucked. Truthfully, he could cum again just by watching you unravel against him.
"Connie, I-I can't, please-" you sobbed. The tears in your eyes threatened to spill.
He pulled himself out of you slowly, admiring the way your heavy release coated his dick. God, he tried so hard to resist the urge of pushing himself back into you. He wanted nothing more than to fuck you until the only thing you could remember was his name. But he knew you were at your limit.
He pulled himself from behind you and stood to his feet. He walked to the front of the bed to examine your ruined body. You looked so messy, so dirty. He watched as his cum seeped out of you onto the sheets below.
Connie always thought you looked prettiest like this. Disheveled hair, flushed cheeks, and filled to the brim with his seed. God, you were so pretty. And though he loved seeing you like this, he couldn't help but to feel bad. He didn't want to leave you there to clean up the mess by yourself. He wanted to help. It was his doing after all.
He dropped to his knees before you once again. Gently, he pulled you by your ankles towards the edge of the bed. Your brain was too fogged to even register what was happening. Connie dipped his head between your thighs and began licking up the mixture of cum.
"Connie what are you-" You were abruptly cut off by your gasp when you felt his tongue push into your cunt. He had no intentions of getting you off again, he just simply wanted to clean up the mess he made. He ran his wet tongue through your folds, swallowing every drop of cum. He is insane. Your chest heaved and your breath hitched each time you inhaled.
Once Connie was satisfied, he stood back up and looked over your body one more time. His face glistened with the mixture of both of your cum. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and smiled to himself. He was pleased with his work.
"So fucking beautiful."