Conner's fingers are as strong as the rest of him. Cassie can feel them like iron on her thighs, holding her open. The tower is quiet enough that she can hear him breathing as well as she can feel it against her skin, stunningly warm. Some distant part of her brain wonders if somebody turned up the air conditioning, although she's pretty sure she checked all the systems before climbing into bed with Conner in the first place.

It's a pointless thought and she pushes it away immediately when her boyfriend makes his move, a long, slow drag of his tongue. It's a shock that goes right up her spine, even though she was fully expecting it. Her legs twitch under his hands and he firmly rearranges them over his shoulders, grabbing her hips now that he's not preoccupied with getting access in the first place. She glances down and finds him watching her, pupils dilated and semi-visible expression incredibly focused.

She smiles and lets her head fall back against the pillow just a moment before he cuts the coy routine and falls on her. Cassie moans deep in her throat and lets her back arch, instinctively squirming to get closer to his mouth. Everything about Conner is burning hot, but right now it feels like she's the one on fire, flushed down her neck and across her chest. She's tearing a whole new set of holes in her sheets but she doesn't even notice, wrapped up in strong hands on her hips and jolts of electric, fluttery pleasure that start low and spread like wildfire.

Time doesn't exist here, so she has no idea how long he lets her writhe against the sheets before he finishes her off. His lips close around her clitoris and he sucks, and Cassie's whole brain seems to turn off. She howls loud enough that the whole tower must have heard it and digs her heels into Conner's back, thrashing and feeling the whole world fall down.

When she manages to get her vision to come back, Conner is kneeling between her legs, laughing so hard he's shaking. Cassie blinks blearily at him, torn between post-orgasmic affection, irritation at him for laughing, and the simple desire to appreciate her aroused, half-naked, smiling boyfriend.

"What?" She finally manages to ask, wiggling backwards so she can get them into a less awkward position.

"Cass. We broke the bed."

Cassie glances around. They do seem to be a foot lower than they were previously.

"Oh. I. I guess we did."

Conner laughs, kisses her and Cassie immediately decides the bed can wait until after his turn.