Dinner had been great, but after dinner was even better. Just going up the stairs we were already petting pretty heavy. At the last landing before the apartment, he stopped and spun me around, his chest to my back, pinning me against the wall. I tried to reach behind me to pull his mouth to my neck, but he caught both my wrists and pushed my palms flat against the wall. He slid his hands down my outstretched arms, down to my shoulders. He pushed all my hair to one side. Then his lips found my neck, my earlobe. I sighed heavily, arching my back, pressing my ass into his crotch. I could feel him throbbing through both of our jeans and suddenly my own felt very sticky.

His hands encircled my waist, one flat against my stomach, pulling me back against him even harder as he ground his hips into mine. His other hand followed the zipper of my jeans to the moist heat radiating between my thighs. He rubbed two fingers insistently over my cloth covered clit as he pinned my earlobe between his teeth. I heard myself moan as my knees got shaky. He pulled one of my arms from the wall and slung it over his shoulder. "Come on," he whispered, his breath in my ear. He steadied me with his other hand on my hip, as I followed him on wobbly legs up the stairs.

The lights in the loft were off as we burst through the door. Our coats hit the floor immediately and we stumbled out of our shoes on the way to his mattress. We collapsed with a little more force than usual and our shirts were in a heap on the floor in record time. His rosary bounced off my nose as he leaned down. "Let me get that off," he breathed against the skin at the base of my throat. "And maybe I'll close the door, as well," he said getting to his feet.

I arched an eyebrow at the door, only now realizing that it was wide open. I chuckled to myself, as I started on the button on my jeans. Glancing around, I noticed that Murphy's bed was as far across the room as he could be. I could only make out the faintest outline of its light color in the black room. I couldn't even tell if he was asleep in it or not, but then Connor got back and I didn't care.

He settled his weight between my legs his pants off, my own undone. His hands were calloused from work and they felt incredible against my flushed skin as he ran his fingers over my shoulders working my bra strap down. He leaned down over me, his breath moist on my neck as he kissed me, gently, leaving burning wet trails across my flesh.

With one bra strap down, I managed to wriggle enough to get one breast free of the cup and Connor fell on it with reckless abandon. His hand squeezed gently as his mouth went to work, licking small circles around my nipple before tugging on it with his teeth. My breath caught in my throat and my nails dug into the skin of his back. He clamped slightly harder around my nipple as he sucked a breath through his teeth.

I ran my hands down his solid arms, propping myself up on my elbows as much as possible without removing his mouth from my breast. I managed to use one hand to unsnap my bra and lowered myself flat onto my back. Connor took hold of the satin between my breasts with his teeth and pulled back slowly, baring me an inch at a time. Once free of my arms, he tossed his head to one side sending my bra to the floor.

He started in on my breasts now that they were exposed, his mouth soft against my skin, his rough fingers caressing the sensitive skin of my throat. I heard myself moaning, his name a breathy whisper escaping my lips. I could feel him getting even harder against my crotch and I suddenly wanted to be out of my pants very badly. Squirming my hips against his, I managed to get my jeans down to my thighs where he took over, pulling them clear without ever breaking the delectably slow rhythm his mouth had taken up on my nipple.

Free of my jeans, I hooked a toe inside of the waist of his boxers, pushing them down over his ass. Taking the hint, he broke off for a second, pulling his boxers off. Leaning forward again he kissed a slow trail down my belly as he gathered both sides of my panties, tugging them gently off of me, following their progress with his mouth. He breathed hot against my sex before continuing down my thighs. A soft kiss, a tiny lick. The barest trace of a hicky, a nip against the inside of my knee. I was arching my whole body, needing his touch. His mouth returned up my legs stopping again breathing warm moisture against my clit. He partook for a few minutes, licking something that felt unusually like the alphabet. After E I was lost to the sensation, running my fingers through his hair. "Connor," I whined, and suddenly his face was there, hovering in front of me in the darkness. His mouth covered my own, and I could taste myself on him as his tongue explored my mouth. I could feel his hardness poised just outside my entrance and I wrapped my legs around his hips as he slid home.

I gasped out loud, pulling my mouth away from his, tilting my head back in ecstasy. His movements were slow, gentle. I kneaded his shoulders, pulling him against me. He laved my throat, nipping at the sensitive skin. The soft rock of his hips against my own was hypnotic and I just reveled in the sense of him inside of me.

The sudden change in his rhythm caught me off guard as he pulled completely out and far enough back that I couldn't feel him at all. I was just looking down to see what the hell he was doing, when the velvety head of his cock bumped my clit then ran down the length of my slit, before burying himself up to the hilt inside me.

My thighs tightened around his hips as he repeated the motion again and again. The combination of movements and sensation was driving me nuts. His name was becoming a mantra that I heard myself repeating over and over. I dug into his back, needing him to go faster, the sensation so intense I couldn't take it any longer, but he wouldn't speed up. He simply maintained his torturous and deliciously slow movements, until I was whimpering with need.

I felt the muscles in my body tighten in anticipation of release. One last clit bump and a slow drag down he slid home, this time twitching a muscle I didn't even know he had, causing his cock to jump towards my belly button, caressing my G-Spot, sending me into blissful oblivion as he collapsed on top of me, spent.

When my senses started to return, I gently touched his sweaty hair, just below my chin, where he rested his head on my breasts. He sighed a breath against my own damp skin, sending a shiver up my spine. "Sweating like a pig. I need a shower."

I exhaled, a smile in my voice, "I kinda like it."

"Hm," he vibrated against my chest. "I kinda noticed," he said kissing the space between my breasts. "Come with me?" he asked looking up at me.

"Tempting," I said, my fingers drawing circles in the moisture on his back. "But I don't think my legs would hold me just now." He smiled up at me, the stubble of his beard tickling my skin.

"All right, then," he said, getting to his knees. "You should cover up, though. Chilly in here." He grabbed a threadbare blanket, laying it beside me. He gently gripped my hips, turning me onto my belly, running a hand up my bare back, brushing my hair off to one side, exposing my neck, where he kissed me softly as he spread the blanket over me. He patted my ass softly, as he stood and walked away. I curled up around a pillow and fell asleep a few seconds after I heard the water start to run.