Maybe it was wrong, but I felt no sense of guilt as Connor’s tongue swept against mine. There was a powerful attraction between us but, more importantly, we needed this.

The solace. The grounding sense of another person to keep us from thinking right now when we were helpless to change anything.

I moaned into his mouth as his tongue met mine and I felt a ripple of desire flutter through my body. Connor's strong hands moved gently across my body, not groping but caressing, as if he was learning my body by touch alone. And I wanted him to know more. To make me forget what we were doing here in the first place.

For the moment, his hands were limited by my clothing, but with each brush of his fingers against the fabric of my jeans, I longed for that fabric to melt away so I could feel his skin against mine. Just the thought sent a hot flush galloping across my body and I writhed against him. As I did so, I felt a movement beneath me as something stirred in Connor's pants. Up to that point, I had not been sure where this was going, or how far I would allow it to go. Now, I knew that I was not only willing, but eager for it to go all the way.

Pushing back from Connor so I sat astride his body, I pulled off my top. Undressing for a man for the first time is a nervous experience for any woman, but I felt no anxiety as I unclipped my bra and let it drop to the floor. I have no illusions about my body - I stay trim, I go running, I do my daily ass clenches, but I will never be a swimsuit model, as I don't have the breasts for it. But Connor looked at me like I was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen.

"Sienna..." was all he said as he reached out and ran his fingers across my freshly revealed nudity, with a maddeningly light touch, that instantly brought my nipples to hard arousal.

I sprang up, determined to show him all of me, wanting to hide nothing. I pulled off my pants and, without ceremony, slipped down my underwear and kicked it across the room. I stood there, naked as the day I was born, for the first time feeling a thread of nervousness as I waited for Connor's approval.

His eyes travelled across me, consuming every square inch of my flesh, roasting me with the intensity of his gaze. "You're incredible."

I fell on top of him, kissing him passionately, gasping as I finally felt his hands on me unencumbered. I thought I might come right then and there with the electrifying touch of his skin against mine. As I kissed and nipped at him, wild with need suddenly as his rough hands roved from my ass to my back to my thighs to my neck, I began to tug open the buttons of his shirt, my fingers clumsy in their haste. When I had enough buttons open, I abandoned his lips and began to kiss, lick and bite at his chest, nipping his skin between my pearly teeth, kissing his hardened nipples, and slathering my tongue across the contours of his body. Connor's torso was a landscape of muscle, and I plotted a luxurious and circuitous path across it. He was the most masculine thing I had ever tasted; strong and salty.

As my lips worked ever lower, my hands had now reached Connor’s belt and were unbuckling it without delay. He lifted his torso momentarily to throw off his shirt, then lifted his backside so I could drag pants and underwear down his legs. I took a moment to look at what I had revealed. I had always considered Benny, my unlamented ex-boyfriend, to be pretty well-endowed, certainly the biggest I had been with. But Connor dwarfed him, in length and girth. It looked strong, powerful, much like Connor himself, and there was a moment, as I gazed at that beast slung across his thigh, in which I wondered if this might be too much for me.

That moment did not last long. Connor growled as I fell upon him once more, taking him into my mouth and feeling him grow and strain between my lips. I had thought his chest was the most masculine thing I had ever tasted - if masculine was a flavor - but this instantly topped it. I sucked hard at the swollen head and listened with pride to the grunts of frustrated pleasure I drew from him. I held him in my mouth till the quick pulsing in his overheated organ became less frantic, then let him go, drawing a sigh of relief from above me.

But I wasn't nearly done yet. There was no way I could fit all of Connor's length into my mouth so, as I ducked my head again, I wrapped both my fists about the base of his shaft and began to pump up and down with hard regular strokes as I sucked at him from above.

Connor groaned and lay back, his eyes squeezed shut, biting a lip in concentration, his hands grasping the sheets and twisting at them. From my vantage point, I could see his perfect abs flex and relax in time with my unforgiving treatment. I wasn't sure why I was going at him as hard as this. I wouldn't have treated another man like it, not least because they wouldn't have lasted five minutes and there was more I wanted. But something about Connor told me he was strong enough to take it, and maybe I wanted to test that. Certainly, I was testing him.

Keeping one hand firmly working away at his cock, I moved the other between his legs to squeeze, scratch and tug at his balls. I let my teeth graze his shaft as I sucked, then bit deliberately on the head, making him rear off the bed towards a sitting position. I pushed him back down flat again.

"I'm not done with you yet."

Connor grimaced back, his breathing ragged and straining, but with a fire in his eyes that told me he was loving every second. Stopping sucking, I planted my tongue at the base of his cock and slicked it right to the top, letting the tip dip into the eye and dance about it. I then treated him like an ice cream cone, licking fast and furious before drawing him back into my mouth.

While I was taking Connor to heaven and hell all at once, I was in the throes myself. Stimulating him, listening to his pained moans and despairing grunts, was making me as hot as I had ever felt. The more arousing I found this delectable torturing of my big, strong man, the more I wanted to do it, making Connor suffer to excite myself, feeling an incredible heat whip about inside me. But I wanted more stimulation down there.

Shifting around, but never letting go of his swollen member, I positioned myself above Connor's mouth in the classic sixty-nine position. Then it was my turn to moan as Connor's lips found my hot center. His tongue skewered me as his fingers circled my clit, and soon I was mashing my hips back into his face and attacking his cock all the more vigorously to repay what he was giving me. Connor knew exactly what he was doing, taking me from arousal to ecstasy with an almost professional ease, his tongue locating every hotspot as if he had a map.

But as his growls became groans and my writhing hips became more and more frantic, I realized that I could wait no longer. I wanted him now.

Releasing him from my mouth, I crawled back around his supine body to kiss him, our lips mashing together in the heat of our mutual desire. Between my legs, I felt the furiously erect shaft of his member smacking against me. I had to have it.

Sitting back, I guided Connor to me, wondering how much he would have left to give after what I had already put him through. Grabbing his huge, distended organ, I guided it to my core. The bloated head slipped beyond the wet lips, stretching me as I had never been stretched before. Connor sighed in deep pleasure as he pushed home. Whether because of the long build up or his beautiful size, I had a more extreme reaction. Gripping his sides with my knees and clawing at his chest with my nails, I shook up and down as an early orgasm rocked me to my core.

When I opened my eyes, it was to see Connor, staring up at me, enjoying the sight of me coming.

"Sienna..." It seemed to be all he could say, but it was all he needed to say.

I began to rise and fall in my seat, breathing in time with each delicious descent. I was determined to take it slow, make it last, and perhaps test Connor's endurance some more. His gentle hands slid up my thighs to rest on my undulating hips, a beatific smile on his face as I rode up and down his sensitive length. Despite me being more than ready and slick as I could be, it was still a hard ride at first, but in the best possible way. I felt more full than I had ever felt and relished it.

I imagined Connor pushing so deep, we welded together. My hands draped across his rock-hard torso as I rode straight-backed up and down on him, each stroke making the next one easier, and I began to ride not faster but more firmly. Connor growled in response, his hands squeezing at my ever-moving hips, letting me know the pleasure I was giving him. I could hardly believe it was as much as he was giving me as I rode on and on.

The slow pace allowed matters to last but they could not go forever, and I could feel another orgasm building within me. I fought hard not to succumb, struggling to keep that regular speed, struggling to keep my upright position. I felt Connor's hands moving to grasp my waist, holding me up and working me over his cock until he stiffened and bellowed.

His swollen shaft bucked and jerked inside me as he spurted inside me in a hot rush.

"Oh!" When I followed him over the ledge a moment later, it felt like a shock, as if something had snapped inside of me and the ecstasy seemed to swallow me up from the inside out. I collapsed onto Connor's warm body and licked and bit at the line of his strong jaw while the last flares of orgasm burned within my loins.

"That was incredible," I murmured, as the heat inside me cooled to a warm lasting glow of satisfaction.

"You're incredible."

Gently, he rolled me over onto my back and I realized that he was still hard inside of me, his cock as strong and powerful as he was.

"How are you doing this?"

Connor gave a little shrug. “We’re a hearty lot. And you’re a lovely partner.”

We were nose to nose now and looking into his green eyes - so like his sister's - I saw the unbearable sadness that I was sure was reflected in mine. Our eyes remained locked as Connor started to move again, slowly but firmly. I could see the self-control in his face as his muscular hips moved like a precise machine, a machine designed for the sole purpose of giving me pleasure.

"Oh, Connor." I bit my lip as he ground into me once more, but kept my eyes open, determined not to break that contact.

Connor did not use his tremendous strength to pound me into submission. He used it to make the moment last, pouring his reserves of strength in to bolster his inhuman stamina. I had led the way in our lovemaking before, but now I was happy to be the submissive one, especially as he seemed dedicated to pleasing me, and I was happy enough to selfishly indulge. As Connor stroked on, pleasure receptors across my body that I had never known existed burst into full bloom, so each thrust made me tingle from head to foot until I was shaking with pent-up arousal. As I watched Connor, I saw the strain beginning to tell on him, his handsome face flushed with sweat, his teeth ground together as he fought back his own body's need. But my own ultimate moment was fast approaching, and I wanted him to share in it with me.

"Please." I laced my fingers behind his head, drawing him down for one more kiss, momentarily breaking our eye contact.

Connor's hips began to move faster and I heard him catch his breath, as if by changing pace he had broken the spell that had kept us going this long. I clung to his body, feeling helpless beneath him, vulnerable to the intense pleasure he was about to bestow on me.

As I came, I clutched Connor to me and I heard him cry out like an animal. My body was wracked with the powerful spasms of an incredible orgasm, only made more powerful as I felt within me the throbbing of his cock as he spurted inside me.

We fell against each other, gasping for breath. I looked up into Connor's face.

There were so many emotions that had crowded in on us both, so much that we were now no longer able to ignore.

We held each other, riding out the throbbing aftershocks of orgasm and trying not to think of the horrors of the day to come.