Connor’s POV
I drag three more orgasms from my woman with my mouth before she finally collapses onto the sheets, her body like rag doll, and her eyes closed.
I climb up the bed, lying beside her, wrapping an arm around her body as she mumbles incoherently, kissing her shoulder gently.
I hold her to me for a few moments, allowing her to rest before my hand trails from her stomach up to her breast, as I’m not finished with her yet. My fingers finding her n****e that hardens under my touch, my Angel arching slightly into my hand despite how tired she thinks she is, instinctively seeking out more.
I circle the areola with the pad of my thumb, Wynter’s soft moans like music to my ears.
Sitting up, I lean over her, taking the hardened bud into my mouth, sucking hard as I pinch the other bet
