The little yellow cottage sat on the end of a dead end street. We entered the lush garden through the gate of a white picket fence, dodging errant strands of wisteria from the trellis over the stone path.

"Dude, this is romantic as hell!" I said as I followed Connor to the door. He chuckled.

"Right? Shame it wasn't meant to be." He pressed a series of digits into a keypad mounted to the door and we heard the locking mechanism release. He pushed the door open and motioned for me to enter. "After you...shoes off, though. House rules, apparently." I obliged.

I walked into the livingroom and was immediately greeted by floor to ceiling windows with a view of the Atlantic. It was an overcast day and there weren't any beachcombers this far from the pier. I unlocked the back door and stepped onto the deck, a gentle salty breeze tousling my hair. I put my hands into the back pockets of my jeans and took in the view. Living here it was easy to forget how good we had it. I looked over my shoulder to see Connor in the doorway, hands braced on the frame.

"Is this private enough?"

"Absolutely." I smiled wide and my cheeks pushed my Wayfarers up. I sat down on a lounger and patted the space next to me as I folded one leg beneath me, the other planted firmly on the deck. Connor sat beside me, mirroring my pose. I could tell he was equal parts amused and titillated.

"Should we close our eyes or anything?"

I snorted.

"Nah, I just do that so I don't have to look at you dummies for 10 minutes. But you can if you want to." Connor laughed, I couldn't tell if his eyes were closed or not behind the dark lens of his sunglasses. He offered me both of his hands. I took in a long, slow breath and placed my hands in his, my fingers lightly grazing the soft skin of his palms. The skin was warm and soft. If he was nervous, his hands did not betray this fact by sweating.

"So how does this work?"
"Shhh." He didn't have to be quiet, strictly speaking, but it was easier to focus on the images if he was. Our hands came to rest joined on our bent knees.

At first I saw nothing, this happened pretty often, but I was enjoying the feeling of being this close to him, of touching his strong hands. It was impossible not to consider what those nimble fingers were capable of. Another light breeze kicked up and I could again smell his cologne, woody yet fresh.

"What do you see?"
"I said Shh!"

Connor laughed and then fell silent again, lightly squeezing my hand.

A memory of a slightly younger Connor appeared, holding a wiggling yellow puppy. The day he brought his dog home. I couldn't help but grin at the recollection.

"Bear was such a cute puppy!" I said. I could see Connor's face light up, whether it was at the thought of his dog or my psychic ability to pick up on the dog's name, I couldn't say. "You got him from a farm with a white barn, he was the only yellow lab in the litter."

"Yep," he said, holding back his excitement. The image faded and I waited for another to appear.

Connor appeared next beside a signpost outside of a small red building. He thumbs'ed up an older woman as she took his picture in front of the brand new sign reading "Connor Quinn, DVM." His five o'clock shadow now a little more salt than pepper, he was as handsome as ever.

"You're going to have your own practice." He smiled that

"Fuck, yeah."

There was a pause as my head was filled with only my thoughts.
"I think maybe that's all I'm going to see for now, we can try again later." Connor began to release my hands as a room scene gradually came into view. As the smell of flowers overtook me, I seized his forearm with my right hand as he moved to stand.

"WAIT!"

I was back in the lilac scented room, watching Connor making animalistic yet strangely tender love to an obscured stranger.

"What do you see now?"

I did not immediately reply as I was entranced by the rhythmic movement of his powerful body. I gave an involuntary moan as I felt blood rush to my groin, my sex organ beginning to pulse with desire.

"Claire, what the hell are you watching?!"

I yanked my hands away from him and the image was gone. I was mortified, but still aroused.

"What was that?"

My face flushed and I couldn't stop my impulse to giggle.

"It was...nothing," I said, clearly lying as I got up and walked a few steps towards the beach. "Nothing at all."

Connor's face broke into a cheeky grin. He had picked up on the nature of my vision.

"Oh, yeah, it was nothing? Didn't sound like nothing..." He teased, quickly closing the space between us. He slid his arm around my waist and pulled me towards him, using his other hand to tickle me.

"It. Was. Nothing." I said between uncontrollable bouts of laughter. I wiggled away from him and leaned on the deck railing, my back facing the sea. Connor put his hands on the worn cedar on either side of my hips, trapping me. His expression was both sexy and serious.

"Tell me." He clenched his jaw in an attempt to stop from smiling, but it only sort of worked. His lips were full, but not feminine, with a well defined cupid's bow. The heady combination of cheap champagne and arousal overcame me. I lifted my Ray Bans and perched them on top of my head then reached for Connor's thick, perfect hair. It was soft and wavy, I ran my fingers through the sides before pushing up his own sunglasses. We locked eyes for a moment, breathing heavily. I could smell the white flowers and ripe fruit smell of champagne on his breath and suddenly his tongue was in my mouth. I grabbed his face with one hand, my thumb on his cheek and my fingers wrapped in his hair. His hands moved from the hard wooden deck railing to my soft skin as he slid them beneath my sweater until he was clutching my waist.

Without warning he spun me around so I was facing the sea and he was behind me, pressed against me, caressing my neck and shoulders with his velvety lips. His hands explored the supple terrain of my body beneath my garment, grazing my stomach and the tops of my hip bones. I reached my arm back and looped it around his neck as he gently bit the skin where my neck met my shoulders. Gasping softly, I pressed my ass into his crotch. He gave a noise somewhere between a scoff and a laugh to indicate his satisfaction. His fingertips moved towards my bra and then away several times as if he was scared to touch my breasts...or perhaps just teasing me.

Finally he slid one hand under the elastic band of my bra, cupping my tits in his hand as if appraising the ripeness of a fruit. I could hear him breathing quickly, almost panting, and feel the heat of it on my skin. He gently pinched my nipples which were already erect. I inhaled sharply as he rolled them between his fingers. I turned my face towards his and we brushed our lips together. He cupped my breasts again and squeezed them hard before removing them from my bra and sliding them, almost pressing them, down my stomach, stopping when they reached my jeans. I took my hand from his neck and placed it over his, pushing it below the denim. He groaned and deftly unbuttoned the jeans, taking his time as he then eased the zipper down. By this time I was nearly panting.

Connor's hand returned to my lower abdomen and his fingers slithered below the lace band of my panties. My head fell back to rest on his shoulder, mouth slightly ajar. He hesitated a moment before pushing two fingers between my folds. He moaned again as he discovered the slick dew and drew his digits up to rub the side of my clit, barely making contact, teasing me. He began to move his fingers across my mound from side to side, stimulating my sensitive dot in gradations of intensity. He stroked quickly until I was near orgasm and then halted, giving a throaty laugh when I moaned in frustrated disappointment. He delved deeper, rapidly swiping his finger from my clit to the entrance of my pussy, but never entering it. Involuntarily I squeeze my thighs together, temporarily trapping his hand as I was slowly driven into madness.

"We should go inside," I heard myself say in a voice best described as raspy.

"Why?" Connor challenged as he teased me by fingering the outside of my weeping orifice. I couldn't take this anymore, I needed him inside me.

I pointed to a solo beach walker I'd spotted down the way.

He retracted his hand and turned me to face him again, kissing me hard on the mouth. Taking my hand in his, we barreled through the backdoor. Inside, I pushed him down on the sofa. He sat up and reached for me, pulling me towards him with a steady hand on my hips. He lifted my sweater and kissed my belly, simultaneously pushing my pants down until they pooled around my ankles. His hands eagerly skimmed my bare skin from my knees to my breasts.

"God, you're sexy," he growled as I pulled my sweater over my head and tossed it away. His hungry eyes drank me in and smirked when I straddled him. We kissed, sensually, almost sweetly and I tugged at the hem of his shirt.
"This has got to go," I purred and helped him to remove the garment. I pressed my soaking panties against his groin. Connor grabbed my ass cheeks and squeezed while burying his face in my modest cleavage. With one hand he unclasped my bra and cast it to the side, then drawing my nipple into his mouth, swirling his tongue around and sucking gently. I could feel him growing hard with my pussy grinding against his bulge.

"Hold on, I'm going to pick you up." He wrapped his arms around me again, clutching my ass and holding me to him. Like I weighed nothing at all, he stood up and walked towards the hallway, I clung to him, impressed by his manly display of strength. Without warning he slammed me into the wall of the dimly lit corridor, the only light source peeking out from under closed doors. A framed picture fell from the wall and the glass shattered, sending shards across the floor in a glittering cascade.

"Oh, fuck, should we clean that up?" I asked as Connor assailed my neck with kisses and bites, fondling my ass as he pinned me between his solid body and the wall.

"Later," he breathed, releasing my legs carefully. I stood on tiptoes between the sharp pieces of glass. My hands roamed his defined abs. His pecs were smooth, but there was a dark trail of hair starting at his navel and disappearing into his pants. He swept his arm behind my knees and picked me up again, I instinctively clutched his neck for support. He nudged open the bedroom door with his foot and tossed me on the bed.

"Holy shit," I said, looking around the room. Four post bed, green rug...

"What?" Connor asked, appearing confused. When I got up and went to the window with the sheer curtains, he continued. "Sorry it's super dark in here, there's a huge bush outside the window, it blocks, like all of the light."

I looked back over my shoulder as I pushed the window open from the sash. As I predicted, the smell of lilacs wafted in.

"It's perfect."

"Just like you."

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't help blushing.

"Get over here." Connor grabbed my wrist and lead me to the bed. I sat on the edge with my legs dangling off the side. He gently pushed my shoulder until my back was flat on the white quilt and he yanked my legs forward until my ass was nearly hanging off the bed.. I felt him sliding my panties off and then he knelt on the floor, positioning my legs over his shoulders. I tried to close my knees, almost embarrassed at the exposure, but he forced them apart and kissed his way up the inside of my thigh. First one side and then the other. I gave into the temptation to touch myself, first licking two fingers before massaging my own clit in measured, deliberate strokes.

"Fuck, baby, that's so hot." Propped up on my elbow, I looked down to see Connor watching me, I hadn't noticed he'd stopped teasing me with his mouth on the tender parts of my legs. My fingers crept down and I could feel his breath on me. Wet as I was, my fingers slid effortlessly into my pussy. I let out a whimper as Connor took my fingers, drenched in my own juices, and inserted them into his mouth.

"You taste so fucking good." He grabbed my thighs and wrenched them as far apart as they'd go and, after what seemed like an eternity, I felt his warm, wet tongue prod at my clit. He plunged it downward into my entrance and then quickly replaced his tongue with his fingers inside me, pumping in and out furiously. I grabbed the back of his head and pushed him towards my mound, my hips thrusting in time with his adept fingers. His lips and tongue greedily explored my snatch, alternating between hard and soft, fast and slow. He lapped at the underside of my clit and massaged my G Spot with his fingers. I mewled as I felt myself nearing orgasm, pleasure building in waves of sensation. He was fucking good at this. I clutched handfuls of that voluminous hair as he chased my climax. With his free hand he reached up and played my nipples.

"Fuck, Connor, fuck, FUCK, FUCK!" I screamed as the sensation became almost more than I could bear. Egged on by my reaction, Connor thrust his fingers harder and faster, stimulating the ridged pleasure center inside me while he tongued my clit in a fast up and down motion. Warmth spread from my groin to the far reaches of my body until I was encompassed in a blanket of heat and pleasure, shivering every few seconds as I lingered on the edge of ecstasy. Finally I surrendered and felt a wave of energy wash over me as my vagina spasmed and tightened around Connor's fingers. I cried out until the release was over and then lay still on the bed, panting like I'd just run a marathon.

Connor got up and laid beside me. I could see he was hard, the denim of his jeans straining against his powerful erection. I rolled onto my side and used my free hand to unbuckle his belt and unzip his fly. He raised his hips and pushed the pants the rest of the way off, now wearing only black Calvin Klein boxers. He had those sexy cuts in his lower abdominal muscles, the ones that form the world's sexiest V. I trailed kisses from his belly button to the waistband of his boxers before removing them entirely. His cock sprang out of its cotton prison, 7" if I had to guess. He was predictably well groomed, circumcised, and girthy.

He groaned as I lowered my mouth to take him in, first just the head, swirling my tongue across it and then as much of the shaft as I could manage from my place beside him, crouched on my hands and needs over his member. I bobbed my head up and down while working him with my hand as well. If possible, I felt him grow harder under my touch. His fingers tickled the back of my thigh as I attempted to suck the life out of him through his erection. I stopped suddenly and sat up.

"Something wrong?" he asked, his voice deep and husky.

"Not at all..." I flung my leg over his body and positioned myself over his throbbing phallus. A bead of precum glistened on the tip. Connor put his hands on the back of my thighs as I lowered myself onto his pulsating manhood. He watched as his dick slowly parted my lips and I allowed just the tip to enter me. I held myself over him and repeatedly fucked just the head of his cock, reveling in the sensation of being penetrated over and over.

"You're torturing me, Claire." He bucked his hips, trying to bury more of himself inside me. When I refused to acquiesce, he groaned in frustration which turned to pleasure as I dismounted and licked my sweet nectar off his rod. I cleaned his tool with my tongue, my mouth moving like a piston. Connor fingered me from behind.

"God, you're so wet." He sucked my juices off his fingers and sat up, forcing me to my back again with one strong arm. He climbed on top of me and nudged my legs apart with his knee. He teased me by rubbing the tip of his dick up and down my crease until I was putty. I yowled like a cat in heat and he smiled mercilessly. He eased in the tip and fucked me with the first two inches almost lazily as I squirmed beneath him.

"It's not so fun when it's the other way around, is it?!" God, his voice was sexy.

"Just fuck me!" I begged.
"Sorry, I didn't hear you-what was that?!"

"PLEASE JUST FUCK ME."

In response, Connor drove his cock into me, til he was buried to the hilt in me. My back arched and I gasped as I was filled. For a moment, he felt like too much, like an intrusion. An exquisite intrusion. He thrust in long, leisurely movements, pulling himself almost all the way out of me before plunging back in. I wrapped my legs around his waist, locking him inside of me, which seemed to excite him and his momentum built as I grasped his back.

"You feel so fucking good," I whispered into his ear. With this encouragement he fucked me hard and fast, but I wasn't ready for him to cum, yet. I released my leg lock death grip on his torso and told him to stop.

"Is everything okay?"

"Of course," I replied, getting to my knees. I crawled towards the wall, standing on my knees and put my hands flat on the orange peel textured surface, the ivory surface cool beneath my fingers. I peeked over my shoulder and smirked devilishly, arching my back to present myself to him. "I just wanted you to fuck me from behind."

He eagerly seized my hips, mounted me like a bull, and impaled me on his cock, grunting with animalistic pleasure as I cried out. The wet slapping sound of his skin colliding with the back of my legs as he hammered me filled the room, accompanying the chorus of excited moans and gasps. I shifted all my weight on one arm to free the other one to stimulate my clit, moving my thumb over it in quick flicking motions. Connor's dick filled me completely, hitting the erogenous zone inside my abdomen with each pump. He wrapped one arm around my front to massage my tits, squeezing them like he was trying to extract juice from a ripe orange.

"Fuck me as hard as you can," I insisted, feeling myself near a second roaring orgasm. I tilted my pelvis as far back as I could so that he was hitting my g-spot hard with every motion and rocked back and forth, matching his thrusts with my own. Connor groaned and obliged my request with pleasure, slamming my body against the wall again and again.

"I'm gonna cum, I'm gonna cum!" I could feel the walls of my vagina tighten around him as waves of euphoria washed over me. At last I was awash in the feeling of complete bliss as my entire body went stuff.

"Fuuuck..." Connor bellowed as he rammed me with the strength of a charging stallion. He clutched my waist and pressed his cheek into the back of my shoulder, using my body as support as he thrust his dick in as hard as he could manage. I felt an explosion of heat as he filled me with spunk. He slid in and out of me slowly one or two more times, releasing hot thick ropes of cum. He stayed inside me for a minute, hugging me from behind, our sweat covered bodies adhering to one another as we caught our breath. Suddenly he pulled out and streams of semen oozed down the inside of my shaking thighs.

We laid spooning on the bed in silence, him occasionally planting kisses on the side of my face as the sweet smell of lilacs intermingled with the smell of our sex.