I pump my fingers in and out of her, licking and sucking at her clit until her pleas reach a fevered pitch. Then I surge back up her body, still petting her eager cunt, pulling her slippery arousal out and coating her pussy with it as I plant my other arm on the floor beside her.
We stare at each other, breath mingling, gazes locked. I kiss her mouth again, suck on her tongue. None of it is enough. But it’s all fucking perfect.
Her legs hitch up around my waist, grinding against me, pulling me down as we make out. My cock aches to be freed, to replace my fingers inside her.
I can’t stop touching her, though.
“Get my cock out,” I whisper.
She pushes my shirt off, first, then scrabbles for my waistband, shoving my pants down to my hips.
Her fingers on my throbbing flesh are the best thing I’ve ever felt.
I press my forehead against hers and hold her gaze. The whole room spins around us as I narrow in on Rory. “I want to be inside you bare. Have you been taking your pills?”
She nods.
“There hasn’t been anyone else. There will never be anyone else but you.”
“Make love to me, Garrett. Please. Don’t hold back.” Her eyes glitter up at me, a kaleidoscope of Christmas lights and unvarnished need. “I want everything you felt like you couldn’t give me when we were apart.”
She brings us together. My cock slips against her arousal, sliding heavy between her pussy lips.
Her head rolls back as my piercings bump over her clit.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“I know,” she pants.
Reaching between us, I wrap my hand around hers, both of us working my cock against her now. Tangled and messy. It feels so good to rub on her, to hear her tiny sounds of pleasure, her hitching breath and ragged exhales every time we push my cock lower and tease her entrance.
“Take me,” she pants. “Fuck me. I’ve missed you so much.”
I can’t hold back now. Not when she’s saying stuff like that, making my heart beat so hard it feels like it’s outside my body, trying to get to her. Into her. I cover her with my whole body, giving her my weight first, my hips between her lush thighs. And then, inch by inch, I work my cock into her body, watching her face the whole time.
“It’s so good.” Her eyelids flutter and she sucks in a breath as I get thicker, as I push deeper. Inexorably returning to her, returning tous.
Rolling my strokes, I look down between us, where she’s stretched pink and perfect around me. “You feel so fucking tight, Roar. Like you’re never going to let me go.”
“I won’t. I can’t.” Her voice breaks. “I love you so much.”
I’ll never take those words for granted ever again.
Groaning, I ease back, until my whole cock is glistening with her, and only the tip is hidden in her sweet body.
Her body quivers, her cunt clutching at the head of my shaft.
“Tell me you want more,” I growl under my breath, for ears only. “Beg for my cock in your sweet pussy.”
“More, yes, please. Give it to me.”
I slam home, control slipping.
She clutches at my shoulders, silently gasping as I surgeall the way into her body. Lengthening my strokes, going balls deep every time. We find a rhythm that makes her shake, makes her wrap herself around me and cling for dear life. Every single inch of her rippling around me. She’s going to milk me deep into her body before we’re done here. But not before she comes. That will be what does it, feeling her come apart for me.
I yank her hips up, changing the angle, then plant one hand on the ground and find her clit with my other fingertips.
My Rory. Mine. My girl, forever and ever. My orgasms to give her. Mine.
