Just to see what her response would be, he sat back on his heels and fisted his erection, groaning as he gave it a slow, leisurely tug.
She gasped, her eyes flying up to his. Her breaths came faster now, her gaze darting back and forth between his cock and his face as if she couldn’t decide where to look. He’d initially started jerking himself to tease her, to test out what she might like. Push those boundaries just a little since she’d obviously never pushed them before. But it didn’t take a genius to realize her reaction was one of interest. Of desire.
“You like that.” His voice came out thick and rough, his own arousal too difficult to conceal.
She squirmed beneath him, her body flushed. “I don’t— I’m not—”
“It’s okay if you do.” He closed his eyes, picturing Rory spread out on her sheets, her fingers rubbing circles between her legs. Did she moan when she was all by herself? Or did she keep herself restrained even then? “God knows I’d fucking love to watch you.”
“Y-you would?”
Goddamn, this girl. He’d never in a million years have guessed this gorgeous, no-holds-barred, ballbuster of a woman lacked confidence in the bedroom.
“Anytime you wanna give that a go, you lemme know.” He released his cock, because he was already going to have to mentally walk through each minute step for installing a faucet just so he didn’t come as soon as he sank inside her. He plucked the condom from the pillow, ripped open the packet, and rolled the latex down his length. “I was thinkin’ maybe we could do something else right now.”
Whether consciously or not, she’d covered herself with what little was available to her—namely her appendages. She’d draped one arm over her breasts and shielded her pussy with the other hand. How she could be self-conscious at all was a complete mindfuck for him. She was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen—in real life or not. And for however long he had Aurora Haven in his bed, he was going to make it his mission to ensure she believed that.
He nudged her hand away with his cock, guiding the tip through her wetness before swirling it around her swollen clit. “These plans okay with you?”
She nodded once, a jerky motion, and kept her eyes locked on where he teased her. Although, he was teasing more than just her—he was driving himself crazy, and his orgasm was already breathing down his neck. So with one last look at her face, making sure she was still on board with this, he lowered his cock to her entrance and eased his way inside her. He gritted his teeth as he rocked back and forth at an excruciatingly slow pace, inching deeper with each push until he was finally fully seated.
When he gave a tentative thrust, Rory let loose a loud moan, and he jerked inside her in response. While whimpers and breathy sighs had left her lips when he’d had his face buried between her legs, this unrestrained sound of pleasure was something new entirely.
She jerked like she’d been shocked, her eyes wide as one hand flew up to her mouth. Through her fingers, she said, “Oh my heavens, I didn’t mean to do that.”
He raised an eyebrow. “You sure about that?”
“Yes, I’m—” Her words cut off with another loud moan when he slid out nearly all the way then snapped his hips forward and plunged inside her again. With a yelp, she covered her whole face.
He breathed out a husky laugh as he pried her hands away. “You don’t get to be embarrassed now, princess. Not when you’re stuffed full of my cock. Not when this pussy is taking me so sweet.”
“Nash.”
“What?”
“You know what.”
He grinned at her scandalized tone, as if she weren’t working those hips in slow circles, trying to get him deeper. If he weren’t careful, he’d give her a heart attack during their very first time. He had so many more things he wanted to say, words of praise and lust and worship—and, yeah, most of them were utterly filthy. Instead of letting them fly, he clamped his mouth shut, locked their fingers together at her sides so she couldn’t cover herself again, and rode her. Slow and deep and sweet and dirty.
He’d had to recount how to install a whole fucking kitchen just to stop himself from blowing, but it was worth it when she started getting restless beneath him, the moans she no longer tried to hide coming faster with each thrust.
“Ah, sweet girl. What do you need?”
“I don’t— I’m not—” She shifted her head restlessly on the pillow, squeezing her fingers tighter against his.
“I know, babe. I got you.” He extracted one of his hands and brought his thumb to her clit, pressing down hard before flicking it back and forth in a quick rhythm.
Her eyes flew open, shock evident on her face, and her entire body locked down, just like earlier. She clamped her legs around his hips, her knuckles white as she gripped his hand, and held her breath while watching him with something that was awfully close to awe. And fuck if that didn’t make his cock swell even further inside her.
He clenched his teeth and held on by a thread, because he’d be damned if he came before she did. Not when she was this close. Not when she was looking at him like he was Superman and the Messiah all rolled up in one.
When she finally fell, when her body tightened so much around him, he had no choice but to follow, pumping hard and fast before emptying inside her as his name fell again and again from her lips.
After the world righted itself and he could see more than bursts of color, he stared down at her and brushed his thumb along her cheek. Took in her flushed face, her still-quick breathing, her mussed hair. Her glazed, lust-filled eyes that went straight to his cock. Goddamn, he was getting hard again, and from the look on her face, she felt it.
He raised an eyebrow. “How’d I do?”
She bit her lip and squirmed beneath him, her nipples tight little buds just waiting to be sucked. “Don’t you have to…” She gestured between them.
