But it was when she put her hand between our bodies to get herself to where she needed to go, that I drew the line.
“No.”I pulled back and moved her fingers from herself.
“I’m right there, Rory!Just…justfuckme already!”she pouted.
“Not fucking,” I growled at her, by no means upset with her but really hating the term.This?This was not fucking.“I’m making love to my girl.”
That gave her pause.
With wide eyes on mine, she stared at me a moment before opening her mouth again.“Am I?Your girl?”
“Fuck yes, Emy.”Why she doubted that for a second was beyond me.What had we been doing the last seven months?Playing glorified house?Friends with not-so-many benefits?Shit no.I was living with my girl, helping her get through some of the hardest classes she’d ever take, with the end goal of forever.
Yes, she was my girl.
And no, I wasn’t fucking her.
Sure, fucking had its place in the bedroom but right this moment, I wasmaking loveto her.This slow, sweet sex was full of more emotion than I had ever felt, in or out of the bed.And she damn well was going to know the difference before this night was through.
9
Emily
His girl.Makinglove.It was all almost too much.
But it wasn’t.Not at all.
It was just enough.
With my heart a few sizes too big for my chest, I brought our linked hands to my lips and pressed a kiss to Rory’s knuckles.
With a cheeky grin hiding behind our linked hands, I told him, “You may continue.”
“Oh may I?”he responded with a light laugh and a quick roll of his hips.“Are you sure?You have any more questions?Because I’ve got all day…”
I let go of his hand so I could frame his face with both of mine, bringing him down again.I held on to his green gaze, lifting a fraction to press my lips against his, feather light, and whispered, “Make love to me, Rory.I’m almost there.”
“Yes, ma’am.”His own whispered reply brushed his lips over mine before he took my bottom lip between his teeth in a gentle bite, then a long, healing suckle.I slid one hand to the back of his head, dropping the other down his neck and between his shoulders, loving his mouth on mine.
When he started to move his hips again, I squeezed my legs around him, my inner thighs pressed close to his flexing hips.I could feel his ass clenching with each slow, agonizing thrust.
But then he changed the angle.Just slightly, but in a way that had his groin brushing my clit with each full sink into me.Just two times of feeling him press and roll over my clit and my entire body was shaking.
“Rory!”My legs tightened around him as my thighs quivered with my release.I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my forehead to his shoulder as my body let go.
Apparently it was almost too much for Rory, too.“Fuck, Em,” he groaned out.He was impossibly full in my tight pussy and the feel of my body flexing around his rock hard cock had my orgasm going on and on.
“God, I can’t…” He pulled out once more, pushing in slowly, before he started rocking his hips quicker, small, little thrusts with his face pressed against the side of mine.“God, Emy, you feel so fucking good, squeezing my cock.Milking my cock,” he murmured around grunts as his hips pistoned into me, fighting against the tightness.Then, with a shout, his own orgasm overtook him.
His hips flexed and his cock jerked with his release.I kept my legs tight around him, not wanting him to leave me just yet.
When his body stilled and his muscles relaxed, with his body weight pushing me into the mattress, I finally let my limbs loosen from around him.I took a deep breath, loving the feeling of Rory’s weight on top of me.There were few pleasures in life, and for me personally, this was one of them.
His body lax and content on top of mine.
Sure, he’d get heavy soon—the man was a lot of muscle—but for the moment, I was enjoying this.
“I can’t move,” he mumbled into the pillow beside my head, making me laugh lightly.
