Scratch that.Loved.
With the water at my back and pooling at me feet, I made sure I had even footing before moving my hips against hers.
This was no slow loving like last night.
Not with Emily’s hands pulling at my hair, her fingers scratching down my back, her foot digging into my ass, egging me on.And I found I was ok with it.
For the longest time, I thought sex with that so-called forever person had to stay vanilla and unexciting.But I was learning that there was more to making love than sweet, slow, meaningful moments.
Just because this was fast, my cock pounding into her, pressing her against the tiles as her body reacted violently against mine—it didn’t mean that there wasn’t anything meaningful in this moment.If anything, the wild fucking was just as solidifying as last night’s slower romp.
There was fucking to fuck, and there was fucking someone you loved.It was just a little more crazy and fun.
And I would take it.
11
Emily
I thinkIsurprised Rory earlier in the shower.After I got mine, I dropped to my knees, pulling his cock into my mouth.I was a little put off by the fact I was all over him—licking your own cum just wasn’t something that I had any desire to do—but I knew how Rory reacted in my mouth.
He’d already been close so I didn’t have much work to do on him.As his thickness was in my mouth, my hand fondled his balls.Just when they drew tighter to his body, Rory pulled my head back.
“Not your mouth.”
If that wasn’t one of the oddest requests… I thought guys went all bonkers on that?
“Well not my face,” I argued with him, my eyes narrowing.Shooting a load on a girl’s face was just nasty.
His fist was around his cock, holding tight.“Your chest.”He tugged on his cock in a long, slow pull.“I want to see my cum all over you, Emy girl.”
It was better than my face and I didn’t quite understand the whole thing, but hey, it made the man happy.
We finally made it on the road at five-thirty, to which I may have done some freaking out.But Rory, being Rory, just laughed at me, shaking his head.
The drive to San Diego had us going back near our place but we continued driving through the desert mountains.We made minimal stops and were actually making great time but no sooner than we crossed the Arizona-California border and Rory was making a turn not on the map.
“Where are we going?”I asked, trying to eye the gas gauge.We’d recently stopped for fuel and a bathroom break, so it shouldn’t be that, but then again maybe he didn’t want to get gas again until we were headed home in two days.
“Detour.”His eyes never left the road and I frowned.We didn’t have time for a detour, and I told him as much.
“Just relax, Em.Your parents know we’re getting there late.”
I narrowed my eyes more.“What?Are you in cahoots with my parents all of a sudden?”
This elicited a laugh from him.With a smile and a shake of his head, he answered, “In cahoots.You’re somethin’ else, Emy girl.”
I shifted in the passenger seat, trying to angle toward him.“Well?”I asked, ignoring his jest.“Are you?”
“Just relax,” he said again.
Crossing my arms, I turned forward again.I refrained from mumbling under my breath, as much as I had to say to him at the moment.
It was Christmas Eve.We already were only staying with my parents through an early dinner, heading to Conor and Mia’s to sleep that night, where Brenna and Stone would be staying as well.
Sure, my parents came out for Thanksgiving, but we had limited time with them today!We didn’t have time for this joy riding near theMexican border!
But your parents know,I mimicked in Rory’s voice in my head.This detour better be worth it.
