The sting isn’t unbearable, but it isn’t pleasant either.
“Sav—”
I don’t let him finish speaking by sealing my lips to his. Again, he doesn’t fight me. Rory kisses me back and keeps his hips still.
This man has a magic tongue or something because when he uses it on me, I turn into a wanton woman that I don’t recognize.
Timidly, I roll my hips, and that warmth in my stomach starts to build again. Rory doesn’t move as I explore the sensations I feel with different movements.
When I circle my hips as I slide down his cock, I moan deep into his mouth. My inner muscles clench, and Rory is unable to hold back any longer.
I let my head fall back again, closing my eyes and reveling in the pure bliss. Rory slows for a second, and my eyes pop back open.
His head is turned to the side, giving me a profile view of his face. My curiosity has me turning my own head to discover what he’s looking at. Before I can figure it out, his attention snaps back to me, and he devours my mouth.
We resume our thrusts, moving in sync and deriving pleasure from each other. It doesn’t take long before I’m at the edge of the cliff again. I want to come, but I need something else. Something more, but I’m not sure what.
Rory slides his hand between our bodies and finds my clit. He pinches the bundle of nerves, shooting me into oblivion. I scream my climax, my entire body basking in the best physical feeling I’ve ever experienced.
Rory’s hips lose their rhythm as he follows me over the edge. Each thrust extends my pleasure.
When our bodies finally relax, Rory leans into me, holding me against the wall. If he were to let go right now, I have no doubt that I would fall into a puddle on the floor.
My chest pushes against his as my lungs heave shallow breaths in and out.
Rory steps back, taking me with him. He carries me to the couch on the opposite side of the room and gently sets me down. On the little table next to us, he grabs a few tissues and wipes my core, cleaning the mess we’ve made.
I try to back away, but he hooks his hand around my calf. “Stay.”
“I’m not a dog,” I comment sarcastically, but he doesn’t banter back.
His full attention is focused on cleaning my vagina. It’s a little awkward, but I’m not sure what else to do right now. I’ve never been in this situation before.
When he’s done, he cleans himself. I refuse to look, knowing he’ll see the evidence for himself. Then he throws the dirty tissues away in a trash can by his desk and gathers our clothing. He even remembers to grab my purse. He sits next to me on the couch, handing me my dress, and begins putting his pants on.
After I’m dressed and Rory has his pants on, the quiet between us becomes too much for me.
“I should get home...” I trail off.
“Was that your first time?” He blurts out.
His question makes sense. If I were him, I’d be curious too. But right now, my brain is running away from logic.
Instead, the only thought in my mind is, “I’m not clean.”
My stomach contracts into a tight ball as I realize what I’ve just done.
“Savannah? Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
Staring down at my lap, my hands turn so my palms are up. My vision blurs as a metallic smell fills my nose. I blink twice to clear my sight, and my hands turn a shade of red. I contract and flex my hands, but the crimson stain is still there.
“Savannah?”
Rory’s voice echoes as it fades into the recesses of my conscious mind.
The red spreads to my wrists like it’s going to envelop me. I rub my fingertips together and find them slippery.
It’s blood.
