“It is hard to understand.”
“We spoke of this already, Kate. It’s part of who you are.” He took her mouth in a slow, heated kiss, then lowered her back until she lay on the rug once more. He then rose to remove his clothes. Her eyes followed his movements.
“Do you know what will happen, Kate?”
“Alice told me.” Her eyes went to his groin.
“I will not hurt you.”
“I know that. I worry for your shoulder.”
“My shoulder is fine, but there may be some pain for you,” Rory conceded.
“I know that also.”
He lay beside her and cupped a breast. The weight was perfect in his hand. Her eyes closed as he kissed the offering. Licking the skin, he circled the nipple, making her moan. Rory spent time tormenting both breasts until she was breathless and arching off the rug.
“Let go for me, Kate.”
“I-I don’t know how.” Her eyes were pools of liquid heat. Aroused to the point of pain, Rory would not allow himself to take what he wanted; she had to be ready for him.
“You will.” He kissed her stomach, then moved lower.
“Rory, what are you doing?”
“Trust me.”
She nodded, and he circled her navel and then moved lower to the sweet offering beneath. He ran his tongue over the soft, drenched folds, and she cried out, some shock, some pleasure. He continued, and when he eased a finger inside her, she shattered, the cry his reward for her pleasure.
“I did not know,” she whispered as he climbed over her, taking his weight onto his good arm. The look on her face was wonder, and he felt blessed to be the man witnessing it. Would be the only man to ever witness it, he vowed silently. “Know what could be between a man and woman,” she added.
“There is so much more, my love. Take me inside you now, Kate.”
Her legs opened wider, and he was there, pressing against her slick entrance.
“Now, Rory.”
“We must go slowly, Kate.”
“I don’t want you to go slow.”
“You don’t know what….” He gave up the fight and surged into her.
The breath hissed from her throat.
“I’m sorry, so sorry.”
“Don’t be, it is wonderful to feel full of you.” She closed the inches between them and kissed him.
“God, I love you,” he rasped, easing out, then thrusting back into her. Her muscles clenched around him like a fist. “So good.”
He kept the pace slow, a kind of torture that he would endure for her. When he felt her body tighten with tension, Rory took her cries into his mouth as he thrust back into her. Seconds later, he scaled the mountain of pleasure at her side.
When his breath returned, he rose to his feet. He felt unsteady, as if he’d run a great distance. It was her, and the love they shared. Rory had never experienced pleasure like that. Bending, he lifted her into his arms.
“Rory, your shoulder!”
Ignoring her, he walked to the bed and slipped them both beneath the covers.
