That when he committed to something, he went all in.
That was what she wanted. What she needed.
Her fingers dug into his scalp holding his head in place until she was ready to let him move.
He found her swollen bud, sucked hard, then slid a finger inside of her.
“Oh yeah, that’s it. Right there.”
She was lifting closer to his mouth and letting his finger go deeper.
She was on the edge of something wonderful. Something earth shattering. Something she needed to shout out to the universe.
And when she came, she did exactly that. Let him know he was giving her what she needed. What no one had done in years.
Her body was throbbing and pulsing with every release and she refused to let him move away untilshewas ready.
The minute her hips landed on the bed motionless, he nibbled on her slower. A tiny lick, a little kiss, her sensitive bud coming alive again.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Getting you there again,” he said, his voice vibrating along the flesh he’d just made a meal of.
The thought of a second orgasm had her building faster than she had before.
Had her holding her breath in anticipation as she waited to feel him inside of her, knowing it was going to be so much better than what she’d just experienced.
And when she felt as if she was going to explode a second time, he left her cold and moved off the bed.
She watched him drop his boxers. She needed to see all of him before he made them one.
He pulled a condom from his wallet, the motion quick and practiced, then slid it on before gathering her back into his arms.His mouth found hers, eagerly claiming her as he pressed into her slick heat where she instinctively wanted to clutch him and savor the fullness. He didn’t let her though.
This time it was more about him and she was fine with that, confident he was going to make sure she got there too.
He was pulling out and slamming in, no rhythm, no pattern, just doing what felt right for him, in turn making her crave more.
Her legs curled around his back, his grunts growing harder, deeper, like he was punishing himself or holding back. She didn’t want restraint. Not for either of them.
Her hand ran down his back, her mouth breaking away from his and moving to his ear. “Rory, let go. Let me feel all of you,” she whispered. “I’m right here waiting for it.”
The words freed them both, him to release, her to surrender. She arched into him, shivering at the thought of him coming inside her and it was enough to tip her over. Her back curved and he thrust in again and again, emptying what he had and coming to a halt on top of her.
She didn’t even mind his weight. She was strong enough to carry it for him now.
19
TIME CHANGES THINGS
“Hi, Mom,” Rory said the next morning when he saw the call come in.
“You sound like you just woke up,” his mother said. “Late night?”
The last thing he’d say was he spent most of it awake staring at the ceiling.
What he and Gale experienced had been something so far out of his realm of belief that he’d thought he’d dreamed it all.
But the smell of her body was still on his pillow where they’d landed and lay for an hour after, Clay’s gun on the bedside table when he turned his head at midnight.
