Rory whimpers in the mostsexy fucking way and I can see she wants to close her eyes again.Like I said, she's all instinct and that's the instinctual thing todo right now.But she fights it for me.And that's an even headierfeeling.
This is what I meant whenI said she makes me feel like a god.What could make me feel morepowerful than a fucking goddess giving herself to me likethis?
I would do absolutelyanything for her.
I move faster, because ashard as I try to focus, my body is taking over.She is fuckingheaven and I have to have her the way I have to have her.It's theway she wants me to take her.It always is.
Her breaths come quicklyand I know she has no control over the small, sweet sighs that slipfrom her open mouth.Her thighs tighten around my hips, and hermouth opens wider as she stops breathing and starts gasping.I tryto concentrate, because I know what's about to happen and I wantdesperately to watch her and at the same time to keep somesemblance of control.
Because like I said, Idon't want it to end yet.
I keep moving, watchingintently as her back arches, thrusting her chest into mine, hermouth round, her brows scrunched in ecstasy.
Most beautiful fuckingthing I've ever seen.
How did I live withoutthis?How could I have almost let her let me go?
God, she is utterly riveting.
"Fuck, Ror," I tell her."You are fucking...fuck."Not so eloquent, I know, butthere is no actual word to describe her beauty.Her fuckingperfection.
"You are fucking perfect,"I try to explain with a low groan.She isfucking perfect.
I move even faster as shecomes down from her high, and kiss her deeply.I love her like thistoo—completely drunk from the aftershocks.She is lax and open andshe lets me utterly plunder her mouth, matching my vigor.Fucking yes.
My lips move down herneck, licking her, tasting her skin and the light, sweet sweat.This is my third favorite taste in the world, right after hermouth.
Rory throws her head backwhen my tongue makes contact with that spot she loves just underher ear.I can already hear the subtle change in her breathing,telling me she's gone from satisfied to needy again.
But needy is how I wanther.Because I intend to deliver.
And I do.I take herharder now—she’s more than ready for it—and within minutes I haveher moaning and crying out my name again.This time the sensationis too much.The way she contracts around me takes me with her andI nearly pass out from the force of it.
Nothing has ever felt asincredible.Nothing ever will.
We lay tangled together,each struggling to catch our breath, but my fingers play lightlyover her hip, unable to stop touching her.
"Sam…" Rory tries to getmy attention, but I keep my face buried in her neck.
I know she's going tochasten me for distracting her.We don't have that much time andnow we're all sweaty and disheveled.
She giggles and swats myass with her palm.
I groan in feignedannoyance."I don't want to move," I tell her.
"We have to.We have toget my things over to the dorm and then get all the way back uptownby seven!"
She's right.But I stilldon't want to get off of her.I don't even want to pull out ofher.
But I've made us deviatefrom our schedule by almost two hours.She's supposed to be movinginto her dorm today and she hasn't even met her R.A.yet.She wassupposed to check in with her by noon, which was over three hoursago.After a summer of spending most of her time in my apartment,most of her stuff is already here.I convinced her to leave most ofit here since she'll be sleeping here more often than not, but westill have a few things to move.I'm hoping that over time I'll getthose things back to my place anyway.I want her living here.Idon't want to have to think about whether or not she'll come overafter class, or if I'll have to head downtown to sleep on her thintwin mattress in a room the size of a prison cell.
After we get her settledwe have to make our way back uptown for dinner.We're meeting myparents and Bits.After my father helped me with Rory—includingintervening with the judge, which was unbeknownst to me at thetime—we kept in touch.It just happened.He'd call me about this orthat, and we'd end up talking about other things.
Our relationship is farfrom perfect, but we are getting to know each other in a way Inever thought possible.
It was Rory who convincedme to tell my parents I knew about them.And then a few weeks latermy mom told Bits.She took it a lot better than I had.Tonight isthe fourth, or maybe even the fifth family dinner we've had sincethen—always at Harry Cipriani—and Rory's been present at everysingle one.
Needless to say, now thathe's gotten to know her a little, my father understands why I wasso intent on keeping her safe.
