Before I know it, I’m moving. Lifting and falling, grinding my clit against the thumb he angles between us, circling my hips, fucking him until the sparks spread. Ro pinches my nipple, rolls it between his fingers, tugs on it.
“Ah,” I gasp. “Fuck, Ro.”
“Yes, Lor,” he says. “Keep going, take what you need.”
I speed up, his hand on my hip helping me set the pace and keep me steady as he continues to pluck at my nipple and soothe it with a warm palm.
“I, Ro, I…” I trail off, no idea what I’m trying to say, just that I want more of him.
“I know, Lor,” he says. His voice is lower than I’ve ever heard it, hoarse and drenched with desire. “You’re perfect, doing so good. Fuck, Lor. So hot and wet, so fucking tight on my cock.”
His dirty words spur me on, and my inner muscles twitch and clench.
“I’m close,” I say, panting as I claw at him. I wrap one hand around his wrist, the one torturing my nipple, and splay the other on his thigh behind me for leverage. My hips swivel and buck as I chase the high just out of reach.
“Fuck, Ro,” I keen, desperate to come.
“Such a good fucking girl, riding my dick like you own it,” Ro says.
My pussy clenches again and my hips stutter. Ro takes over, holding me steady and pounding up into me. I throw my head back as sparks tingle up and down my spine, heat pooling in my lower belly. Ro releases my nipple and moves his hand between us. My grip moves to his forearm, anchoring myself to him as he slots his fingers around my clit.
“You gonna come for me?” Ro grinds out, and I nod frantically. “That’s right. Drench my cock, milk me dry.”
“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” I chant, and he doesn’t. That perfect rhythm is relentless. It sends me higher, heat and tension building until I fear I’ll die before it can snap. Then Ro’s fingers close around my clit and he pinches, rubbing it between them.
My lungs stop working, and I throw my head back as time stands still. Waves of bliss crash over me, and I’m no longer connected to my body. I exist outside of this plane, in a place of euphoria as my clit throbs and Ro continues to hammer into me.
As I rejoin my body, shudders cascade through me, my pussy still clenching around him. Ro becomes impossibly harder inside me, then his thrusts falter and his dick pulses. I can feel it at my entrance and deep inside me as his own orgasm rips through him.
My body turns boneless and I collapse to his chest, both of us trying to catch our breath.
“Holy shit,” I say.
“Holy fucking shit,” Ro replies.
I huff out a breath, almost a laugh, and roll my languid body off him. Ro lets out a sound of discontent, but I can’t bring myself to open my eyes to see what he’s grumbling about. Then we simply breathe, chests rising and falling side by side. It’s a moment of mutual satisfaction, which I’ve experienced plenty of times before, but somehow this feels deeper—significant even—and I wrinkle my nose, mentally turning away and focusing on how tranquil my body feels instead.
Ro rummages around for a moment, I suspect taking care of the condom, and next thing I know he’s snuggling up beside me.
I stiffen, not normally one for cuddles, but Ro nuzzles his face into my hair and releases a happy sigh. It brings a small smile to my face, and I relax a little, allowing him to pull my body against his. He turns me onto my side, fussing and adjusting us until he’s comfortable spooning against me.
I’m surrounded by him, his fiery scent, the unnatural warmth of his body, and his soft breaths tickling the back of my neck as he relaxes into me.
15
CURSES AND LIES
July 15, 1991: My soul… I fear for it. For myself. My soul is so lonely. Nothing fills the void.
Lor
A relentless, angry meowing rouses us from our sex-drunk stupors an indiscernible amount of time later. I groan and stretch as Ro does the same beside me, then I get up to open the door. The cat isn’t going to stop yelling until it gets its way, so I might as well let it in.
“Oh, hello Kahlo,” Ro says, sauntering over to crouch down by the cat.
I do a double take. Kahlo? When did that happen?
“Did you name my cat?”
