Without speaking, I reached out, trailing my hands down his smooth chest and the flat planes of his stomach, past the trail of downy hair to where it grew a little more wiry. Rory gasped softly as I took his cock in my hand.Explored him.Not the first I’d ever held, but easily the most beautiful. It was difficult to know where to look; his face and its sweet mixture of agony and relief, or the vulgar gorgeousness I held in my hand.
He groaned as my grasp tightened, exhaling a whisperedfuck,silently urging me with his body, his hand on my shoulder as the other moved to my breast. His thumb slid electrically across my nipple causing me to jerk with the unexpected sensation, drawing my nerve endings in tight knots. In my hand, Rory’s movements became hot and urgent, fierce breath and whispered curses expelled from his mouth. Then, sliding my hand away by the wrist, he’d knelt in front of me.
My heart was wild in my chest, my hands unable to hold me up as his fingers trailed up the sensitive insides of my thighs, gently pressing them outward, spreading them wide enough to settle himself there.
‘You’re sure?’ His voice was low and rough, like it’d taken some control to ask. The thought made me smile, though not for long as his fingers parted me, his thumb lightly brushing my clit. Everything became blurry as his fingers worked me, his next words little more than background noise. ‘It might hurt a little bit.’
Slowly, as his words sank in, I wondered abstractly how he would know. ‘You’ve done this before?’ I’d asked, raising my head at the smug tone of his answer.
‘Tonnes of times.’
‘Deflowering virgins is your specialty?’
‘Sure. I can go and get my business card, if you like?’
I definitely didn’t want him to move, and all my thoughts suddenly halted as he slid down my body and began kissing his way up my thigh.
‘Deflowering comes with a guarantee.’ His voice was soft though insistent, the subtle press of his teeth grazing my skin.
‘So I can expect to be satisfied?’ My words were part whisper, part plea, and as he reached my centre, breath stuttered from my chest as he blew a breath over me.
‘I really fucking hope so.’
Oh, God, that tone.
I’d expected to feel his fingers, not his lips, my body jolting as his mouth touched my already wet flesh; one kiss and another until it felt like he was making out with me. I was so swollen, so desperate, my body moving of its own volition, pushing up against him as my fingers clawed at the sheets.
‘You’re still good?’ I didn’t register it as a question, but I replied in a burst of garbled words as he lapped and slid a finger inside.
‘Sofuckinggood.’
I ached, every inch of me. I’d never wanted so badly, never felt so greedy, so desperate for more as his lips suddenly became frantic, his fingers fast. I wanted to watch—really I did, but couldn’t find the motor function to prop myself up as he devoured me.So wet. I can still almost hear our sounds; the vibration of his groans, my heavy breath, and the wet slide of his mouth. My limbs grew tight and my back arched as I tried to close my legs, climbing these new heights of pleasure almost reaching the boundaries of too much, too fast.
‘Such a pretty pussy,’ he’d whispered. ‘I want you to come on my tongue.’
And moments later, and for the very first time in my life, I came by some means other than my own hand.
‘God.Oh, God. I’m—I’m—’
I couldn’t process anything but the waves of pleasure, probably crying out multiple times. A rush of sensation and heat spread through me so quickly I thought I’d surely burst. So much pleasure, the room filled with intelligible sounds, and when I finally came to, panting and weak, I had his head in my hands.
‘I should probably write you an endorsement...’ My words were hoarse, trailing off at the end as he climbed up my body, pressing wet kisses against my naked skin.
I was naked in more ways than one. And under him.
‘Hang off just yet. I’m not done.’
I don’t think I’d ever heard a man growl, before or since.
He sat, legs either side of mine, grasping a condom that he’d deposited on the bed. And I’ve never forgotten the image of him towering above me in the semi-darkness, the heavy weight of his cock in his hand, his mouth wet and glistening.
But a sudden jolt of nerves tightened my stomach as he began sliding the rubber over his length.Mostly.
‘I’m suddenly not sure this is such a good idea.’ My nervous smile earned me a cocky one in return.
‘We’ll go slow.’ As he settled on his knees, he’d leaned down to kiss me and I could taste myself on his lips. It was strange, but not unpleasant, his words rumbling as he’d said, ‘I’ll make it nice.’ Only nice didn’t cover it as he shifted, sliding his head along my slit and I let out a breathy gasp. ‘So nice.’
And then he was there, inside me—just a little—our chests exhaling an almost synchronized breath.
