I have always fantasised about fucking Freya. I have spent many nights fisting my cock thinking about it like the sad little man that I am. But since making the decision to go down this road with her, I have never wanted her more. She looks incredible stretched out on the bed, dressed in nothing but black lace underwear and that loose white top. The soft light from the bedside lamp catches on her skin and for a second I just stand there taking her in.Christ.I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful. Her hair is spread across the pillow, her cheeks still flushed, her chest rising and falling a little faster than normal. The sight of her there, relaxed and completely open with me, makes my dick throb.
I kick off my jeans and boxers, barely thinking about it, and my cock springs free, already painfully hard. A bead of pre-come gathers at the tip just from looking at her. Honestly, it’s a miracle I haven’t already lost control after everything that just happened downstairs.
“Holy shit, Frey,” I murmur, shaking my head slightly. “You’re perfect.”
Her eyes drop immediately and a soft blush spreads across her cheeks. I cross the room and climb onto the bed, bracing myself over her before lifting her chin gently with my finger.
“Hey,” I say quietly. “I really hope you’re not looking down because you don’t believe me.”
Her eyes flick back up to mine.
“Because I mean it,” I continue, my voice softer now. “And if you don’t believe it yet, I’ll make it my personal mission to make sure you do.”
Something shifts in her expression then. The uncertainty melts slightly, replaced with something warmer and more confident. Her gaze slowly drifts down my body.
“Well…” I say lightly. “It’s all yours, if you want it.”
A small, breathy sound escapes her. “This is ridiculous,” she murmurs. “I must be dreaming. Look at you.” Her hand hovers just above my stomach like she’s almost afraid to touch me. “It’s like you’re carved out of stone.”
I laugh quietly. “Well, right now my ego definitely is.”
She rolls her eyes.
“And right now, my cock could convincingly be made of stone."
She stares back at me, then down to my cock. "Well maybe we should do something about that then shouldn’t we." She says licking her lips.
Something in the way she says it snaps the last thread of restraint I have left. Before she can say anything else I grab the front of her top and rip it off her.
“Rory!” she protests, half laughing. “I liked that top.”
“I like it better off you,” I reply easily.
I reach behind her back and unclasp her bra, letting it fall away as she sinks back against the mattress.
For a moment I just stare at her. “Jesus,” I breathe. “I am the luckiest man alive right now.”
I lean down, pressing my mouth to the soft curve of her neck, and she arches up toward me instinctively, her warm breath brushing my skin as her hands slide into my hair. And the way she responds to me… Fuck. I’m already completely ruined for anyone else. Which is fine, because I hope there is never anyone else.
I kiss slowly from her neck down to her shoulder, then along the delicate line of her collarbone, taking my time as soft sounds escape her. Each small breath and quiet moan sends a rush of heat straight through me.
My fingers brush lightly over her chest, teasing one sensitive peak between them while my mouth trails lower across her warm skin. She arches slightly beneath me, her hands sliding into my hair as though she needs something to hold on to.
I take my time exploring her body, moving slowly down her soft curves, pressing kisses along the path until I reach the edge of her underwear. My fingers hook gently into the lace and slide it down her legs before I settle between her thighs, pausing there for a moment just to look at her. Freya lying here like this might be the most breath-taking thing I’ve ever seen.
I press a soft kiss to the inside of her thigh first, then the other, feeling her muscles tense beneath my hands. When my lips finally brush over her clit, she inhales sharply.
“Fuck,” she whispers.
A grin spreads across my face. I lift my head slightly, meeting her eyes. “You want me here, baby?” I murmur.
Her chest rises and falls quickly. “Yes,” she breathes.
I really want to tease her. Part of me wants to drag this out, make her wait, make her beg for it the way she deserves to. The thought alone nearly drives me insane. But fuck, I can’t. I can’t hold back for even a second. One, because I’m dangerously close to losing control already. And two, because I have absolutelyno interest in wasting another moment not being inside Freya Collins.
I trail kisses back up her body, slow at first, tasting the warmth of her skin as I move higher until I reach her mouth again. Then I take my cock in my fist and slide slowly along her soaking slit.
“Holy shit, Rory,” she breathes.
