I trail my lips down her neck and the sound she makes when I kiss under her ear makes my head spin a little. Because I know that sound. Or rather I recognise the meaning of it. And the realisation that I’m the one causing it makes my cock throb in my jeans.
“You spent all day avoiding me,” she murmurs.
“Yeah.”
“And this was the plan?”
“No.”
“What was the plan?”
“Honestly?” I say, my voice deep and low.
“Yes.”
“Not doing this.”
She pulls back just enough to raise an eyebrow. “Going well so far.”
I huff a quiet laugh and rub my thumb across her lacey bra, feeling her pebbled nipple pushing desperately against the thin fabric. The way she is arching against me, searching for any kind of friction on her needy clit is driving me wild. My cock is solid and pressing against the seam in my jeans.
Freya reaches for the hem of my shirt, fingers brushing the fabric like she’s testing the idea before committing to it. I stop kissing her just long enough to look at her. There’s a brief pause. One of those moments where a line could still be drawn. Where one of us could say something sensible. Apparently that line is gone. I pull my shirt over my head before my brain can reconsider and drop it somewhere beside the sofa. Freya watches me for a second with that same small, dangerous smile. Her jumper joins my shirt on the floor somewhere beside the sofa, and I use one hand to unclasp her bra, freeing her perfect hardened nipples that are begging for my mouth.
“Fuck Frey, you are so fucking perfect.”
She lets out a whimper as I follow by taking one of her nipples in my mouth while stroking the other with my thumb. I stand, keeping my eyes locked on hers while I unbutton my jeans and discard them on the floor followed by my boxers. I free my solid cock and lean down, swiping my thumb across Freya’s bottom lip. “Frey, I know we shouldn’t be… but fuck I am so weak when it comes to you.” I say while peppering kisses down her neck. She’s arching into me, her nipples grazing on my chest, sending waves of electric straight to my throbbing cock.
“Rory, please, just fuck me.”
Fucking Christ.
Chapter forty-three
Freya
Rory let’s out a low growl then kisses me so deeply that it takes my breath away. His tongue swipes deliciously against mine as one hand is gripping my hair tightly, sending fire through my body. His other hand roams me freely, down my breasts, around my waist and then to the button of my jeans. He undoes them and slides his hand below them and below my lacey underwear. I want this man. I need him, right this second and God damn it, as soon as he feels how wet I am, he’s going to know that too.
He slides just his middle finger down through the centre of me and instantly makes a low growl.
“Frey, I’ve barely touched you and you’re dripping wet.” He says, low and deep.
“Well, this is really fucking hot, what do you expect?” I reply, barely in a whisper as I try so desperately not to come already.
He uses two fingers to slide my arousal in circles over my throbbing clit as I arch against him, moaning into his mouth. He uses the tip of his tongue to flick my nipple which sends another wave of electricity straight through me, threatening to push me over the edge.
“Frey, you’ve already made me come once, it’s time we made it even, be a good girl and come for me.”.
Fuck. Those words alone in his sexy, gruff voice threaten to send me toppling.
“Rory…yes.” I moan, as a wave of pleasure takes over me and I tumble over the edge. My back arches and my body shudders as he continues circling my clit and flicking his tongue on my pebbled nipple.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl. So much come for me.”
He kisses me deeply and passionately before leaving his forehead on mine.
“Fuck, you have no idea how much I want you right now.”
And I can’t tell if this is his way of testing the waters, checking that this really is something I want, that I’m ready to take that final step with him.
