God, I have never wanted anything more.
I glance down for a second at the situation we’ve somehow ended up in, and my brain briefly stops functioning altogether. Rory’s bare, sculpted torso is pressed against mine, warm and solid, a faint sheen of sweat catching the firelight. One arm is braced on one side of me as he holds himself up, his bicep flexing with the effort. The other arm is laid across my abdomen, equally flexed after working my desperate clit. The muscles in his forearms are shifting every time he moves and the shadows from the fire make his chiselled veins look more pronounced. It is, quite frankly, a lot to process. Rory is a very fine specimen of a man. And he is, apparently, about to sleep with me.
“Rory, I asked you to fuck me. I even said please. Don’t make me beg.” I say, teasing.
A dark look comes over him as he pushes himself up slightly to look me square in the face.
“Freya. I want you to beg me to fuck you.” He smirks, his hungry eyes boring into my soul.
I stare at him, about to laugh, but he’s dead serious and fuck, why does this turn me on so much? “Rory, please fuck me. I want you.” I say in my best pleading voice.
“Tell me how much”.
“So much. If you don’t fuck me right now, I might die.”
And with that, in a split second, he grabs the back of my thighs, pulls me down the sofa and removes my jeans and underwear in the same movement.
This man!
“Wait,” Rory says suddenly, his voice rough as he pauses just long enough to look at me properly. “We need protection.”
“It’s okay,” I reply softly. “I’m on birth control… and I’m clean.”
He holds my gaze for a moment before nodding. “Me too.”
And I know he is. More than that, I trust him. Completely.
He kneels between my legs and uses his thigh to push them wider.
“Holy shit Frey. You are literally perfect.” He says while scanning my whole body.
Since becoming a mum, I’ve been self-conscious about my body in ways I never used to be. Mostly my stomach, which has never quite gone back to the way it was before, but also the parts of me that brought Theo into the world. The parts that changed in ways no one really warns you about. And, inconveniently, that is exactly the part of me Rory is looking at right now. For a moment the old insecurity flares up, that instinct to shift or cover myself somehow, like I should apologise for the evidence that my body has birthed a child. But the way he’s looking at me stops the thought before it gets very far. There’s no hesitation in his expression. No awkwardness. No flicker of doubt. Just a quiet sort of awe that makes something warm and steady settle in me. And suddenly it’s very clear that I had absolutely no reason to be self-conscious at all.
He leans forward, taking his solid cock in his hand, and sliding it up and down my soaking pussy. I arch against him and wrap my legs around his waist, desperately trying to pull him into me.
“You’re so desperate for me aren’t you.” He growls.
“Yes” I say, half moan, half whisper.
He kisses me slow, and steady while his thumb and forefinger pluck and my nipple. Every nerve ending in my body is alive right now.
“You ready Frey?” he asks, and once again I’m sure he’s checking that this is really what I want. He watches me intently as I bite my lower lip before taking a deep breath.
“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”
He growls in response before pushing himself all the way inside me, bottoming out whilst swallowing my loud moan with the deepest kiss.
Chapter forty-four
rory
“Fuck, Freya. You feel… perfect.” I say, between breaths.
She whimpers and moans as she digs her nails into my shoulders. I pull out slowly and thrust deeply into her. I groan the deepest, most animalistic groan as her thighs clench around me. I wish this could go on forever. Being deep inside Freya Collins is literal heaven. I feel her hips starting to grind against me, her clit searching for friction somewhere above my cock. I reach up to her mouth with my spare and put my thumb on her lower lip.
“Suck.”
And she obeys my command immediately, sending a pulse of heat straight through me. I reach down and use my thumb to rub circles around her swollen clit while I’m slowly, and deeply sliding in and out of her.
