Chapter 29
Garrett
Rory is mine again, and the feel of her in my arms, the way she should be, is dizzying. No holding back, no denying where this intensity between us comes from.
Holding her tight against me, I roll us off the sofa and stretch her out on the floor. I’m obsessed with the way she stares up at me, soft wonder in her eyes.
“Kiss me,” she whispers, and it’s so soft and vulnerable and strong at the same time.
How did I ever let this woman go?
I couldn’t keep my eyes off her all night. I kept staring at her mouth, her throat. Wanting to be the wine that she sipped and the happy gasp of air she’d pull in after a good laugh.
Now her mouth is mine, and I don’t waste a second. I plunge into her, tasting her need. I swallow her moans until we’re both out of breath, and then I cover her mouth with my hand as I kiss the rest of her.
Her neck.
The ridge of her ear, the soft biteable lobe.
Her breasts, as soon as I get her shirt rucked up. Her belly, her soft, quivering perfect softness.
I peel her long johns off and kiss lower still, my hand still covering her lips, feeling her pant against my fingers as I stretch my body taut, hitching her thighs over my shoulders.
There’s no limit to how much I want her.
Her legs fall open as I nose my way closer and closer to the centre of her. She’s so fucking pretty like this, all flushed and swollen and ripe for my tongue.
“I love you,” I whisper right against her pussy, and she laughs against my hand, then tugs at my wrist.
“I’ll be quiet,” she promises.
Fuck it. I don’t care if anyone hears us. After they all had a look at the dildo, they know what I’m about. They won’t come downstairs.
I have eight long months to make up for.
This is how I should have been kissing her good night all fucking year.
Her breathing ticks up as I lick around her clit, her thighs flexing on either side of my head. I slide my fingers through her folds, needing to be inside her already.
And she needs that, too. “Please, Garrett.”
“Yeah?” I tease her entrance.
“More.”
I nip her inner thigh. “More? Greedy girl, you haven’t even taken my fingers yet.”
She rocks her hips, catching the tip of my two fingers, pulling me into her.
I groan-laugh. “That wasn’t a challenge, you minx.”
“Can’t help it, I need you.”
The breathy confession makes my cock flex against the floor, and the agonizing pleasure only intensifies as she squeezes down on my hand, surrounding my fingers with her tight, hot slickness.
“More,” she begs.
I pump my fingers in and out of her, licking and sucking at her clit until her pleas reach a fevered pitch. Then I surge back up her body, still petting her eager cunt, pulling her slippery arousal out and coating her pussy with it as I plant my other arm on the floor beside her.
We stare at each other, breath mingling, gazes locked. I kiss her mouth again, suck on her tongue. None of it is enough. But it’s all fucking perfect.
Her legs hitch up around my waist, grinding against me, pulling me down as we make out. My cock aches to be freed, to replace my fingers inside her.
I can’t stop touching her, though.
“Get my cock out,” I whisper.
She pushes my shirt off, first, then scrabbles for my waistband, shoving my pants down to my hips.
Her fingers on my throbbing flesh are the best thing I’ve ever felt.
I press my forehead against hers and hold her gaze. The whole room spins around us as I narrow in on Rory. “I want to be inside you bare. Have you been taking your pills?”
She nods.
“There hasn’t been anyone else. There will never be anyone else but you.”
“Make love to me, Garrett. Please. Don’t hold back.” Her eyes glitter up at me, a kaleidoscope of Christmas lights and unvarnished need. “I want everything you felt like you couldn’t give me when we were apart.”
She brings us together. My cock slips against her arousal, sliding heavy between her pussy lips.
Her head rolls back as my piercings bump over her clit.
“Fuck,” I whisper.
“I know,” she pants.
Reaching between us, I wrap my hand around hers, both of us working my cock against her now. Tangled and messy. It feels so good to rub on her, to hear her tiny sounds of pleasure, her hitching breath and ragged exhales every time we push my cock lower and tease her entrance.
“Take me,” she pants. “Fuck me. I’ve missed you so much.”
I can’t hold back now. Not when she’s saying stuff like that, making my heart beat so hard it feels like it’s outside my body, trying to get to her.
Into her. I cover her with my whole body, giving her my weight first, my hips between her lush thighs.
And then, inch by inch, I work my cock into her body, watching her face the whole time.
“It’s so good.” Her eyelids flutter and she sucks in a breath as I get thicker, as I push deeper. Inexorably returning to her, returning to us.
Rolling my strokes, I look down between us, where she’s stretched pink and perfect around me. “You feel so fucking tight, Roar. Like you’re never going to let me go.”
“I won’t. I can’t.” Her voice breaks. “I love you so much.”
I’ll never take those words for granted ever again.
Groaning, I ease back, until my whole cock is glistening with her, and only the tip is hidden in her sweet body.
Her body quivers, her cunt clutching at the head of my shaft.
“Tell me you want more,” I growl under my breath, for ears only. “Beg for my cock in your sweet pussy.”
“More, yes, please. Give it to me.”
I slam home, control slipping.
She clutches at my shoulders, silently gasping as I surge all the way into her body.
Lengthening my strokes, going balls deep every time.
We find a rhythm that makes her shake, makes her wrap herself around me and cling for dear life.
Every single inch of her rippling around me.
She’s going to milk me deep into her body before we’re done here.
But not before she comes. That will be what does it, feeling her come apart for me.
I yank her hips up, changing the angle, then plant one hand on the ground and find her clit with my other fingertips.
My Rory. Mine. My girl, forever and ever. My orgasms to give her. Mine.
She pumps her hips, fucking up at me now, both of us sweat slicked and feverish and needy and raw and real.
Her clit thickens and thrusts against my fingertips, then she’s coming, and it’s pulsing, and I feel it on my fingertips and around my cock at the same time, and it’s everything.
“You’re everything,” I tell her as I let loose and thunder deep, burying myself inside her, following her into a release that’s pure, unadulterated pleasure.
She wraps herself around me, holding me tight as my cock pulses through the aftershock, until I come back into my head and find myself lying heavily on the love of my life.
“Sorry,” I mumble as I give a half-hearted effort to detangle us.
“Stay,” she whispers, and I give in to holding her like this, a messy twist of leaden limbs, heaving chests, and wildly beating hearts.
I kiss her damp chest as I ease out of her, then her belly, and then I nuzzle my way between her thighs.
“Can you come again?” I ask as I lick the mess we made together.
“I don’t need to,” she says, her breath hitching.
“That wasn’t my question.”
She stares down at me and nods. “Yes. Yes, please.”
Carefully, because she’s sensitive, I latch on to her clit, and I pull another orgasm from her tired, hardworking body.
She trembles through this release like the very quiet girl she promised to be.
I don’t know how quiet we were in the middle there together, but this one, this one is definitely very quiet, and utterly beautiful.
When she finishes trembling on my face, I grab my t-shirt and use that to clean her up, what’s left that I didn’t devour.
And then I wrap myself around her instead of dressing her immediately, because it feels like if I let go of her for even a second, I might come apart at the seams.
It’s Rory who finally flutters back to earth, who finds her long johns and disappears briefly to go pee, and then returns and finds me a clean shirt. Probably tucks away the evidence of our secret, reckless, wild floor fuck, too.
Turns the partridge timer off, the quiet clucking ending with a panicked little squawk at the end that sounds suspiciously like a chicken.
Then she tugs me up to the couch, and we tumble under a blanket together, her curled up in front of me, and fall into the best sleep either of us have probably had in almost a year.