32. Rory #3
Apprehensive, I clamber over him and sit on his hard stomach. I run a finger over his pec and admit the truth. “Can I be honest? I want this to be good for you, but the truth is, I’ve never been on top before.” Before Jace, I literally only did missionary. Yes, it got boring.
His eyes soften and he pulls me down. At first, I think he’s going to kiss me, but he just wraps his big strong arms around me, and I melt into his hug.
Skin to skin, our hearts beat in time. “Your ex was a jackass. It doesn’t matter to me what you’ve done or haven’t done. I’m just grateful you’re here with me.”
His hand runs slowly up and down my back, and I snuggle against him. I love that he doesn’t rush me. He just holds me. “Draw me like one of your French girls, Jace.”
It takes him a second to get my Titanic reference, but then he laughs, and I sit up a little so I can look at his handsome face.
The smile he gives me makes my heart race.
“Hmm. If I was going to draw you, I’d start with your beautiful face.
With those eyes that always seem filled with sunshine.
And your lips that taste like ripe fruit. ”
I grin, not caring that I’m sitting on top of him in the back of his truck, stark naked. “Then what?”
He reaches up to cup my face. He runs a finger over my lips before he turns my face away. “Then I’d draw your elegant neck. Your slender shoulders. And your perfect breasts with those sweet little nipples I love to bite.”
Leaning up, he does just that—takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks, softly at first, then harder. Somehow, we’re sitting up, and I arch back so he can play with my boobs. The whole time, his hard cock sits against my butt.
Everything between my legs pulses, ready to try this. I push him until he’s lying down again, and I wiggle back until he’s in position.
He rubs my thighs. “Just go slow, baby. Stop whenever you need to.”
I nod and wiggle back farther until he’s pushing against my pussy. I try to take him, but I can’t seem to get it right. Don’t girls just hop on this thing in porn? I scoot back until his dick waves between us. Yeah, no. There’s no ‘just hopping on’ his dick.
“I want you on top. I’ll try it this way another time.
” I roll onto my back and spread my legs.
He gives me an apprehensive look, and I start to get frustrated, so I reach down and rub my clit, something else that would have freaked out librarian Rory.
But Jace and I have seen each other naked so many times now, this doesn’t faze me even though I’ve never rubbed one out for him before.
That motivates him. He kneels between my legs and watches me rub myself. He starts jerking himself off. “So fucking hot.”
I know we could wrap things up like this, but I really want to be with him. “Try it this way. Please.”
“Tell me to stop if it’s too much, okay?” He waits until I nod before he moves over me. I bend my knees to make room for him.
We kiss again. Slow. He nibbles my earlobe and sucks on my neck. Squeezes my breasts and grinds against me until everything throbs with the beat of my heart.
Then he reaches down and holds himself against me. Pushes.
Nothing.
“Hold yourself open for me. Like I’m going to lick your pretty pussy.” I do as he asks, and he leans back to get more traction.
There! My toes curl as he sinks in. Deeper and deeper.
“Oh my God, oh my God.”
“Fuck,” he groans. “You feel so good.”
I drop my legs out to let him go deeper, and we both moan. I’ve never felt this full. It’s almost too much, but his three fingers got me ready to take him. “I… You… Yes,” I pant, needing more.
But the frustrating man doesn’t move. He stays still while he sucks on my neck. On my tongue. On my nipples. While I throb and thrash.
“Just want this to feel good for you,” he whispers.
I nod. “I’m ready.” So ready.
He thrusts, and my back arches. Harder. Faster.
“Yes, yes, yes.” I chant and moan and claw at his shoulders.
But then he leans back and watches himself impale me while I watch him in turn. How his stomach contracts and his shoulders go taut. How his jaw clenches like he’s barely hanging on. How his thick cock somehow squeezes into my body.
“You’re doing so good, baby. Look how well you take my cock. Fuck.”
His dirty words send me over the edge, and I come on a scream.
Somehow he swells even larger. He grabs my shoulders for leverage and pumps into me as he comes.
I don’t know how long we move together, him pulsating inside me while I shudder around him, but it’s the most earth-shattering moment of my life.
I didn’t even know this kind of pleasure was possible.
He collapses on top of me, somehow bracing himself so he doesn’t crush me. Not ready to part, I wrap my arms and legs around him.
I almost say those three words, but then I remind myself who I’m with.
Because as much as I love Jace, as much as I want to shout it from the rooftops, I don’t want to be the first one to say it. While I might be braver than I was two months ago, I know how this works.
If I say it, will I spook him? Will it be too much? Will he regret tonight?
No, this is enough.
For now.