Chapter 7
Rory
I didn’t need a brighter green light.
I’d been waiting for this day for a long fucking time, and I was taking what was being offered.
My white hot Emily.
I reached my hand out, cupping the back of her neck, and held her where she was while I dropped my chin and took her lips. Prior to Emily, I loved fucking with chicks much shorter than me but Emily was damn near perfect for me.
No. Not damn near.
Just was.
Her tall, willowy body. Her tiny waist and sharp hips. Her barely there chest.
I wouldn’t trade any of them for a fucking second.
Her mouth parted under mine, allowing my tongue the access it probed for. With my arms wrapped around her and my hands on her ass—and they were on her ass; this get-up included a fucking thong—I kept her pressed close, no longer caring if she felt my arousal against her.
I ground my hard cock against her all while kneading the cheeks of her ass, swallowing the little mewls she made. I needed to feel her naked against my own skin though.
I moved us backward and Emily, completely with the program, kept up in the movement, not once breaking the seal of her mouth over mine. Backward, I walked us toward the bed, occasionally stumbling over feet or haphazardly placed shoes but damn if that didn’t make the moment that much more real.
There was no true preamble. Nothing like any other woman I’d been with.
But damn, that was just Emily.
Last time, I took her kisses quickly and freely, leading us to the next step. Just like the then, she and I went from zero to sixty in two seconds flat and I’d be damned ok if that were the way things were whenever we got together.
Maybe slow down eventually but hell, thirty was the new twenty; we could keep this up for a few years yet.
When the back of my knees hit the mattress, I sat and pulled Emily down with me, twisting us until she was on her back, our mouths parting.
But of course Emily wasn’t having any of that.
Immediately she sat up and reached for the bottom of my sweatshirt, tugging it upward.
With her hands working the front, I grabbed the back and lifted it over my head, grabbing enough of the material to ensure my under tee came with it.
My hands went to the button of my jeans, slipping it through the hole, but before I could lower the zipper and step out of the denim, Emily pushed me back and was straddling me.
She brought her nails down my chest gently, causing my abs to suck in when she reached the bottom of my six pack, and leaned down to restart our kiss. Her hair was all around us; I could smell the sweet spice of her shampoo intermixing with her arousal.
God I needed my mouth on her pussy.
I hooked a leg around hers and forced her to her back again. I pressed one more kiss to her lips, lingering, before pressing kisses down her neck, between her tits. I rubbed my chin over the sheer fabric. When my stubble snagged, Emily grabbed my hair and lifted my head up.
“Don’t ruin your Christmas present,” she said around a mischievous smile.
“It’s a damn good Christmas present,” I said, pushing up again to press my lips to hers a moment before resuming my position. “But if it’s mine, I want it off you.”
“I’ve only had it on ten minutes,” she pouted but still, that glint was in her eyes.
“Do you want to wear it again?” I spread her knees and kneeled between them, gently moving up the lower part of the teddy to expose her stomach. Placing open mouthed kisses over her stomach, I moved them until I was at her navel, dipping my tongue into the slight divot.
“Maybe one more time,” she whispered.
Chuckling, I sat back on my folded legs. With my jeans partially unzipped, the position had my cock fighting to free itself from my pants but first…
First I was freeing her from the confines of all that lacey goodness.
I reached for her hands and pulled her up to sit.
Immediately her arms went around my neck and we were kissing again, tongues fighting for dominance, lips fighting for the upper hand, or rather, the sucking of the lower lip—the best damn lip to suck on.
Emily’s legs bent and she wrapped them around my thighs, pulling herself close to me.
I fisted my hand in her long hair, tilting her head back so I could kiss her more comfortably.
My tongue plundered in her mouth, momentarily forgetting what my current end goal was.
But then her hands were in the top of my briefs, her fingers brushing over the head of my cock, and I was quickly reminded.
I pulled my hips back from her. “Uh-uh. No.”
She had the nerve to pout. “But—”
“No, Em,” I said, pointing at her. “No. We’re doing this right this time.”
And that was the last I was talking about my embarrassing miss last time. Emily was not getting near my cock until I was ready to sink in her. God only knew how excited it got around her and her pretty mouth.
Carefully, because she had ideas of wearing it again, I removed the teddy from Emily, tossing it back over my shoulder as I took in her chest. Before I could get my fill though, her arms were back around my neck, her mouth fighting to find mine again.
I gave her the kiss she searched for but then dropped my lips to her shoulder and with an arm around her back, lowered her back to the bed.
Again, I moved my kisses down over her collar bone and over her sternum but this time I stopped in line with her tiny mounds.
Her nipples were pebbled, begging for my mouth to play with them.
I angled my head to take one of her slight breasts into my mouth, sucking the whole of it in and pressing my tongue flat over the erect peak.
I grazed my teeth back gently, keeping the scrap gentle as her nipple popped from my mouth.
Below me, Emily moaned. It wouldn’t be long…
I turned my attention to the other side, this time suckling on her tit, altering pressure on her nipple. Her legs moved restlessly under me and her fingers dug into my lower back. She pressed her chest up into my face, begging for more without actually asking for it.
I shifted between her knees, allowing myself room to put my hand between her legs.
The lace there was soaked. Pushing the fabric aside, I ran my finger up her wet slit, lingering at the swollen bud at top, and moved down to sink two fingers up into her.
I turned my hand up, crooking my fingers inside her and pushing them in and out of her in time with my suckles up top.
“Oh, my God, Rory,” she moaned breathlessly above me. She slid a knee up and the other fell open as I continued my slow glides in and out of her, letting my fingers pull even slower over the area of the rumored G-spot.
Just before I could push my fingers back in and restart the process, I could feel her body start under me. Found it.
Now, to focus on that spot. I pressed my palm to her mound and let my fingers stay dug into her, only moving the tips of my fingers over the spot that caused her body to react. Slow, slower, quick. Slow, slower, quick.
Her pussy was so fucking wet; I couldn’t wait to slide in and out of the slick confines. But first, she was getting off. She was almost there… Just about there.
I bit down gently on her nipple and flicked my tongue over the very tip.
“Oh… Oh my…” Her hands were in my hair now, fisting tight, and her hips were moving impatiently, trying to find her release. I quickened my fingers and bit down just a little bit more until finally her body was quaking under mine.
She shouted my name and arched her back, her hips pulling away just slightly. Keeping my mouth on her tit, I looked up and took in her long, graceful, exposed neck. Fucking beautiful.
And fucking mine.
I released her nipple, licking over the hurt, but kept my fingers in her wet, pulsing heat, loving the feel of her body milking them all while she grew warmer and wetter. I pushed up the slight distance to take her mouth with mine, pressing easy kisses to her lips until she lifted her lids.
Her pupils were dilated, the icy clear blue nearly a stormy gray. When her eyes were on mine, that was when I pulled my fingers completely out, bringing them to my lips.
The part I’d been waiting a long damn time for.
Well, part of it anyhow.
I sucked the two digits in my mouth, licking off every bit of her with my tongue. After, I sealed my mouth over hers and thank God, she participated. Her mouth was open again, taking in her essence off my tongue and not at all put off by it, if her actions were any indication.
Again, her hands tried to find purchase below my waist.
With a laugh—who the fuck knew you could laugh during sex?—I pushed back to my knees yet again. “Keep your hands to yourself, Em!”
“Then hurry the frick up and undress yourself,” she told me, and damned if she didn’t growl the words. My girl was antsy.
Yeah, well, so was I.
Screw redeeming myself. I just needed to be in her, loving on her.