Chapter 8
Rory
I pushed myself off the bed and quickly shucked my jeans and briefs to the floor, my cock out and ready to play. I gripped myself near the base of my shaft, giving my cock a long pull. I wanted nothing more than to sink right into her heat, right now, but first…
Condom.
Shit.
Everything in me paused. If we couldn’t do this because I wasn’t prepared…I’d fucking shit bricks. Turning on my heel, I found my wallet near our bag. Surely there was one in there. It might be expired though.
Fuck. It would totally be fucking expired. It had been two years since I got any. Hopefully though…
“In my makeup bag,” piped up from the bed. I looked over my shoulder at Emily, on her side and pushed up on an elbow as she watched me. With her bare top and those barely there bottoms, she looked like an angel.
I cocked a brow.
The outfit, packed condoms…
She was totally planning on this.
“You knew…”
Her smile was wide and she sat up, crossing her legs in front of her. Her hair fell over her chest, hiding her from me, but that was ok. I could deal.
For now.
“What? That I had to kiss you, and had to invite you to my bed, so I was going to have to obviously go the next step? Yeah, I had thoughts. Now hurry up, Rore.”
Bless my girl and her planning.
I pulled the toiletry bag close and found her makeup bag inside, unzipping one of the compartments and hoping against all hope that it was the right one. There were so many zippers on this thing.
Sure enough, nestled inside near brushes and mascara was a good handful of condoms. Woman came prepared.
I grabbed them all and walked back to the bed, ripping one open and dropping the others to the ground, sheathing myself quickly.
I crawled back over her until I lay beside her on my side, a hand on her stomach and my lips to her shoulder.
She turned on her side, facing me, and placed her hand on my cheek.
“Merry Christmas,” she whispered around a smile.
“Merry Christmas, indeed,” I spoke into her shoulder. I pressed another kiss there before rising above her yet again. Back between her knees I kneeled, this time with the intent of pulling off the now drenched lace from between her legs.
I tugged and she lifted her ass, allowing me to pull them down.
She brought her knees up and I fully pulled the lace off, tossing them somewhere along the floor to reside with the lost teddy.
Who the hell knew where? Not me, not when Emily dropped both her legs open, exposing her glistening pink folds to me.
I tasted her on my fingers but I needed my mouth on her. It was one thing I hadn’t been given the last time we were together and I was damn well taking it now. At least for a moment.
I ran my fingers up her slick folds, the very tip of my middle finger playing along the underside of her clit.
“Rory…”
Emily’s eyes were closed again and her hands were fisted in the sheets.
“You want more of that, Emy?” I nearly choked on my tongue with the stutter of her name but she did nothing to correct me so I let it go. I flicked my finger over her clit again and she groaned.
“Rory…” she said again. “It’s sensitive.”
Not wanting to hurt her, I moved my hand so the pad of my thumb covered her, pressing lightly then rolling. “That better?”
She moaned her approval and with my thumb on her, I rearranged my body to lay between her legs with a prime viewing spot.
I breathed her in. Even if I didn’t know how wet she was, I could smell her and it was fucking intoxicating. I pressed a kiss to her inner thigh, then her other, before moving my hands to hold down her hips.
Then, with slow precision, ran the flat of my tongue up her folds, the tip of my tongue circling her clit. Again I did it. And again. Until finally I sucked the engorged bud into my mouth.
Emily’s hands moved from the sheets to grip my wrists, keeping my hands in place on her hips. I was cool with that. My hand already discovered her. It was my mouth’s turn and damn if I wasn’t enjoying myself.
Wanting to give her clit a reprieve, I moved my mouth back down to her pussy opening, dipping my tongue inside and lapping up her wetness. I sucked on her pussy lips, moved my tongue over her, then dipped my tongue back in. Quick little thrusts with my tongue all while breathing her in.
Her nails were digging into my wrists. Wouldn’t be much longer now…
But I needed to feel her coming around my cock. I deprived myself of that last time with my prematurity—Goddamn, I wasn’t going to remind myself of that—so before I could let her find her release, I pulled my mouth away.
I fished one hand out from her grip so I could guide the head of my cock to her entrance, coating the head with her slick juices before nudging myself right. There.
I took her hand in mine and, as I lay over her, thrusting deep into her warm envelope in one long push, brought our hands up to the pillow beside her head, my fingers interlocking with hers.
Her open mouthed moan echoed my own. She released my other wrist, putting that hand on my shoulder, and I took the opportunity to put my free hand under the small of her back, angling her just enough…
Good God, she felt like heaven.
I wanted nothing more than to blow my load now, but I’d be damned if that was happening. Not again.
Granted, Em seemed to be looking for a repeat performance so I guess it wouldn’t be too horrible.
I could feel her heart pounding against my chest as we were pressed together, just as I could feel the slight ebbing pulse of her pussy walls, ready to take that final plunge.
Keeping my hips slow and close, I started a gentle thrust, absolutely thriving on the feel of her walls squeezing my cock. Fast, and I was more than positive we’d both come, but I wanted—no, needed—this to last.
This first time needed to last.
With slow thrusts, I was able to focus on kissing every inch of Emily’s face.
Her eyelids, closed over the clear blue orbs that I was damned lucky to look into every day.
The tip of her nose, turned up just ever so slightly in a button type way.
Her high cheek bones.
The corner of those pretty pink lips.
Then finally over her open mouth.
God I loved kissing this woman. Her tongue danced against mine in the same slow fashion as my cock did down below. I let my own eyes close for a moment, taking in everything by the sense of feel.
The feel of her mouth loving against mine.
The feel of her warm walls enveloping my cock.
The feel of my heart swelling in my chest.
Two years was a damn long time, but to get to here? Damn well worth it.
Emily brought her knees up, squeezing against my hips. Her mouth began to try and find a quicker dance to mine and one of her feet pressed against my ass. She wanted this to hurry up.
I pulled my mouth from her with a slight grin and quick chuckle.
“You in a hurry?” I asked her, holding myself inside her, deep to the very root of me.
“I need more,” she whined, trying to lift her hips.
“Not yet, Emy,” I said, bringing my mouth back down to hers. What the fuck was wrong with me and her name? It was like, all of a sudden I couldn’t manage to get the L in there.
With my mouth against hers, but before I could resume our kiss, she whispered, “I like that.”
I pulled my head back. “Like what?”
She paused, searching my face. “Emy.”
Ah, she liked my blunder of her name. I couldn’t very well tell her it was an accident now. But hell, if she liked it…
“Alright, Emy.” I kissed her lips. “Now let me do what I was doing. I’m enjoying myself.” I said the last part against her lips and began the slow thrust again.
This slow push and pull was torture, but what exquisite torture it was.
But of course, Emily wasn’t going to let this go on for long. Soon her hips were moving under mine again, both feet pressed to just below my ass, trying to get me to move faster.
But it was when she put her hand between our bodies to get herself to where she needed to go, that I drew the line.
“No.” I pulled back and moved her fingers from herself.
“I’m right there, Rory! Just…just fuck me already!” she pouted.
“Not fucking,” I growled at her, by no means upset with her but really hating the term. This? This was not fucking. “I’m making love to my girl.”
That gave her pause.
With wide eyes on mine, she stared at me a moment before opening her mouth again. “Am I? Your girl?”
“Fuck yes, Emy.” Why she doubted that for a second was beyond me.
What had we been doing the last seven months?
Playing glorified house? Friends with not-so-many benefits?
Shit no. I was living with my girl, helping her get through some of the hardest classes she’d ever take, with the end goal of forever.
Yes, she was my girl.
And no, I wasn’t fucking her.
Sure, fucking had its place in the bedroom but right this moment, I was making love to her. This slow, sweet sex was full of more emotion than I had ever felt, in or out of the bed. And she damn well was going to know the difference before this night was through.