Chapter 9
Emily
His girl. Making love. It was all almost too much.
But it wasn’t. Not at all.
It was just enough.
With my heart a few sizes too big for my chest, I brought our linked hands to my lips and pressed a kiss to Rory’s knuckles.
With a cheeky grin hiding behind our linked hands, I told him, “You may continue.”
“Oh may I?” he responded with a light laugh and a quick roll of his hips. “Are you sure? You have any more questions? Because I’ve got all day…”
I let go of his hand so I could frame his face with both of mine, bringing him down again. I held on to his green gaze, lifting a fraction to press my lips against his, feather light, and whispered, “Make love to me, Rory. I’m almost there.”
“Yes, ma’am.” His own whispered reply brushed his lips over mine before he took my bottom lip between his teeth in a gentle bite, then a long, healing suckle. I slid one hand to the back of his head, dropping the other down his neck and between his shoulders, loving his mouth on mine.
When he started to move his hips again, I squeezed my legs around him, my inner thighs pressed close to his flexing hips. I could feel his ass clenching with each slow, agonizing thrust.
But then he changed the angle. Just slightly, but in a way that had his groin brushing my clit with each full sink into me. Just two times of feeling him press and roll over my clit and my entire body was shaking.
“Rory!” My legs tightened around him as my thighs quivered with my release. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pressing my forehead to his shoulder as my body let go.
Apparently it was almost too much for Rory, too. “Fuck, Em,” he groaned out. He was impossibly full in my tight pussy and the feel of my body flexing around his rock hard cock had my orgasm going on and on.
“God, I can’t…” He pulled out once more, pushing in slowly, before he started rocking his hips quicker, small, little thrusts with his face pressed against the side of mine.
“God, Emy, you feel so fucking good, squeezing my cock. Milking my cock,” he murmured around grunts as his hips pistoned into me, fighting against the tightness.
Then, with a shout, his own orgasm overtook him.
His hips flexed and his cock jerked with his release. I kept my legs tight around him, not wanting him to leave me just yet.
When his body stilled and his muscles relaxed, with his body weight pushing me into the mattress, I finally let my limbs loosen from around him. I took a deep breath, loving the feeling of Rory’s weight on top of me. There were few pleasures in life, and for me personally, this was one of them.
His body lax and content on top of mine.
Sure, he’d get heavy soon—the man was a lot of muscle—but for the moment, I was enjoying this.
“I can’t move,” he mumbled into the pillow beside my head, making me laugh lightly.
“Yeah, well, I can’t either,” I responded back in jest. When he braced a hand beside me to push himself over, I wrapped my legs around him again. “One more minute.”
I should have figured he wouldn’t let that slide. With a push, he rolled us over, still inside me, and I scrambled to unhook my ankles from behind his back before they were crushed under his big body.
“One minute here.” He put his hands on my hips and shifted me down just slightly, just enough so I could rest my head on his shoulder, snuggling into his neck. I bracketed my forearms beside our heads on the pillow and closed my eyes, fully relaxed. Rory’s hands lazily roamed up and down my back.
After a quiet moment, the only sound in the tiny cabin being our slowing breaths and the crackle of the fireplace, Rory said, “That was worth the wait.”
Smiling, I propped my chin in the middle of his chest and teased, “It made up for last time.”
I squealed when his hand connected with my ass in a stinging slap. “Sass.” He rubbed the spot to ease the sting before tapping both hands on either side of my hips. “I gotta get rid of the condom. Would hate to be considered the next Conor and Mia.”
I froze at that.
Did he mean…?
Did he not want kids? I mean, I wasn’t by any means ready for them, but I liked to look at the long-term and there was no sense wasting time with someone if there wasn’t going to be a forever…
He must have seen a shift in my eyes because he tugged on my hair. “Emily.”
I forced a smile and shifted off of him.
“Go get rid of the condom, Rore.” I moved off the bed and wished I had my bed clothes nearby but because they weren’t, I walked naked to the bathroom, refraining from closing the door as badly as I wanted to, and pulled on the sleep boxers and sweatshirt I’d brought in earlier.
The soft inner fleece of the sweatshirt was still too much for my sensitive nipples, but I wasn’t about to walk back out to find a tank to wear under.
I was working on pulling my hair up in a top knot when Rory walked in.
My eyes caught his in the mirror but quickly went back to my own reflection.
In my peripheral, I watched as he discarded the condom and just when I thought he’d move from the room to grab his own clothes, he stepped behind me and slid his arms around me, his hands under my sweatshirt and on my bare stomach.
I lowered my arms after securing the band around my knot and let my arms hang uselessly beside me.
I watched in the mirror as he turned his face in to mine, pressing his lips to my temple before regarding our reflections.
“I just meant,” he said softly, “that we wouldn’t want an unexpected pregnancy right now.
Someday, Emy girl, I am going to put a baby in here.
” He rubbed my stomach gently. “When you’re through with school and are completely ready. ”
My eyes teared up; I couldn’t help it. With a watery tilt of my lips, I asked, “When did you turn into such a good guy?”
His chuckle vibrated against my back and he pressed another kiss to my temple. “There was this girl…” Rory turned me then, and I put my arms around his naked back. “In due time, Emily. You have more important things to worry about right now.”
I tilted my chin up so I could press my lips to his softly. “I’m game.”