Chapter 13
Emily
I woke with a happy sigh. Stretching my arms over my head, I looked over, seeing Rory’s sleeping form beside me. He was on his side, one hand resting on my stomach and the other arm wrapped around the pillow under his head.
Quietly, I rolled to my side to put a hand on his cheek. The man lived in scruff these days, but if he didn’t trim it up sometime soon, he’d start to look like Conor with his full beard.
I trailed the tip of my finger down the slope of Rory’s nose then over his cheekbone.
I wasn’t sure what time he joined me in bed.
Yesterday when we arrived to my parents’ house, I was surprised to find puppy toys and food.
Apparently Rory had thought of just about everything where our Teddy girl was concerned, managing to keep her a secret with the help of my own parents.
So while I helped mom finish our middle of the day dinner, Rory and dad played with Teddy in the living room with her new toys.
We left my parents’ house after dessert and drinks, arriving to Conor and Mia’s after the kids had already gone to bed. Tired, I said my own goodnights while Rory stayed up with his brother and sister-in-law.
Checking over my shoulder, I saw Teddy still snoozing in her puppy crate, curled up with a blanket under her chin.
My eyes sought out the clock behind Rory; it was only six.
The sun was starting its morning struggle but it was still fairly dark beyond the window.
I held my breath, trying to hear if anything was going on beyond the guest bedroom door but the house seemed quiet.
Satisfied that it appeared to be, I leaned forward to press my lips to Rory’s parted, sleeping ones.
I kept my lips light on his while trailing my hand over his waist, his hip, then dropping my hand to cup his still soft cock.
Over his boxer shorts, I squeezed and pulled just as lightly, keeping my hand gentle and teasing.
Quickly though his cock began to harden, waking up to my ministration.
Rory groaned under my mouth and I kept my eyes on his lids, waiting for them to open.
When they did, Rory rolled over and pulled me with him. My hand left him to brace on the mattress beside him. I smiled against his lips, kissing him once more.
“Mmm,” he mumbled against my lips. “Good morning.” His big hands found their way under my sleep shirt and rested on my lower back. “You’re being sassy this morning,” he said sleepily, pushing his hips up into mine.
His sleep voice was so damned sexy. Low and rough, his voice paired with the hardness against the apex of my thighs had me wet and wanting.
With my hands on his chest, I pushed myself up, grinding myself against his hard cock. “I think everyone’s still sleeping.”
Rory’s fingers flexed against my hips. “Yeah?”
I nodded, smiling crookedly down at him.
“Mmhm. Yeah.” Moving from my straddle of his hips, my hands quickly went to work, pulling his boxers down, over his erection and off his legs.
I tossed them to the floor before pressing a kiss to Rory’s muscular thigh.
However, when I moved my hand to squeeze his hard, straining cock, Rory’s hand quickly wrapped around my wrist.
“Naked,” he demanded. His voice still held that sleepy quality but he was all sorts of awake now. I climbed off the bed to pull off my clothes while Rory scooted back in the bed, peeling his own shirt off and resting back against the pillows.
Laying there, his once again getting-too-long wavy hair a mess around his head, his body toned and his cock standing at attention, he was the most beautiful man I had ever seen.
He’d always been a good looking guy but his cocky attitude always overpowered that in my eyes.
That’s not to say he wasn’t cocky any more—he just channeled it differently.
“Condom?” I wanted to feel his release in me. No more pulling out nonsense. “I’m on the pill,” I confessed. I moved back onto the bed, sitting on my knees beside him.
Rory seemed to think about that. Finally, he reached out to cup my face, pulling me close to kiss me once. “But if we use both, the risk of pregnancy is smaller, Em.”
Slightly frustrated, I growled at him. “If we get pregnant while using a contraceptive, well then it’s meant to be, Rory. I’d deal with—we’d deal with it—if it happened.”
Again, Rory watched me and contemplated.
“Fine, whatever,” I said, pushing from the bed. Not bothering with my sleep clothes, I went straight to our bag to pull out clothes for the day. When I stood though, clothes in hand, Rory’s body was pressed against my back.
“Damn, you have a temper,” he chuckled against my ear.
“Drop the clothes, Emy girl.” Powerless to him, especially now that he had an arm wrapped around me so a hand could cup one of my small breasts, and the other arm wrapped and placing his hands over my mound, his fingers dipping into my folds and flirting with my clit, I did as he said.
“I just don’t want you to regret anything,” he whispered in my ear as his fingers started to pluck and pull at my nipple. I let my head fall back to his shoulder as he did, the nerve endings in the sensitive peak having me close to crossing my eyes in pleasure.
He walked us closer to the wall, his hand still plucking at me while his other started a slow roll over my other bundle of nerves. I could feel how wet I was between my thighs; I needed his thickness in me.
“Brace your hands on the wall,” he issued into my ear.
I did as he demanded, loving that his body, his hands, never left my body.
His fingers continued their slow play over my clit but his hand left my breast to press against my stomach.
“Now, you have to stay quiet, Emy girl. We don’t want to wake up the house, do we? ”
I shook my head before resting my cheek on the back of one of my hands.
I kept myself pushed away from the wall enough that I didn’t feel the cold texture against my skin, which allowed me to tip my hips back toward Rory.
He removed his hand from my stomach and grabbed for my thigh, lifting my leg up.
I took my cue and folded my leg back and around his thigh.
As soon as I did, I was welcomed with Rory’s thick girth.
One strong, sure stroke and he was buried to the hilt.
I groaned quietly, squeezing my eyes shut at the intrusion.
I turned my head to rest my forehead against the wall now.
Rory’s lips were between my shoulder blades.
“God, I love you,” he murmured against my back before slowly pulling out.
He nearly pulled out all the way before slamming back into me, both of our groans filling the room in unison.
With my hands against the wall and his wrapped around me, our thrusts against one another were like a well-choreographed dance, as if he and I had been doing this for far longer than two nights.
His fingers pinched and rolled over my clit while his other hand found it’s home back against my breasts.
Rory knew damn well that my nipples were my ‘point,’ that with enough playing there, alone, I could fly through my orgasm.
Pairing that sweet nerve ending with the playing down below, adding it to the thickness inside me, and I was damn close to flying.
Rory pulled me up to stand straighter. I kept one arm out, steadying myself against the wall, and brought my other to the back of Rory’s head, my fingers threading in the long strands.
“So fucking beautiful,” he murmured against my shoulder, his hips flexing into me.
His arm was now bracketed under my chest, holding me upright.
Still though, his fingers played a lovely dance over my clit, rubbing in circles, lines…
Over my clit, around my clit, occasionally pulling the hood back and having direct access to the sensitive nub.
“God, Rory,” I groaned, tipping my hips away from his fingers. Rather than give in though, he simply pinched the nub between two fingers. Again, I groaned, shutting my eyes and flexing my fingers in his hair, no doubt pulling the strands.
“Fuck, Em.” His fingers pressed together, squeezing my clit harder, as his thrusts shortened and quickened. “Squeeze my cock, Emy girl. Come all over me, baby.”
I knew that if I squeezed against him, I would come apart in a matter of seconds.
But it was what I wanted.
So I did as he asked and with one quick push into my tightened pussy, the head of his cock hitting hidden nerve endings and his fingers squeezed over exposed ones, my body arched against his and my mouth dropped open on a silent moan.
“Fuck, Em.” His cock continued its push and pull. “Fucking A, Emy girl. That’s it. Milk my cock. Keep…Right there, Emy. Right…there!” He shouted his own release, surely waking up the house but I didn’t care.
His cock was buried to the hilt in me and I could feel as his hips jerked once, twice in response, and the hot spurts of his cum filling me. His mouth was to my shoulder and his breathing was as hard and labored as my own. I couldn’t help but smile.
“I love you so much,” he whispered into the silence.
I turned my head toward his, smiling when he lifted his mouth from my shoulder to my lips. “I love you too.”