Chapter forty-three
Freya
Rory let’s out a low growl then kisses me so deeply that it takes my breath away.
His tongue swipes deliciously against mine as one hand is gripping my hair tightly, sending fire through my body.
His other hand roams me freely, down my breasts, around my waist and then to the button of my jeans.
He undoes them and slides his hand below them and below my lacey underwear.
I want this man. I need him, right this second and God damn it, as soon as he feels how wet I am, he’s going to know that too.
He slides just his middle finger down through the centre of me and instantly makes a low growl.
“Frey, I’ve barely touched you and you’re dripping wet.” He says, low and deep.
“Well, this is really fucking hot, what do you expect?” I reply, barely in a whisper as I try so desperately not to come already.
He uses two fingers to slide my arousal in circles over my throbbing clit as I arch against him, moaning into his mouth. He uses the tip of his tongue to flick my nipple which sends another wave of electricity straight through me, threatening to push me over the edge.
“Frey, you’ve already made me come once, it’s time we made it even, be a good girl and come for me.”.
Fuck. Those words alone in his sexy, gruff voice threaten to send me toppling.
“Rory…yes.” I moan, as a wave of pleasure takes over me and I tumble over the edge. My back arches and my body shudders as he continues circling my clit and flicking his tongue on my pebbled nipple.
“That’s it, that’s my good girl. So much come for me.”
He kisses me deeply and passionately before leaving his forehead on mine.
“Fuck, you have no idea how much I want you right now.”
And I can’t tell if this is his way of testing the waters, checking that this really is something I want, that I’m ready to take that final step with him.
God, I have never wanted anything more.
I glance down for a second at the situation we’ve somehow ended up in, and my brain briefly stops functioning altogether.
Rory’s bare, sculpted torso is pressed against mine, warm and solid, a faint sheen of sweat catching the firelight.
One arm is braced on one side of me as he holds himself up, his bicep flexing with the effort.
The other arm is laid across my abdomen, equally flexed after working my desperate clit.
The muscles in his forearms are shifting every time he moves and the shadows from the fire make his chiselled veins look more pronounced.
It is, quite frankly, a lot to process. Rory is a very fine specimen of a man.
And he is, apparently, about to sleep with me.
“Rory, I asked you to fuck me. I even said please. Don’t make me beg.” I say, teasing.
A dark look comes over him as he pushes himself up slightly to look me square in the face.
“Freya. I want you to beg me to fuck you.” He smirks, his hungry eyes boring into my soul.
I stare at him, about to laugh, but he’s dead serious and fuck, why does this turn me on so much? “Rory, please fuck me. I want you.” I say in my best pleading voice.
“Tell me how much”.
“So much. If you don’t fuck me right now, I might die.”
And with that, in a split second, he grabs the back of my thighs, pulls me down the sofa and removes my jeans and underwear in the same movement.
This man!
“Wait,” Rory says suddenly, his voice rough as he pauses just long enough to look at me properly. “We need protection.”
“It’s okay,” I reply softly. “I’m on birth control… and I’m clean.”
He holds my gaze for a moment before nodding. “Me too.”
And I know he is. More than that, I trust him. Completely.
He kneels between my legs and uses his thigh to push them wider.
“Holy shit Frey. You are literally perfect.” He says while scanning my whole body.
Since becoming a mum, I’ve been self-conscious about my body in ways I never used to be.
Mostly my stomach, which has never quite gone back to the way it was before, but also the parts of me that brought Theo into the world.
The parts that changed in ways no one really warns you about.
And, inconveniently, that is exactly the part of me Rory is looking at right now.
For a moment the old insecurity flares up, that instinct to shift or cover myself somehow, like I should apologise for the evidence that my body has birthed a child.
But the way he’s looking at me stops the thought before it gets very far.
There’s no hesitation in his expression.
No awkwardness. No flicker of doubt. Just a quiet sort of awe that makes something warm and steady settle in me.
And suddenly it’s very clear that I had absolutely no reason to be self-conscious at all.
He leans forward, taking his solid cock in his hand, and sliding it up and down my soaking pussy. I arch against him and wrap my legs around his waist, desperately trying to pull him into me.
“You’re so desperate for me aren’t you.” He growls.
“Yes” I say, half moan, half whisper.
He kisses me slow, and steady while his thumb and forefinger pluck and my nipple. Every nerve ending in my body is alive right now.
“You ready Frey?” he asks, and once again I’m sure he’s checking that this is really what I want. He watches me intently as I bite my lower lip before taking a deep breath.
“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.”
He growls in response before pushing himself all the way inside me, bottoming out whilst swallowing my loud moan with the deepest kiss.