Chapter fifty
Rory
Admitting my feelings for Freya has opened something in me that I didn’t even realise I’d been holding back all these years.
Something deep and urgent that now refuses to stay quiet.
Because now that it’s out in the open, now that I’ve said the words out loud and she’s said them back, all I can think about is her.
Every part of her. Every inch. Like some part of me has been waiting years to finally stop pretending this wasn’t inevitable.
Kissing her now feels almost desperate. Like I can’t quite get enough of her no matter how close she is.
My hands slide around her waist, pulling her closer, and she melts into me instantly like she belongs there.
“Fuck, Frey,” I murmur against her mouth. “You’re so fucking beautiful.”
She laughs softly against my lips, slightly breathless.
“Rory, you are literally a Greek god,” she says, running her hands up into my hair. “A genuinely unfair specimen of a man. I can’t believe I’ve slept with you.”
I grin, brushing my mouth along her jaw. “You’re about to do a whole lot more than that.”
She swallows, blinking up at me with that mix of nerves and excitement that makes my dick twitch even more than it already is.
I unbutton her jeans and lift her easily onto the kitchen counter, her jeans falling to the ground as I lift her.
She whimpers softly as her legs come around my waist, the movement bringing her flush against me.
Her eyes flick down to the bulge in my jeans for half a second. Then back up.
“You want that?” I ask quietly.
She nods once, a small breath escaping her. “Uh huh.”
I brush my thumb gently along her bottom lip. “You’re going to have to be patient, Frey,” I murmur, my voice rougher than I intend. “Because I want to take my time with you. I want to taste every…”
Kiss
“Single.”
Kiss.
“Inch.”
Kiss.
“Of you.”
Kiss.
Her hands tighten slightly in my hair as she lets out a shaky breath.
“And I’ve wanted this for a long time.”
Her fingers slide down the back of my neck, pulling me closer, her body arching against me in that instinctive way that makes my dick throb.
“Rory,” she whispers.
“Yeah?”
Her forehead presses briefly against mine. “Stop talking.”
I smile against her mouth. “Good plan.”
And then I kiss her again, deeper this time, my hands sliding around her waist as the space between us disappears completely.
I lean down and pull her underwear to one side. "Let's see how much you really want me." I growl, deeply.
I slide my middle finger from the bottom of her slit right to the top and circle her clit with her own anticipation. "Fuck Frey, you're so wet for me."
"Mmhhmm" she moans, arching her back.
I slide two fingers inside of her and use my thumb to circle her needy clit. Knowing that I have made her this wet is driving me absolutely crazy. "Let me clear that up for you." I murmur, my voice filled with need.
I part her legs more and lick up the slight puddle that has formed below where she is sat. I then move my tongue to her, tasting her sweetness entirely, cleaning up every last drop of her arousal. "You taste so fucking good. I knew you would".
“Fuck, Rory.” She moans, her head tipping back and her hand getting lost in my hair. She’s fisting my hair and rolling her hips against my face.
“That’s it, fuck my face. You’re so desperate for me aren’t you?”
“Yes” She whimpers. “Please Rory. Please stop talking and let me come.”
“Oh trust me, I’m gunna make you come. But you’ve gotta be patient. I want to take my time tasting this perfect pussy.”
My cock is throbbing so hard inside my jeans.
I have no idea how I haven’t already blown with my head deep between Freya’s legs.
If I died right now, I would die a happy man buried deep in here.
I have waited so long for this that I can’t believe it’s actually happening.
I am so fucking lucky. I can feel Freya’s hips rolling more frantically and her moans getting louder and more breathless.
I slide two fingers inside her as I take her clit into my mouth and suck it.
“This pussy is mine Frey. You know that don’t you?
She moans. I stop my fingers from moving and move away from her clit. Her head tilts forward and she lets out a frustrated groan.
“Tell me this pussy is mine and I’ll let you come.”
“It’s all yours Rory. All of me. Everything. It’s yours. I’m yours.”
Fuck. Those words set me on fire and I do my best not to blow my load in my underwear.
“Fuck… Rory… Yes… I’m going to…”
“I know baby. Come in my mouth.”
And with that, her thighs tighten around my head, her hands pull my hair even more and her pussy clenches around my fingers.
“That’s it baby. You’re so fucking pretty when you come.”
As she comes down, I slow my fingers and take them up to her lips. “Suck.” I command.
She gives me a dark, mischievous look as she sticks out her tongue and flicks it on the end of my fingers before taking the entire length of them into her mouth and hollowing out her cheeks as she pulls back. Holy shit. This woman.
“You’re really bossy, you know that?” She says while hopping off the side.
“Being bossy gets me what I want.”
“Oh yeah, and what is it that you want, Mr Bennett?”
“You Frey. I want to do life with you.”
She reaches up and puts her arms around my shoulders. Fuck she fits here perfectly.
“I want that too Rory. But I meant now. What do you want from me right now?” She looks up at me, her icy blue eyes dark with need. This woman might just be the death of me.
“I want to ruin you for any other man. I want to make you come so many times that you can’t remember your own name. I want to make up for all the years of not having you and your amazing body.” She swallows and I know I’ve played her at her own game.