Chapter 10 #2
Tess dallied in the bathroom, stalling as long as she could.
She heard Rory in the bedroom humming. Humming!
Here she was, a nervous wreck, and he was humming.
Talk about annoying. Reaching into her bag, Tess took out her favorite lotion and began smoothing it on her skin.
In the shower, Tess used an exfoliating gel wanting her skin to be baby soft.
After shaving her legs and underarms, she impulsively and carefully shaved her entire pubic area.
Now, standing in front of the big mirror in Rory’s bathroom, she never felt more naked and exposed.
Quickly she pulled on her oversized nightshirt, tugging it as low on her thighs as possible.
After brushing her teeth, she stood there staring at her reflection, chewing on her fingernail and taking deep breaths.
Every little movement reminded Tess of her bare pussy and the sensitivity was incredible.
Why had she done such a thing? He would see every little quiver, each drop of moisture.
There would be no way she could hide her response from him.
Even now warmth flooded her body and she could feel the dampness on her thighs.
Tess dropped her head into her hands and groaned when Rory tapped on the door.
“Come on, babe,” Rory called out, his voice deep and insistent. “I don’t want to drag you out of there, but I will.”
Walking to the door, Tess leaned against it, her cheek pressed to the wood. There was no way out of here except for the door. No escape would be possible. Stiffening her spine, Tess switched off the light and eased open the door.
The candlelight surprised her, as did the soft music coming from another part of the house.
Rory wore sleep pants that rode low on his hips.
His massive chest was bare, his dark hair slicked back and still damp from his shower.
Rory’s eyes were hungry, his stance deceiving.
She knew from experience that although he stood calmly by the bed, she would never get by him.
Despite his size, he had excellent reflexes and it would be ridiculously easy for him to catch her.
Trembling, she took a step closer, watching him warily, wondering if her desire would override her fear. In the end it didn’t matter anyway.
Rory watched her inch her way into the room.
He could smell the light floral scent she favored.
His chest clenched in pain at the panicked look on her face.
She was making this much harder than it had to be, he decided, and in two long strides he had her in his arms, ignoring her squeak of surprise.
Sitting on the bed, he settled her on his lap, holding her close and rubbing her back.
Tess sighed and rested her head on Rory’s shoulder. His warmth seeped into her and the tremors abated as she snuggled closer.
“God, you smell good, babe,” he whispered into her hair.
“Tess, listen to me. I want tonight to be special for both of us and because of that, I need to know how much experience you actually have? I would never hurt you, but I don’t want to scare you to death either. How many lovers have you had, Tess?”
Tess shifted uncomfortably on his lap. Rory supported her with one arm and used the other to gently stroke her arm soothingly.
After several minutes he moved his hand to her legs, sliding up and down the silky limbs, marveling at their softness.
When she didn’t answer after several minutes, Rory slid his hand all the way up her thigh and settled it there as Tess squirmed to put a little space between them.
“Well?” he insisted, his fingers beginning to drum against her thigh in frustration.
“Hush,” she told him stubbornly, “I am counting.”
Rory snorted, scooped her into his arms and tossed her on the bed.
“Very funny,” he told her as he stretched out beside her, his long leg thrown over both of hers keeping her pinned in place.
“Look babe, I don’t care if you’ve had one hundred lovers before me.
I plan on being the last anyway. I do, however, get the feeling that they may not have been very …
imaginative. I doubt you’ve been spanked before and judging by your reaction to me the morning after the wedding, it seems pretty clear you have not been involved in any type of dominant/submissive relationships.
“Have you had anal sex? Have you tried bondage? Do you like oral?”
“Jesus, Rory,” Tess stammered, as she brought both of her hands up over her ears and blushed fiercely. “Must you be so crude?”
“Apparently, if I am to get any helpful information out of you, my love,” he smiled at her discomfort and nipped her shoulder.
“Look, we have all night,” he told her rubbing her abdomen in small circles while she quivered under his touch.
“I can spend hours teasing and prying every little thing out of you, or you can be a big girl and just answer the questions.”
“Okay,” she hissed back. “No, no, no, no and sort of,” she answered, each of his questions permanently etched into her mind by a white-hot flame.
“What does ‘sort of’ mean?” he inquired as he slowly pushed her nightshirt higher with each rub.
“It means that I do not mind giving you oral sex,” Tess sighed, avoiding his eyes.
“I asked you if you liked oral sex, not if you enjoyed giving it.”
“I am not sure,” Tess replied trying to wiggle away to no avail. “I do not know,” she finally admitted.
Rory grinned evilly. “Oh, babe,” he sighed in delight.
“You’re gonna be fun.” Sliding his hand higher he gently cupped her breast, feeling her nipple rise to the occasion.
Moving to her other breast he repeated the caress, adding a plucking motion to the tight bud once it had sprung forth.
“Do you have a dildo?” he questioned, never taking his eyes off her expressive face.
“Wha …What?” she asked breathlessly as she arched her back seeking firmer contact with his hand.
“Do you have a dildo,” he drawled, “or a vibrator? It’s a pretty common item, babe.”
“I … yes,” she moaned as his lips claimed one nipple firmly while his hand continued to pluck and worry the other. “Vibrator,” Tess panted.
“Go and get it,” he ordered, gently removing his lips from her breast. Rory resumed kissing and sucking across her collarbone until he reached her neck.
“No.”
Raising his head Rory pinned her with his eyes. “Go and get your vibrator, Tess.”
Tess shook her head. It was embarrassing enough to admit she had one, but she damn well was not going to show it to him.
Pulling her onto her side, Rory gathered her close, his hand rubbing her back soothingly before firmly grasping her bottom. Tess hid her face against his chest, struggling to hold firm to her refusal.
“The way I see it you have a couple of options here, sweetheart. You can get out of this bed and go do as I asked, or I can warm your pretty little bottom for you. You will still get out of bed and get your vibrator, but you will be doing it with a hot, red ass. Now, you choose, babe.”
Tess shoved hard against his shoulder and scrambled from the bed. Stomping to the bathroom she flipped on the light and dug through her bag until she found her toy and stomped back to the bed.
“Here,” she snapped, slapping the distasteful item into Rory’s outstretched hand. She crossed her arms over her chest, her foot tapping silently against the carpet,
“Thank you,” he told her smiling. Rory inspected the small inexpensive toy.
Pink hard plastic, it was about five inches long and maybe an inch around.
Not very impressive as vibrators went; it had two speeds, slow and slower.
After he’d sent her to get it, he had a nightmare vision of Tess returning with a massive tool.
Some he’d seen would intimidate even the most well-endowed man. Thankfully, this was not one of them.
Tess continued to glare at him, her ardor cooling fast. How dare he embarrass her in this way?
“Pretty small, isn’t it?” Rory observed tongue in cheek.
“It does the job,” Tess shot back sarcastically.
“Not anymore,” he calmly told her as he pitched the toy across the room. They both heard it crack when it hit the wall. Quickly taking advantage of her surprise, Rory snagged her hand and pulled her next to the bed.
“Take it off,” he ordered, indicating her nightshirt.
With Rory sitting on the bed directly in front of her, Tess did not think she had many options. Lifting the shirt with trembling hands she raised it over her head and dropped it to the floor.
Seeing Tess naked for the first time, sent a jolt through Rory that had him hissing through his teeth.
Lord, she was beautiful. Perfectly formed, her honey gold skin glistened in the candlelight.
Rory’s gaze traveled slowly from the top of her shining hair, taking in every detail.
Her breasts were full, the raspberry nipples puckered and hard.
A trim waist flared into nicely rounded hips.
At last his eyes settled on her smooth mound and his eyebrow rose in surprise.
After a moment, he continued on, taking in her lush thighs, well-formed calves and dainty feet.
Tess stood still, almost frozen in place. Never had anyone looked at her in this way. A blush spread from her chest to her cheeks as she fought for control. Just when she thought she would be okay, a gasp rushed past her lips when Rory firmly cupped her womanhood in his huge hand.
“Did you do this for me?” he asked, looking into her eyes, surprise evident in his voice.
“No, it is the way I prefer it,” Tess insisted, turning her gaze away. Why did he have to be so nosey?
“Funny, I don’t remember you being bare the last time I touched you,” he stated confidently.
“Maybe it’s because the last time you just dove into it. You seemed to be in quite a hurry,” she huffed.