Chapter 10 #3
“Possibly,” Rory conceded, “but not likely. I hope you’re not going to continue with these little white lies, babe,” he advised her as his middle finger separated her pouty lower lips.
Instantly he was bathed with hot liquid and he smiled in satisfaction.
“It won’t turn out well for you. Don’t assume that because I’m crazy about you I won’t hold you accountable. ”
“Crazy, being the key word?” she mumbled.
Rory laughed and pulled her down, easily positioning her on her back in the middle of the huge bed.
Looming over her, he lowered his lips and took her mouth.
There was no other way to describe it. Firmly his tongue danced across her tightly closed lips.
Sucking her lower lip into his mouth, he nipped gently until she opened and let him in.
Although the only part of him touching her was his determined mouth, Tess felt engulfed in heat. Slowly her arms came up and encircled his neck, tugging him closer. Her breasts seemed to swell of their own accord and her hips began a little dance.
Rory rested most of his weight on his forearms as he lowered himself onto her suddenly willing body.
Fully engorged, he kept from pressing his cock against her for the time being.
He didn’t want his enormous erection to break the spell he had begun to weave.
Gently nudging her legs apart, he slid between them and kissed the side of her mouth, reluctant to give up those luscious lips, but eager to travel to new territory.
Her breasts were ready and waiting for his attention and Rory latched onto one, sucking hard.
Tess moaned low in her throat, her hands diving into Rory’s thick hair and holding him to her.
When he was ready to move to the other tender morsel awaiting him, he nipped her sharply.
Tess squealed and loosened her painful hold on his hair.
“Babe, I don’t know how much longer I will be able to keep from going bald, but I’d like it to be nature that does it,” he quipped.
“Oh, sorry,” Tess murmured, softly stroking his hair back into place. As soon as his lips found her other nipple, Tess gripped the sheets in her fists. Moaning, she prayed to hang on to just a shred of reason as pleasure swirled through her. That prayer was not to be answered.
Rory released her nipple with a quick bite and she gasped when he began to kiss and nibble his way south.
Reaching her bare little pussy, Rory paused.
His broad shoulders kept her from being able to close her legs and hide from him.
Sliding his hands under her bottom, there was no way she could deny him.
Savoring the sweet smell of her arousal, he growled and kissed the area just above her clit.
“No, Rory, do not,” Tess pleaded in panic, her hands racing to stop him as she tried unsuccessfully to sit up. “I do not think I like this,” she whispered, totally embarrassed at the amount of fluid she could feel flooding from her. This could not be normal, she thought.
Rory’s first instinct was to ignore her pleas.
He’d yet to meet the woman who didn’t enjoy this type of play, but Tess’s panicked expression, as well as the tears leaking from her eyes convinced him otherwise.
Giving up his comfortable spot between her thighs, he crawled up to cradle her in his arms.
“Shh, what are you so afraid of?” he asked her quietly. “Did I do anything to hurt you?”
“No,” Tess whispered into his neck. “I just do not see why you want to do this to me? No one else has ever shown such interest. I am embarrassed to have you that close to such a private part of me. I know it is very wet and there must be odor .…”
Rory pulled her tighter to him and rocked her slightly in his arms. “Babe, wet is good,” he cooed.
“Wet is wonderful. It means you want me and your body is ready to receive mine. There is no odor. Just the sweet heavenly scent a woman makes for her man. It’s not something I want to do to you, I want to do it for you, and for me too.
Giving you pleasure makes me feel … well, more manly, I guess.
I want you to fly apart in my arms. I want to watch your eyes darken and cloud over when you cum.
Tess, I want you to scream my name. I’m sorry if I’ve rushed you baby, I’ll try to slow down, okay? Please don’t cry.”
Tess placed her hand on Rory’s cheek and nodded. Her heart was too full of emotion to speak. How had she found such a man? As strong as a bear, as gentle as an angel’s kiss. What a combination. She would never be able to let him go.
Rory eased Tess onto her back and began to kiss her.
Slowly but surely, he kissed and stroked the embers back into a flame.
His hand brushed across her abdomen and settled between her legs gathering moisture and lightly circling her clit.
When she was lifting her hips to capture each stroke, he moved his middle finger to her entrance and slid inside.
Instantly, Tess clamped tightly around him and he clenched his teeth to keep from roaring in triumph.
Rory himself was in agony. His cock had been so hard for so long he wondered if he’d ever be the same again. His determination bordered on madness, but he refused to give up and take her until he’d shown her the possibilities she had denied herself.
Sucking lazily on her nipple, he continued to drive Tess insane. He knew she was close to an orgasm, but he would not let her slip over. Softly he whispered encouragements in her ear, breathily soothing her fears, yet pushing her farther all the time. Finally, Tess began to plead.
“Rory, please, please,” she whimpered. “I need you. Please do something … I cannot stand it.”
“Do you want to cum now, babe?” he asked quietly, patiently.
“Oh God, yes,” she begged, grabbing the hand that was toying with her breast.
“Tess, I want you to listen to me. Give me your hands,” he instructed her, his voice never above a whisper.
Tess eagerly complied. She would do anything, anything he said as long as he would release her from this wanting agony.
Fire flowed through her veins. Her hips rose and fell as though she were a puppet and he the puppet master.
Tears leaked from the corners of her eyes.
The craving in her soul was overpowering.
Yes, yes anything he asked of her she would do.
Rory took her hands and guided them above her head. Folding her fingers around the slats in the headboard he instructed her again while his fingers in her pussy drove her closer and closer. He refused to settle into a rhythm she could hold on to and kept her dancing above the flames.
“Are you listening to me, honey?” At her frantic nod, he continued. “I want you to hold onto those slats and do not let go. Promise me.”
“I promise,” Tess sobbed. “Please, Rory, hurry.”