Chapter 11
Chapter Eleven
Rory closed his eyes and let Tess sleep.
Holding her like this, with his cock still impaling her and her soft breasts against his chest, was about as near to heaven as he could get.
Her legs were on the outside of his hips, her little ass elevated.
He could feel each breath she took. Every now and then she would give a wiggle as she settled in and it was all he could do not to grab her hips and begin thrusting.
Knowing he needed to remove the condom, he finally sighed and moved her gently off his body.
A pitiful whimper was her only complaint as she settled on her back next to him, her legs splayed open invitingly.
Forcing himself to walk away, he went to the bathroom, disposed of the condom and washed his still hard cock.
Wetting a cloth with warm water, Rory returned to the bedroom.
He almost caved and let her sleep, but the sight of her beautiful pussy so nicely on display killed that idea.
Opening his nightstand, he removed several items and placed them within easy reach.
When he was satisfied, he lay down beside Tess and began to gently clean her.
Wiping her thighs first, he moved upward until his hand was firmly cupping her pussy, stroking each and every fold and crevasse with the cloth.
Tess opened her eyes, studying Rory as he performed this intimate act.
Reaching out her hand she touched the side of his face until he turned to look at her.
Tess’s surprised expression told him that she was not used to being cared for, but that would change as long as he had anything to say about it.
As his woman, she was entitled to his devotion.
Washing his essence from her sticky thighs didn’t begin to touch on the things he would do to ensure her well-being.
Rory fully intended to provide for Tess in all things, physically, financially, and emotionally.
Guidance and discipline would be a part of that, along with security and marathon sex was up there on his list too, he thought with a grin.
Setting the cloth aside, Rory lay down beside Tess and gathered her into his arms. Touching Tess was fast becoming his favorite activity and he shamelessly took advantage of her sleepy compliance.
His hands traveled down her back and massaged the creamy skin of her bottom.
It wouldn’t always be so soft and cool. He was sure there would be plenty of times it would be hot and punished, but for now he enjoyed the supple curves just as they were.
Kissing her mouth, his tongue swept in, plunging into her warmth before moving to that spot just below her ear, biting gently.
Tess sighed and arched her back, unconsciously pushing her bottom into his hands. Her breasts were crushed to his strong chest, one hand pinned under him, the other around his thick neck, her fingers sliding into his hair.
“Babe, do you trust me?” Rory murmured as his hot breath fanned across her shoulder. His huge hands pulled her lower body impossibly tight to him. His cock was fully erect and scorching her belly.
Tess stilled, while she considered his question.
Her flushed cheek was pressed against his chest, his strong heart beating beneath her ear.
Did she trust him? She guessed being stark naked in his bed was an indicator of trust. She had shaved off every hair on her pussy in what she could barely admit to herself, was an effort to please him.
She had let him do something to her that she had previously considered unlikely and embarrassing—well she had not actually let him, but she sure as hell enjoyed it.
Other than spanking her, he had never hurt her, only given her pleasure.
Rory waited, breathing in her fragrance, cupping her bottom firmly to hold her in place.
In reality, it was a moot point. If she didn’t, she would learn to, but if he had already gained her trust, his plans for the rest of the night might go much smoother.
Either way, she wasn’t getting out of his bed until morning, and maybe not even then.
Tess whispered, “Yes”, and hid her face in his neck, hoping she meant it.
“Good girl,” Rory answered. Approval was clearly present in his tone and he gave her bottom a little pat and released her. Moving up the bed, he sat with his back against the headboard, his legs outstretched before him. “Come here, babe,” he ordered, patting his lap. “Lay across my lap.”
Tess eyed him suspiciously. On her knees beside him, her hands closed into tight little fists, she remained where she was.
“Why?”
“Because I told you to,” he stated firmly, a grin quickly suppressed. He should have known it wouldn’t be that easy.
“I did not say you could spank me,” Tess insisted, her fists on her hips now.
“I didn’t ask,” he replied just as his long arm snagged her wrist and propelled her over his lap.
Tess wiggled to get away but with his iron grip across the back of her waist, she could not move more than a few inches.
“Rory, this is so unfair,” she grunted, blowing her hair out of her eyes. “You told me that punishment would not be part of making love.” Tess put both of her hands behind her, trying to protect her vulnerable bottom cheeks.
“This is not punishment. Believe me, babe, you’ve got one coming, but this is not it. You will be able to tell the difference. Now, get your hands out of the way and be good, before I have to tie them. You just told me you trusted me,” he scolded, shaking his head.
“I do trust you, but I do not trust you not to spank me,” was the best Tess could come up with in this position. “Please, let me up,” she squealed as his hand gave her a quick and relatively painless smack.
“Move your hands, honey, last chance,” Rory calmly informed her, reaching for one of the neckties he’d left hanging on the headboard.
He turned the bedside lamp on its lowest setting for two reasons.
One, he wanted to be able to really see her face, and two, he would need to judge the impact of his swats on her delicate behind.
Tess looked over her shoulder and took in his expression.
There was no doubt he would do as he said.
The blue tie hanging from his hand dangled in front of her like a snake ready to strike.
Reluctantly, she pulled her arms back and stuck her fists under her chin in the classic example of a pouting child.
Under her breath, she started a litany of complaints in her native language.
Rory grinned. “I took three years of Spanish in high school, Tess. I’m far from fluent, but I think I can tell a four-letter curse word when I hear it, so watch yourself.
” Picking up a bottle of lotion, he squeezed a good amount into his hand and plopped it on her bottom, receiving a high-pitched squeak as his reward.
In this position, he had access to Tess from her shoulders to her feet, and he began to methodically massage and caress every inch of her.
The tense shoulders relaxed under his skilled hands and her bitching turned into quiet moans of appreciation.
Every few minutes he would give her pretty bottom several light slaps before returning to his gentle ministrations.
At first, Tess yelled every time his strong hand made crisp contact with her ass, but as time went on she came to see these as penance for the wonderful massage.
Her thighs and calves became buttery in his hands and when he bent her legs and rubbed her feet she whimpered in pleasure.
Always, he returned to her bottom, slapping and rubbing until she wasn’t sure which felt more exquisite.
Her head began to bob on her fists as she melted over his lap until he ordered her to put her head on a fluffy pillow and stop being so stubborn.
Tess conceded that this was a great idea and promptly obeyed.
Her moans and sighs became rhythmic as he turned her bottom from golden honey to rosy pink.
Testing frequently for heat, Rory determined that she was indeed warming up nicely and dipped his fingers between her thighs, smiling at the moisture that bathed his finger.
Starting at her clit, he began to drag his thick digit backwards ending each stroke just above her anus.
Rubbing, slapping and stroking Rory controlled her response like a conductor.
Her hips rose every time he dipped between her legs.
Muscles quivered in his hands like jelly and her beautiful pink bottom rose into his hand each time she felt a spank coming on.
Rory’s cock was rewarded with gentle pressure each time she sank back onto his lap.
Sandwiched between her lower abdomen and his thighs, it took a supreme amount of effort not to hump against her.
Honey dripped freely from her shaven pussy.
Despite her wiggles and whimpers, he never once thrust his finger into her, always by-passing her opening to stroke over her bottom hole.
As she got more relaxed, he stopped each stroke at her tiny rosebud, giving it several firm taps.
Tess was beside herself. On one hand, she felt like a Popsicle left too long in the sun and on the other, she wanted to growl and take his massive cock into her pussy in one thrust. It had to be some kind of sin to feel this way.
Surely, so much pleasure would be her undoing.
She had never been able to understand how some women could be so free with their bodies.
Some of her friends in school slept with many boys, bragging about the prowess of this one or that one.