I turn her back toward me. I have to get a look.
And I can’t help a gasp.
I’ve seen a lot of naked women, so not much surprises me.
But Rory’s breasts? They’re more beautiful than I ever imagined. Large, but with only a minimal amount of sag. The perfect amount, actually. And her nipples… Dark reddish brown. Her skin is fair, so I assumed she’d have pink or light-brown nipples. But not Rory Pike. Her beauty is unique. Her areolas are the perfect size as well—like a half-dollar, wrinkled and puckered, squeezing her nipples outward.
For a second, I just stare.
No, I gawk. I gawk as if these are the first breasts I’ve ever seen in my life.
Like a freaking teenager with his tongue hanging out.
That’s what this woman does to me.
All my experience? It’s gone with the wind. I’m a schoolboy, untried, horny as hell, and itching to get my dick inside its first pussy.
“My God, you’re beautiful.”
“So are you.” She unbuckles her belt slowly, seductively. “You going to get undressed, Brock? Or do you want me to undress you?”
“I want it all. I want to get my clothes off quickly so I can get you on the bed. I also want to undress slowly. Better yet, I want you to undress me. I want to undress you. I want to do it all, Rory. I want to strip each other so quickly that our clothes turn to shreds. I want it all.”
“Well, this is the night.”
Damn. Is she insinuating that we’ll only have this one night? I’ll never have time to do everything I want to do to her. Fast, slow, fast, slow. Medium. Everything. I want to eat her, suck her, lick her until she’s screaming. I want to fuck her. Fuck her hard, fuck her fast. Then I want to fuck her slowly and gently. I want to turn her around and slide my tongue along the cheeks of her ass, eat her. Finger her ass, get it ready for my dick. I want to kiss her all over. I want to suck those nipples. I want to feel those beautiful lips around my cock.
I. Want. It. All.
Within seconds, all my clothes are in a pile on the floor.
Her brown eyes are wide.
“I guess I’m in a hurry,” I say.
“It appears you’re ready for anything.” She drops her gaze to my massive cock.
“See anything you like?”
“You’re huge,” she says. “Huge and magnificent.”
I try not to let it go to my head as she continues to stare.
But this woman’s gaze on my hard cock has me ready to explode.
“My God, it’s been a long time since I’ve had a cock in my mouth,” she says.
“No.”
She lifts her eyebrows. “No?”
“Rory, if you suck me right now, I will totally explode down your throat.”
“That’s okay. I like to swallow.”
Man, she’s killing me! “Damn, you’re hot. No. I mean, if you do that, it’ll be over too soon. If I’m going to explode tonight, I’m going to explode inside that hot little cunt of yours.”
A groan. It comes from her. She likes that idea. She likes it a lot.
“My God, every part of you is perfect.” I cup her breasts again. Thumb her nipples.
She sighs softly. “Feels good.”
“I need to be inside you, Rory. I promise, we’ll do this again, and I’ll do it right. But right now—”
“Do it,” she says through gritted teeth. “Please. My God, please.”
My body takes over then, and I lift her in my arms once more, this time flesh to flesh, set her down on the bed, hover over her, let my cock dangle between her legs.
“Fuck,” I grit out.
“Now. Please, Brock. Please. I need you.”
I thrust inside her.
My God. Sweet perfection. She’s so tight, she squeezes my cock just right. And—
I pull out quickly.
She gasps. “Is something wrong?”
“God, no. That was the hardest thing I’ve ever done.”
“Then why did you do it?”
“Condom. Fucking condom.”
“Oh.” Her voice is sad.
“You okay?”
“I hate condoms.”
“So do I, sweetheart, but—”
She opens her mouth about to say something but then closes it.
“What is it, Rory?”
“Nothing. I have to be honest with you. I’m clean. I get tested every time I get into and out of any relationship. But…”
“But…you’re not on the pill.”
“No, I’m not.”
“Shit.”
She wants a kid. She wants my kid. I’m so damned tempted.
But—
I walk to my dresser, open the top drawer, retrieve a condom, and quickly cover myself.
It’s not going to feel nearly as good as it just did seconds ago, but it will still be amazing.
I’m still hard as a rock for her, still can’t wait to get inside her.
She spreads her legs for me, and I drop my gaze to the treasures between them.
She’s dazzling. Every part of her, even her pussy. It’s perfectly plump and pink. So wet and glistening.
I want to taste it. I want to eat her and eat her and eat her.
But my cock. It needs to be inside her.
And damn, we’re going to need to do something about this condom situation. But not tonight.
I crawl on top of her once more, and then I plunge inside her heat.
She seats me so heavenly. Even with the condom, I’m more sensitive than I’ve ever been. I could stay embedded in her forever.
I feel like I’ve come home.
Chapter Thirty-One
Rory
I remember a time when I was a kid. It was a particularly harsh winter in Colorado, and I was out sledding with Jesse and his friends. Callie was too little to go, and Maddie was just a baby. Jesse didn’t want to take me along, but I pleaded with him until Mom made him.
I lost my gloves midway through our afternoon, and by the time we got home, I was a popsicle.
So cold that I couldn’t stop my teeth from chattering.
Mom yelled at Jesse for not taking better care of me, and then she took off my wet clothes, put flannel pajamas on me, wrapped me in a sheepskin blanket, and then moved a rocking chair right by the fireplace and held me on her lap.
Once my teeth stopped chattering and warmth spread throughout me, I felt totally comforted.
Totally home.
Until now, that’s the best feeling I can ever remember having.
To compare it to having Brock Steel’s cock inside me seems ridiculous. I was a kid getting comforted by her mother. Becoming warm after a fun but freezing day in the snow with my brother.
But damn…
Sure, this is completely different. It’s sexual in nature, not nurturing.
But my God, the comfort.
The comfort that goes along with Brock inside me.
This is something I’ve never experienced before—not with a man or woman.
Maybe it’s because I’ve been thinking about having a baby. I’ve been thinking about nurturing my own offspring the way my mother nurtured me.
Or maybe it’s because of a million other different things.
But I can’t help but wonder…
Is it because this is Brock Steel? Is he the person I’m supposed to be with?