Rory licked and sucked my clit.
I was losing my mind.
This was perfect.
“Come for me, Lace. I need you to come all over my fingers. Let me taste you. Then I can give you my dick. You love my dick. Come for me.” He reached up with his free hand and squeezed my nipple, hard. He massaged my breast, and I bucked harder.
Taking it as a sign, he nipped my clit before soothing it with his tongue.
“Jesus, Rory. Fuck. RORY!” Lights exploded behind my eyelids and I convulsed as I forced my body onto his hand, trying to milk his digits and extend the pleasure blasting through my body.
My pussy throbbed as the pulsing began to ease, but my body wasn’t done with Rory Thompson quite yet. The orgasm had been powerful, yet my body needed more.
Rory grinned and withdrew his fingers, lifting them to his mouth. I was almost embarrassed by how wet they were.
“That was amazing,” he said once he’d licked his fingers clean. “How are you feeling?”
I bit my lip. “Rory ...”
“I get it. I’ll go.”
“No.” I was still torn about what we were doing, but I wanted it to continue. I could go back to hating him in the morning. “Stay. Fuck me.”
“You sure?”
“Fucking hell, Rory, do you need an engraved invitation?”
He rolled his eyes as he leaned over, found his jeans and fished in his pocket for his wallet. He produced it and removed a condom while I slid myself up the bed until my head rested on the pillows. I licked my lips as he slid the latex down his large, hard cock.
He glanced up at me, then crawled onto the bed and between my legs. When he slammed his mouth onto mine, I was immediately overtaken with the kiss. Dragging my nails down his back, I gripped his backside, urging his hard length against me. His hands were under me—one guiding my head, the other angling my hips so we rubbed deliciously against each other, trying to get closer and closer.
I wanted to be melded to this man.
When he lifted his hips and took hold of his cock at last, I moaned my dissatisfaction at the loss of contact. He chuckled before driving into me in one swift movement.
I gasped. It had been a few months since I’d slept with anyone, and a long time since I’d had such a big cock in me.
Rory stilled, and I wriggled, getting used to his girth and length. His features were a mask of concern as he lifted his head and looked at me.
I smiled. “Are you just going to lie there? I thought the point of this was to move.”
I tugged his head down for another kiss as I began to rock my hips, and Rory got the message. He slid out of me almost to the tip, then slid back in, so slowly it was almost painful. The fucker was teasing me.
I pressed my lips to his throat. He’d always had a sensitive throat—I could get him to do anything by kissing him there.
“Faster, baby,” I whispered, peppering little kisses to the skin over his Adam’s apple.
“Witch!” he hissed, but he sped up.
I wrapped my legs around him and we were off. A race to climax. One he always let me win, because he was a gentleman.
I looked down between our bodies and could just see his wet shaft moving in and out of me. His chest rubbed against my nipples, increasing the tension pooling in my core.
Rory unwrapped my hands from his neck and raised them above my head. Widening his stance, he spread me wider for him and started to pump harder and faster. The friction was insane.
“Rory, that’s sooo good.”
“You feel amazing, Lace.”
“I love your cock.”
“I love your pussy. So wet, so warm. So tight. Like the first time.”
I clenched my muscles and loved the rumble that came from his chest. He narrowed his gaze at me, and I giggled. While we’d always had amazing chemistry, we’d also had fun even when we’d been so turned on. I clenched again and he gasped
“Yes, I meant to do that,” I said. “You love it. Don’t you?”
“Your pussy does seem to contain magic. Now let me show you my magic tricks.”
He held my wrists with one hand and moved the other to my pussy, circling my clit with his thumb.
“Rory! That’s too good.”
He rolled his hips as he kissed my neck. My clit throbbed. I was on the cusp.
He slammed his cock into me harder, his hand falling away from my clit as he used it to balance himself. I thrust to meet him. Once, twice. I needed this. I needed him. I’d missed it so much.
“I’m coming,” I cried as ecstasy flooded me. I pressed my head back in the pillow and moaned his name. He didn’t slow. He gave me no quarter.
“Fuck, fuck, baby.” His rhythm faltered as he let go of my wrists and pushed into me a few more times. I couldn’t count. I was aware of his cock moving in and out of me as I pulsed around him, but I was boneless and panting, watching him through half-closed lids.
“LACE! FUCK!”
The warmth of his cum filled the condom as he stilled above me, thrusting slowly in an out before he collapsed half on top of me, half on the bed.
I dragged air into my lungs, staring at the ceiling.
Shit, shit, shit.
I’d known what I was doing, but I’d forgotten it was this good with Rory—or maybe we were both better after six years apart.
I ran my fingers lightly up and down his spine. He groaned and pulled out of me, climbing off the bed and disposing of the condom in the bin nearby.
He crawled back onto the bed and pulled me into his arms. “Regrets?”
I peered up into his eyes. I shrugged. “I honestly don’t know. Can’t complain about the sex, though. It was great.”
“Just great?”
I shook my head. “You know it was amazing.”
“It was mind blowing.”
I wanted to preen. He must have been able to get any woman he wanted, and he must have had amazing sex all the time. Nevertheless, he still liked it with me—more than liked it.
He ran a finger between my breasts. I was covered in a sheen of sweat, and normally I would mind, but with Rory, I didn’t. We’d always been comfortable together. He used to come into the bathroom and pee while I was in the shower. Sometimes more. I’d yell at him and complain, but he’d just laugh.
He trailed his finger down my belly to my sex. When he dipped it into my folds, I opened for him and glanced down to see his cock was coming back to life. He leaned over and kissed me slowly and passionately. Our tongues met, and I knew this was not just for tonight. I was his again. I closed my eyes and surrendered to the kiss.
Rory must have felt my muscles relax. “Oh no, on your hands and knees, sweetheart. I’m taking you from behind. I love that cute arse of yours, especially your birthmark.”
“You’re very demanding, in your old age,” I said, moving into position and looking at him over my shoulder. I’d forgotten his obsession with my birthmark.
Thwack.
He grinned, and I wriggled my arse into the palm of his hand as he soothed it.
“You like that?” he asked.
Fuck, I liked everything with Rory. I always had.
“No,” I said, petulantly.
“Sorry, I won’t do it again.” He bent down and kissed my arse cheek. “I should have asked. I’m a dick.” He kissed my pussy before licking it.