Neve (Silver Skates #3) - Helen Scott Page 0,22

kisses all the way up my thighs until my legs were quivering from his gentle touch. When the tips of his fingers spread me open even farther, I had to lay back against the counter, my body unwilling to support me anymore, or at least it wouldn’t be willing in a moment.

One long finger slid into me, and I moaned, needing more, and when a second joined it, I rocked my hips against his hand. His thumb circled my clit, making my whole body jerk in response, and when his tongue replaced it, I couldn’t stop myself from reaching between my legs and tangling my fingers in his hair, holding him close to me as he began to lick and suck and coax my body to a powerful orgasm. When the first rush of pleasure took me, Rory thrust his tongue into me and lapped at my pulsing inner muscles in a way that made the first orgasm only start building to a second.

“Rory, I need you,” I panted out.

“Are you sure? We don’t have to rush,” he replied, though his voice sounded strained.

I pushed up onto my elbows so I could look down the length of my body to where he was still nestled between my thighs. “I want your cock inside me, Rory. I don’t think I can be much clearer.”

“As my lady commands,” he said with a sloppy grin.

I wasn’t sure that I’d ever been eaten out with the same degree of enthusiasm that Rory had just shown, or that I’d ever had an orgasm from that alone. Silver Springs was a brand-new world for me in more ways than I ever expected.

Just as I looked up, Rory was pushing his boxers down, revealing the long, thick length of his cock. I mentally did a happy dance. He looked like the perfect size, and my stomach twisted in anticipation of having him inside me.

When he lined the mushroom head of his cock up with my entrance, we both watched as he slowly slid into me in one long, torturously slow stroke. After a certain point, I collapsed back against the counter and my eyes drifted shut with pleasure while he kept pushing in, filling me to capacity. Sounds that I wasn’t sure I’d ever made before left my lips as he pulled back out just as slowly before thrusting into me again, but this time, it was fast and hard, his hips slapping against my own and my whole body shifting slightly from the force of it.

Rory grabbed my thighs and shifted me forward on the countertop so my ass was almost hanging off as he began to fuck me like a wild animal. I love every damn second of it. Soon, my fingers were desperately trying to grip something to hold on as he drilled his hips into me over and over again.

For a moment, he released my legs and slipped his hands behind my back, pulling me up off the counter so he could suck on my nipples one after the other through the fabric of my bra, which somehow only enhanced the sensation. After a few moments of that, he picked me up entirely and carried me through to the bedroom.

I’d forgotten that I’d left it in such a mess, but neither of us cared at that moment. Rory just swept a hand over the bed, pushing my clothes to the side so he could clear a spot for us, while I hung onto him like a spider monkey. When it was clear, I flopped down onto the bed.

“Flip over,” Rory demanded, his voice a rough growl.

I did as he asked. He spread my knees wide and pulled me to the edge of the bed, where he stood behind me. Without waiting or asking, he thrust into me, making me call out his name as though it was a prayer, even though I wasn’t sure what it was I was praying for. His hands wrapped around my skirt, using it almost like a handle as he began to fuck me in earnest. The slapping of skin against skin seemed to reverberate off the walls and become the only thing I could hear other than our ragged breaths.

“Touch yourself,” Rory commanded, his voice breaking through the haze in my head.

I slid one hand between us and began circling my clit, the force of his thrusts making the pressure of my touch change and heightening the sensation until my release surprised both of us. The force