a finger into her channel, and she gasped, her sound swallowed by the kiss. As his tongue moved over hers, he mimicked the action with his finger plunging in and out. The tight coils twisted, and her hands clenched around his back, pulling him closer.
Suddenly, as though the coils sprung loose, her orgasm rushed over her, and her chest heaved as she panted her way through the release. He released the kiss, and her eyes stayed pinned on him as he slowly pulled his finger from her channel and lifted it to his mouth, sucking her juices.
Eyes wide, she was sure it was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. A smile curved his lips and spread across his face, and she knew she was wrong. Rory McBride, naked in her bed, holding her tight and smiling at her was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.
He shifted over her, resting his weight on his forearms pressed onto the mattress at either side of her head. He sprinkled kisses over her forehead and cheeks and nose before settling on her lips once again. Her legs fell open, cradling his hips. He drew his knees up and pushed himself to the side, snagging a condom and rolling it onto his erection. Shifting back into position, the tip of his cock now pressed against her entrance. With her knees wide, her arms holding onto his shoulders, and a smile on her face, she welcomed him into her body.
She closed her eyes for only a second but found she missed seeing his eyes. As he continued to rock, thrusting slow and easy, she held his gaze and met his smile with one of her own. Soon, her nails dug into his muscles, and her heels locked around his hips. The coil inside tightened again, and she watched as the corded muscles in his neck stood out, his movements now faster and deeper.
Unable to keep her eyes open any longer, she squeezed them shut as lights exploded behind the lids and another orgasm caused her inner muscles to clench around his cock. She worked to pull air into her lungs. She finally looked at him just as his teeth clenched and he groaned, pushing his hips as far as they would go, and she watched in fascination as his own release swept over him, pulsating into her.
His eyes opened, landing on her, and just as his face began to relax, he rolled to the side, his arms banding tightly around her until she was on top. Her hair created a curtain that fell around them. She wanted to kiss him but was afraid of stealing his breath. Giving him a chance to recover, she smiled. “Wow.”
He chuckled from deep inside his chest, and where she lay plastered on top of him, her whole body moved with his mirth, and she smiled even wider.
Having her lie on his chest with her silky, blonde hair falling all around made him want to stay. Hold her. Keep her in his arms. Make love again.
It did not escape his notice that the thoughts racing through his mind were foreign. He’d never experienced emotion with a woman other than giving and taking pleasure. But with Sandy, he didn’t want to leave her bed. As his cock slid from her body, he grimaced. Except for taking care of business. Rolling to the side, he settled her gently on the bed and mumbled, “Be right back.”
After a quick trip to the bathroom to get rid of the condom, he walked back into the bedroom to find that she’d slid underneath the covers. The multi-colored quilt barely covered her breasts and she looked tantalizing with her head resting on the pillows. She jerked the sheet down and patted the space next to her and he joined her willingly.
Cuddling was not part of his sexual repertoire. Nor was staying. Nor was sleeping with a woman. But wild horses couldn’t have dragged him from her bed. He deftly slid next to her, curling her into his arms again. They lay facing each other, and he pressed his lips against her forehead. Placing soft kisses over her eyelids and down her nose, he found her lips and it only took a few seconds for his cock to leap again. The fact that she was pressing her breasts against his chest and her hot core against his hips made all thoughts of rest fly out of his mind.