lap, her legs coming together and rising in front of him so he could kiss the backs of her knees before he spread her legs on either side of him again. He dropped the panties to the side and discovered her wetness up close and personal.
As he slid his tongue inside her, she didn’t climax, but she did come apart, in all the right ways. A harsh, surprised noise came from her, a ripple that made her body undulate in his grip. He saw her eyes flash toward him, and she was clawing the covers.
They’d never done this to her. He’d bet his life on it. Because this was all about her pleasure.
“Rory…” made it past her lips, once, twice, and then she was moaning his name over and over as he took her up, closer to that pinnacle, but not quite there.
He’d pushed the towel off his lap when he brought her to the edge, and now he shifted his grip to her waist, let her hips ease down to his thighs. The opened shirt got left behind, falling off her shoulders and onto the edge of the mattress, so he held a fully naked woman in his hands.
She was already reaching for him with eagerness. He’d intended to get her lost in that desire she’d tasted earlier in the night. She now had the tentative confidence to grip it in both hands, and he wouldn’t give her any breaks in those waves of pleasure to doubt herself, introduce all the worries about what her responses could and couldn’t be.
Everything she saw and felt from him would confirm what he’d told her—nothing her body or mind or heart wanted was wrong. Not with him.
Unconditional acceptance. He’d never understood what that meant. Now he did. He knew her heart as well as his own in this moment.
He’d tucked the ring into a side pocket of his pack. After sheathing himself in the condom, he removed the ring from the lubricated pouch to slide it onto himself, all the way to the base. She watched, and he saw her fingers twitch with the desire to touch him. They were on the same damn page on that. He guided her hands down between them, her thighs straddling him. “Touch me,” he murmured. “Stroke me in a way that tells me how much you want me inside.”
He dipped his head to watch her hands close over him, explore, stroke in a jerky way that told him her desire was continuing to affect her coordination. Savage satisfaction speared through him.
He lifted her under the arms, let her feel that his strength was supporting her. “Put me inside you,” he said, because he wasn’t letting her go.
She bit her lip and he watched her fit the head of his cock into the mouth of her sex. As he slowly lowered her weight, she picked up on what was needed, her fingers sliding along him, helping to guide him deeper until he knew he was in position. He brought her all the way down to the hilt, so she was sitting snug on his lap. Her lips had parted, eyes glazing even more as she internalized the sensations. Though he couldn’t feel it in his cock, the tightness in his lower belly, the hard pounding of his heart, the sheer amount of sensation in every part of him that he could register…it was indescribable.
When his father had the sex talk with him, years ago, Rory hadn’t really paid attention to the things that weren’t about the physical. Thank God all those undigested details had stayed in some corner of his mind, ready to be called when he was mature enough to hear them.
You might want to have sex with everything with a pretty face, son, but when it happens with someone you love…it won’t matter how it goes, you’ll remember it more than any other time. If you continue to love one another, it will become the best that sex can be. Because the best sex comes from the heart. Not lower down.
Now he knew exactly what his dad had meant.
Daralyn’s hands had landed on his shoulders, were gripping them hard. He had his on her hips, and he pushed her down even deeper, watching her face for any signs of the wrong kind of reaction. Her grip increased, and her head tipped back, her long hair flowing over her bare shoulders.
“You are fucking beautiful,” he murmured again. “Ride me, Daralyn. I want to watch.”
The feeling