a hammock wasn’t easy, and his desires were already making her unsteady, but as always, she was able to rely on his strength, the guidance of his hands. Her body felt like it was vibrating to a dancing rhythm she could feel in her blood, as he helped her back onto the hammock, straddling him backward. He moved her with sure hands so she could thread her feet and ankles through the ropes past that cross piece. Her knees spread out and pressed into his shoulders, her shins resting on the pillow that extended out on either side of his head.
Threading her feet through those ropes kept her legs apart, she realized, spread open the width of his shoulders. He added to the sense of restraint by wrapping his arms over her thighs and waist, bringing her farther up his chest as the pillows gave his head the angle to put his mouth exactly where he’d described.
It was still a shock, having his mouth between her thighs. She’d only been allowed to serve her uncle and father’s pleasure. None of it was for her. Whereas everything Rory did seemed intended to take her to this place of mindless ecstasy.
Even more amazing, he’d made it clear doing so, watching her get lost in it, gave him enormous pleasure.
In this position, she was lying on his abdomen, her head resting on his thighs. She could feel the nest of his cock and testicles against her throat and upper chest, so she reached beneath her to find him under the shorts, explore. He wasn’t wearing any underwear. Though his cock responded to her touch, hardening, and she really liked touching him so intimately, she knew he couldn’t feel it, not right there. Still, from what he’d said, the reaction would build elsewhere, in deep parts of himself the way his touch did to her.
From his pleased growl against her, he really liked watching her body arch and writhe as his mouth made her dance. His strong hands tightened on her and the ropes bit into her legs, creating an additional jolt to the spiraling reaction within her.
She didn’t have to question it. Dr. Taylor worked with her on expressing herself. Rory did the same, in a very different way.
She was shuddering, and he lifted his mouth enough to speak against her. “Am I hard, Daralyn?”
“Yes,” she breathed. Then she gasped as he gripped her panties at the hip and ripped the seam there. When he shifted his grip to her waist, exerted pressure, she followed his guidance to slip her feet from between the ropes, turn around and straddle him. It took some time, especially with her current lack of coordination, but his hands were on her the whole time, steadying her, helping her.
She’d praised his upper body strength to Amanda, but when driven by his desire to have her the way he commanded, the ripple of muscle across his shoulders and chest, the tightening of his stomach muscles, was riveting.
As she completed the turn and settled back on his hips, the fabric of the torn panties slipped forward, over her mound, exposing it, the garment now only held by one leg. His brown eyes sparked with heat as he gazed at that, then he slid his attention upward, lingering on the tight points of her nipples.
“Put me inside you,” he said.
Her hands had only been off of him for a matter of seconds, and her body had been shifting and sliding over his groin throughout the turning process. Which meant he was still rigid enough she could put him inside her. As she tugged his loose shorts to his upper thighs, lifting the waistband over his erection, he closed his hand over her neck, the heel of his hand against her sternum to help her stay upright.
At that pressure against her throat, another wave of sensations went through her, while everything else in her went still. He saw it, the grip tightening. It was a way of speaking to one another without words, without full understanding, but with full feeling. “Use your muscles inside,” he said. “Keep squeezing down on me. It will keep me hard enough, like the grip of your hand, and it will feel good to you.”
It all felt good to her, but she obeyed, and discovered a new level of pleasure. His cock did respond to the internal stroking, and as he began to raise and lower her, that feeling expanded, so she was gasping with every downward