of me, making me moan again.
I wanted more. No. I needed more. My hips rose, trying to meet his hand, but instead, his hands fell from me. I was about to protest when I heard the rip of foil. A second later he spread my thighs and brushed his fingers against my clit again.
"Rory," I panted.
He grabbed my ass and pressed the tip of his massive erection against my wetness. "And I love how tight you are." He slowly began to slide his length into me. I wasn't sure what I had been thinking last night. There was no way I could ever quit him. I loved every single inch of him.
He leaned down and kissed me again, soft yet passionate. I reached up to touch his chiseled abs, but he was still wearing his shirt. My fingers fumbled with the buttons until they met his happy trail. I ran my hands along the contours of his six pack as he slowly thrust in and out of me.
I waited for him to move faster as he continued to kiss me, but he kept his slow pace. I loved when he was rough with me. I didn't think there could possibly be something better than him fucking me, pushing me to my limits. But this was better. He was being slow and gentle and intimate. He's making love to me. Oh my God, he's making love to me!
I grabbed both sides of his face and deepened our kiss. When he said he wasn't going to fuck me, I hadn't realized what he meant. He loved me back. And it was the best feeling in the whole world. I wanted all of him. I ran my hands down the back of his suit jacket and grabbed his ass. I needed more.
He groaned into my mouth as he thrust himself deep inside of me.
"Yes!"
His hand slid up the side of my thigh and stopped on my hip. "God you're sexy." He leaned back and looked down at me as he began moving his hips faster. "One night of you would never have been enough."
I could feel myself clenching around him. If possible, his words affected me just as much as him inside of me. He tilted his hips, hitting me in that spot that only he could.
Oh God. I turned my head as the sensation of him completely consumed me.
But he grabbed my chin and tilted my face so that I was staring directly into his eyes. "Come for me, Keira."
"Rory!" I moaned as his words pushed me over the edge.
He stared into my eyes as he found his own release.
My heart was racing as I stared up at him. This boy loved me. And I had never felt this way before. Everything was different with Rory. Somehow with him, everything seemed so much more real. I reached up and ran my palm along the scruff on his jaw line. And so perfect.
He leaned forward and placed a soft kiss against my lips.
"I like more."
"Mmm." He slowly pulled out of me.
I didn't like the empty feeling. The smell of lemon scented cleaning supplies suddenly came back to me. We must have spilled a bottle because it smelled even stronger than before. "Every time I mop the floor now I'm going to want you to do that to me."
"I think I can arrange that." He grabbed my hands and pulled me to a seated position. He kept my hands in his as he looked down at me. "I don't like fighting with you."
"I don't like fighting with you either."
"I'm..." his voice trailed off. He ran his thumbs along my palms. "I'm not good at this."
"I'm not good at relationships either. It's one of the many things we have in common."
Rory laughed and then was silent for a moment. "The last thing I want to do is hurt you. I don't like seeing you upset."
"Then don't hurt me."
He leaned forward and ran the tip of his nose down mine. "You really shouldn't be with me."
"I want to be with you." I unwound my fingers from his and grabbed the sides of his face. "Rory, I've wanted to be with you ever since you first stepped into my apartment. Please don't give up on this before we've even started."
"I'm not. I'm just...worried that you want what's out there." He pointed to the door. "I'm not there yet. I'm not even sure if I'll ever want those things."
How had we gone from being un-exclusive to talking about