down with his boxers. My eyes flicked from his face to his penis, looming out at a pleasing angle towards me. Although I’d never been sent any dick pics, I’d always found the concept strange. Why would sending a picture of something that looked like a Cumberland sausage do it for anyone? But Rory’s penis didn’t look like a Cumberland sausage. It looked as well-groomed as the rest of him.
‘Lie down,’ he instructed.
I lowered myself from my headboard, legs bent, and he knelt between them.
‘Please touch me,’ I said, surprising myself. I hadn’t planned that. It just came out.
He grinned back and shook his head. ‘Not yet.’ Pushing my knees further apart with his hands, he knelt between them before gently kissing up each inner thigh in turn, his stubble tickling the softest, most sensitive parts of my legs.
‘Oh my God, oh my God, oh my GOD,’ I panted. The ache in between my legs had turned to throbbing. He had to touch me. Please could he touch me. Please could he just reach up and—
‘JesuSSSSSSS,’ I sighed, as I felt his mouth over my clitoris and his tongue flicking just below it and back up again. He’d repeated the pattern all of three times when I realized I was going to come. I couldn’t hold it. A heat spread from the arches of my feet and flooded my lower body until it reached the spot where Rory’s tongue was pushing harder and harder and harder and…
‘I’m going to come, I’m going to come, I’m going to come, I THINK I’M COMING,’ I gasped, grinding my hips into his mouth and gulping for another breath.
Imagine actually choosing to be a nun and giving this up.
‘Don’t move,’ he said, raising himself up on his knees before falling forward, pinning his arms around my shoulders. Moving one hand so it held my chin, he stared seriously into my eyes and pushed into me. I gasped again and again while he slid in and out, kissing me on the neck, across my collarbones and then my mouth. His lips pressed against mine and his tongue thrust into my mouth with more urgency. And when he started groaning, I felt a deep, primeval pleasure that I was making him do this. He was making these sounds because of me. After such a period of abstinence, it made me feel more like a normal person, a normal functioning person who could have sex without panicking about the subsequent drama and heartache that it might create. Except this was much better than normal. It felt sublime, up there with my fifteenth birthday when I was given Marmalade.
Stop thinking about your cat, Florence.
I banished him from my mind as I ran my fingers up and down Rory’s back and he sped up. Back and forth, back and forth, while I congratulated myself on the perfect night, the perfect date, where we talked and talked and I didn’t say anything premature like ‘Where shall we go for our honeymoon?’ or ‘I can’t wait to meet your mum’.
And now this: pretty perfect sex. No embarrassing fart noises. No awkward fumbling. No moment where he strayed near my bottom because I wasn’t into that.
And it was just as I was daring to hope that there might be a second time, praying that he wouldn’t ghost me, that he thrust for the final time, froze on top of me and shouted ‘COWABUNGA!’ as he came.
Oh, OK. So it was nearly perfect.
I woke the next morning feeling polite again. ‘Morning,’ I said to Rory, in much the same way that I said it to Eugene every day.
Rory reached over and kissed me on the head. ‘Morning, my little chou-fleur.’
‘You sleep all right?’ I asked, wondering how I was going to get out of bed without flashing my bottom. I’d slept on the wall side of the bed, which either meant climbing over Rory or shuffling down the mattress and walking around the foot of it.
‘Yes, this bed is outstanding,’ he replied, yawning and stretching his arms out, deliberately draping his forearm over my eyes.
‘Get off, you weirdo. I need a shower.’ I pushed his arm away and decided on the end of the bed route, wiggling down it with as much dignity as I could (not much) before heading to the bathroom. But he caught my wrist as I passed his side of the bed and pulled me in for a kiss. I held my breath but he held open his side