CHAPTER SEVEN
Sky had imagined this moment so often, dreaming of it as she drifted to sleep at night, torturing her libido with images of Rory climbing over her, and now here he was. Dizzy with arousal, she stared up at him from where she lay on the futon, and forced herself to ask the question preying on her mind. “Do you have a condom?”
“Yes.” He smiled slowly, one corner of his mouth curling. Then he lifted the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head and off.
Sky stared, she couldn’t help herself. He’d always been muscular, but he was bigger built now, his chest, shoulders and torso delineated by ridges of muscles. As he shifted, casting his T-shirt aside, his biceps flexed. Arousal pulled heavily in the pit of her belly, making her skin sizzle and her fingertips twitch
“Ever-ready-Rory, huh?” She tried to sound nonchalant, even though nerves assailed her.
Rory on the other hand had a determined look about him, like he was a man on a mission. That alone ratcheted up her desire. For a while there, after he’d taken off, she thought he didn’t find her attractive, like he was just flirting with her for amusement. Casually rolling onto her side, she watched as he kicked off his biker boots.
“I bet you’d make an even cheekier remark if I didn’t have a condom on me, wouldn’t you?” He pulled his wallet from his back pocket, extracted a shiny silver packet, and threw it on the mattress beside her.
She pouted, but she couldn’t help being curious. Did he have loads of women he slept with? “So you’re a stud in demand, always got a condom on hand?”
“You have to be prepared.” Dropping his wallet on the floor, his hands went to his belt. “You never know when a gorgeous Welsh lass is going to invite you back to her apartment.”
Unfastening his belt buckle, he went for the button and fly.
Sky glanced away. Her heart beat hard and fast, her blood racing. By the time she looked back, he was naked. She stared at his chest, not brave enough to look down.
Resting one knee on the mattress beside her, he reached over and wrapped his hand around her ankle. Unsure of his intentions, her pulse raced.
In one swift movement he pulled her legs apart.
Startled, she cried out.
He dropped to his knees between her open legs, one hand either side of her body, then ducked down to breathe warm air over the sensitive skin of her breasts and throat. The heat of his body instantly made her arch up to him, the touch of his skin electrifying hers.
Hovering above her he held her gaze, not allowing her to look away. Tension filled the air, clinging around them. He studied her. It set loose a wild fluttering at her centre, the intensity of that stare. She saw the lust in his eyes. It was blatant, raw, and incredibly powerful. He wanted her. A sense of joy rolled through her, her chest tightening.
“You’re sure you’re ready to take this to the next level?”
She nodded.
He put one finger under her chin, looking deep into her eyes. In that one touch he conveyed so much. Confident, self-assured and determined, the authority in his expression made her whimper with desire. Then he looked at all of her, his gaze traveling over her, devouring her.
Awkwardness assailed her. “Rory, you’re embarrassing me.”
“You’re going to have to get used to me looking at you, if we’re going all the way.” He moved closer still, so close she could feel his breath on her face, and he ran the back of his knuckles down her neck. “You’re even more beautiful, naked, than I would’ve imagined, Sky Vaughn. And believe me, I’ve imagined it a lot.”
Moaning in frustration, she shifted restlessly against the futon mattress, her head rolling from side to side, the touch of his fingertips all over her skin making her nerve endings go crazy.
“I can’t believe you waited for me.” His hands moved lower, stroking over her breasts and tummy.
“I thought we would,” she mumbled, confused. “I mean…we nearly did.”
“Yes, we nearly did. Several times, as I recall. I wanted you so badly you made me hard all the time.” With that he took her hand and led it to his erect cock.
When she felt the hard, hot rod of his erection straining against her hand she gasped. “Rory, please...I’m a bit afraid.”
“Don’t be.” His eyes shone darkly, as if he relished her confession.
It made her pussy tighten with anticipation. “It turns you on, knowing I waited for you?”
“I can’t deny it.” His expression was heavy with lust, with animal passion. “I’m here to look after you, precious. I think I know what you need, but if you don’t like anything I do, just tell me.”
Grateful, Sky swallowed then nodded.
He shifted, rolling his shoulders as if he was limbering up. It made her realize he’d been holding something back, just as she had. The guarded faces and actions had gone now though. She was lying there, bare and willing, and he was unleashed, like a prowling animal about to pounce.
The futon creaked as he moved.
His mouth descended to hers, and he kissed her again. Her mouth invited his tongue deeper and she sank into the experience, a moan of longing escaping her as they drew apart. Then she put her hands around the back of his neck, her fingers beneath his hair, and he pulled her in against him, kissing her hungrily. Her hands locked around his head as she gave herself over to him. With a strong grip, he put his hands beneath her buttocks, cupping them, taking charge. She clung to him gratefully.
A trickle of moisture dampened her thighs. Torn between embarrassment and need, she moved instinctively, drawing one knee up, allowing him deeper between her thighs, where she ached for him. He brushed his fingers over her clit.
She cried out, her body arching up.
Rory made a growling sound deep in his throat, and then he moved his finger inside her. His touch seemed to swarm over her entire skin, like her whole body was networked to his fingertips. She writhed, made crazy by the intense feelings he triggered. She gasped loudly when his finger probed deeper, moaning with longing, every part of her desperate for him.
The look in his eye claimed her to the core. With his free hand, he traced his finger around her right nipple. Following it with his mouth, he grazed it with his teeth. She moaned loudly.
“Sensitive?”
She bit her lip, nodded, unable to reply verbally. He sucked the other breast with his open mouth, grazing her again. A fever of longing raced under her skin. Unable to hold back, she sank into the experience riding the tide of pleasure.
“You’re ready for me?” He ran an accusing finger down one side of her damp folds, and up the other side. He moved his hand. Captured between his knuckles, her clit pounded in ecstasy.
It was too much, to be touched that way and to hear him say it aloud. “Rory!”
He manipulated her tender bud, torturing her with pleasure. “Begging, huh?”
With that, he dropped down and bent his head to lick her tight, hot clit.
Disbelieving, she glanced down. The sight of his head there between her legs forced her to glance away. His tongue roved back and forth and then plunged into her. Sky melted on the spot. The more she moaned, the more he probed. She clutched at his shoulders, her body bucking. “Oh my god!”
“Got to do this,” he said, lifting his head. His lips were wet with her juices.
He pulled her body nearer with a jolt, positioning her hips, one large hand stroking up and down the length of his shaft, while he snatched up the condom packet with the other. Tearing it open with his teeth, he rolled the rubbed over his length.
“You’re too big.”
“Don’t fret. I’ll go slowly.” His mouth lifted at one corner, but mercifully he wasn’t smug with her. He wasted no time and began to ease inside her.
The sudden pressure captured her senses fully. Staring up at him, she plucked at his shoulders with restless hands.
“You’re very wet. Hopefully the pain won’t last long.”
She nodded, helpless to deny it. She wanted this so badly she would take anything.
Wrapping his hands under her buttocks, he nudged his knees beneath her bottom, lifting her. Slowly, he worked his erect cock inside her.
A searing flash of pain hit her there. “Fuck, you’re too big.”
“You’re made for this Sky. We just need to get you past the first time.” He paused but did not withdraw. Instead, his jaw turned granite and his expression grew serious. He held her still, his hands locked on her hips as she struggled against him. “When you’re ready, see if you can take more.”
“Me?”
“Sky, the waiting is killing me. See if you can meet me.”
There was a challenge in his eyes and in his voice, and Sky’s spirit locked onto that. Holding her breath, she thrust her hips toward him, instead of away. Her vision blurred, she felt tears on her cheek.
Stretched to capacity, his rigid cock filled her. Her entire pelvis flooded with sensation, a pulse at her center pounding. She could feel the solid length of his cock throbbing in her most sensitive place. Through the pain, pleasure rolled over her. Instinct took over. Rory was still holding back, waiting for her. “I’m okay,” she whispered.
He nodded, then moved. Once. It was a shallow thrust, but it sent her crazy.
The need for more grew urgent. “Please,” she begged. “Don’t stop!”
The muscles in his neck were taut. His eyes shone with victory. He laughed, his expression devious.
“Rory,” she whispered, her voice low and desperate, her hips rocking.
He moved again, his eyes gleaming, his lips curling. “Now, we’re there.”
When he thrust deeper she cried out with relief. “Oh god yes!”
He kissed her hard and long, his hips rolling into hers all the while, encouraging her to join him by holding her hips, drawing her to him as he thrust inside her. “You crazy girl, I can’t believe you waited all this time.”
She wrapped her hands around his back, marveling at the rippling muscle. Claiming him, her knees rose higher at his sides, while she devoured his kisses, increasingly feverish with longing for him. “So glad it was you,” she blinked back silly tears. “Oh god it’s so good!”
The muscles in his arms flexed as he rose up and drove into her.
In his eyes, she saw the power of the moment for him, his intense maleness surrounding her, claiming her. She arched beneath him, willing it on.
He pushed his face into her hair, slid his other hand across her belly and then down. His fingers lodged at the place where they joined. Each time he thrust she moaned loudly, shocking herself with the sounds, but unable to stay quiet. Each time his cock crushed against her center, deep inside, sheer pleasure soared through her.
“Good?” he whispered, his mouth at her neck, his teeth grazing her flesh.
“Yes, yes.” She tried to say more, but words wouldn’t form.
She was right there, on the edge of orgasm. A blaze of sensation raced through her, stealing her breath away, letting loose heat from every pour. At her center her body tightened rhythmically, stunning her. As the heat flamed out, it seemed to melt her flesh to his.
“Sky...” He stopped moving. His eyelids lowered, his cock seemed to grow harder still, then she felt it lunge and jerk and he bellowed, his body shuddering.
She clung to him in wonder.
He kissed her face and held her, stroking her gently, staying close.
With sweet and sudden realization, she listened to their twin heartbeats, racing, so close together, so unified. It was so precious she didn’t want it to end.