His thumb pressed in and she jumped in his tight embrace. He dragged his mouth from hers and she gasped for a breath.
“You’re close…,” Rory said.
“So close.” Her hands tightened around his arms.
“D
on’t fight it,” he whispered against her temple. “Don’t fight me.”
She knew what he meant. That foreign, slightly burning sensation of her backside had her on high alert for what he might have planned for her. But as his fingers stroked and his warm lips skimmed over her cheek and across her lips, she couldn’t deny the need swelling within her.
“I want to feel you fall apart for me,” he said. “Then I want to taste your pussy.”
A low whimper tumbled from her gaping mouth. A shudder ran through her.
He pumped harder and her head buzzed with lustful thoughts while her body flamed from his nearness, his ministrations, his words.
“Rory.”
He kissed her again, so feverishly, so desperately, that everything building within her instantly collided and erupted. She tore her mouth from his and cried out as the orgasm blazed through her, setting every inch of her on fire.
“Oh, God,” she moaned on a broken breath. “Oh, my God.” Her body quaked. Her inner walls held fast to his fingers, squeezing tight as she savored every second of the climax, prolonging it as much as possible.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “You make me so damn hot.”
She was still recovering from the sizzle through her veins as he withdrew his fingers, unzipped her skirt, and shoved it down her legs. He had her out of her blouse just as quickly. Then he eased her down onto the sofa, where she sprawled out, her shoulders and head propped against a mound of pillows in the corner.
Rory’s hungry gaze roved over her, leaving her with an insistent need to feel his hands and mouth on her.
He didn’t waste any time, or give her more than a moment of wishful thinking. He knelt alongside the sofa and peeled her thong down her legs.
“Sexy as this is, it has to go.” He tossed the scant material onto her pile of clothing. Then he reached around her to unclasp her bra and he whisked it off as well. “Jesus, you really are sensational.”
“Stop admiring and start touching,” she urged, her heart pounding, every fiber of her being yearning for him.
“Tasting,” he reminded her. He whipped his tee over his head and discarded it, then spread her thighs and settled between them.
His head dipped and he inhaled her scent. Let out a guttural, primal sound that turned her on even more, flooding her body with heat.
Rory’s tongue swept slowly over her slick folds, the intimate touch jarring her. Possibly because Christian’s head had been between her legs the night before and it was an enticing thought to speculate over how different their techniques might be. But more than that, it was thrilling to know this man wanted to pleasure her this way—as Christian had. And that Rory wanted to sample her cream, revel in the very essence of her.
He licked languidly, making her squirm with anticipation. But she did nothing to hurry him along. Let him tug gently on her pussy lips with his mouth, let him tease her swollen clit with the tip of his tongue as it swirled and pressed, then fluttered.
Oh, Christ, the fluttering …
A long stream of air blew through her teeth.
This really was different from Christian. He’d been purposeful and determined. Aggressive. He’d eaten her pussy with fervor and the need to get her off. It had been fucking fantastic.
But this … Jesus. Rory was taking his time. Torturing her in the absolute sexiest way as his tongue circled the knot of nerves, then toyed with her dewy folds, then lapped over her opening, before tracing the flesh. Slightly penetrating, retreating, penetrating.
“Rory,” she said on a sharp murmur. “You’re driving me wild.”
“Good.” His hot breath on her moist flesh lit her up even more. He draped one of her legs over his shoulder, the crook behind her knee resting on his traps. “You taste like heaven. I’m just going to spend a little more time here, if you don’t mind.”
She nearly choked on a sob. “This could very well be the death of me.”
“I think you can handle it.” His lips grazed her lower ones as he spoke. Teasing her senseless.