The sudden pressure wrenched a sob from Olive’s throat. Moisture pricked the backs of her eyelids. It was more the shock of being filled for the first time than actual pain. And the satisfaction of having Rory’s body locked together with her own was so powerful and right, she wanted to lean into the minor ache. Embrace it.
“Baby.” Rory studied her face, concern etched between his dark brows. “Ah, baby, are you okay?” He made a visible effort to swallow a growl, but it emerged anyway, his hips seeming to plow forward of their own volition. “Oh my God, Olive. Christ. You feel incredible.”
“You feel so good, too,” she said, awed, shifting her lower body around so she could memorize every new sensation. “So hard, Rory.”
He barked a humorless laugh, the muscles in his shoulders and chest bunching. “I can’t hold still when you say things like that.”
Olive’s hands traveled down his strong back to settle once again on the swells of his ass. “Don’t. Don’t hold still.”
Right before her eyes, the final traces of Rory’s control evaporated and he fell on top of her like a starving man. His mouth moved over hers like it held the secrets of the universe, their tongues twining, his flesh leaving her and pumping back in, slow and deep, slow and deep, the erotic rhythm writing itself on her soul instantaneously. The root of his erection ground against her hyper-sensitive clit with such incessant friction, Olive couldn’t stay still. Her thighs circled Rory’s hips, hugging them tight, her hips lifting to meet his thrusts. She didn’t know where the desire for hard and fast came from, only that it was there. And undeniable. When she couldn’t find relief right away, she dropped her legs from around Rory’s body and spread them wide, wide, swallowing a strangled moan when his cock bore down, exploiting her nub of flesh while he watched her from above. There. There it was.
“My brothers won’t be home for hours, baby,” Rory gritted, his pace going from methodical to anxious. Hungry. Desperate. “Scream your little heart out.”
And she did. He angled his body to rub her more thoroughly and she let a scream rip, her fingernails burying themselves in his tight butt cheeks, holding him fast. Keeping him there.
He caught her jaw in his right hand, tilting it up and hovering his mouth right above hers—right above—watching her every reaction like a hawk. “Do you have any idea how fucking perfect you feel?” His thumb tugged her lower lip down, then slipped all the way into her mouth. “God, a man like me should have to sell his soul to be your first, but you’re giving yourself to me. Saving me. You’re saving this black soul.” He pulled his thumb from her mouth, spreading the wetness over her lips while watching in fascination. “What the hell did I do to deserve you?”
Olive wanted to tell him he didn’t have to do a single thing to deserve her. He only needed to be his exact self. Just Rory. The man who carried unnecessary pain and tried to save her from himself, even though they were meant to be just like this. Together. And she hoped she conveyed that with her eyes before he dropped his face into the crook of her neck and began bucking into her in rough strokes, his broken grunts filling her ears, turning her on to the nth degree.
Finally being given that hard, fast, unfettered sex she’d been craving without even knowing how it felt, Olive’s eyes rolled into the back of her head, her thighs shooting together to ride on Rory’s driving hips. Now she knew. She knew being the object of lust was glorious when you shared that same lust for the man. The mounting pressure in Rory’s body was obvious in his frantic movements, the way he reached between them to tease her clit with the pads of his fingers. He wasn’t long for this world and his touch demanded she come along for the flight up, up and away.
“Swollen, little virgin clit. So confused how it got that way,” he muttered hoarsely into her hair. He reached back and gripped the underside of her knees, yanking them high around his hips and grinding her down into the mattress, his flesh entering her with wet slaps. “Going to come inside you now like God intended. Want you with me. Be with me, baby.”
His words pushed her across the finish line, almost as much as the moist friction of their lower bodies. A ticklish tightening in her loins signaled the end and she barreled toward it, her orgasm made brighter and sharper from the knowledge that Rory was going to climax. God, the cords of his throat stood out, his mouth open, eyes blind…and she watched him go over the edge with her name on his lips. It was too quick. It went on forever. She didn’t know. Didn’t know, but witnessing Rory’s pleasure was the single most incredible moment of her life. He went from being rocked with tension to being completely devoid of it, collapsing on top of her on the bed, gathering her so close in his arms, she could barely breathe.