He leans over me and finds my mouth. This is our first kiss without the morning breath, and it is glorious. I purr into his mouth, and he matches it with a deep groan that has my legs locking around him.
His hand draws down so he can play with the folds of my entrance. I shamelessly grind against the feel of his hand, finding his rhythm. His thumb presses my clit while he dips a finger in me. He doesn’t stop kissing me, though, and it’s hard to stay put and not roll my head back at all the sensations he evokes.
When he sinks a second and then a third finger inside to stretch me, I can’t contain it any longer. I pull away from his mouth and scream his name.
“Does that feel good?” he asks in that husky voice of his.
“Yes!” I scream and clench around his fingers. His fingers respond by curling upward. “So good. Oh, Rory! Don’t stop!”
He brings his mouth to my nipple and circles his tongue gently around it, sending me over the edge. I’m moaning and writhing under his touch as my orgasm hits, and he isn’t even inside me yet. Rory is a selfless lover. I’m so smart for picking him out of everyone in the bar.
His fingers withdraw from me, and he gives my nipple a peck with his lips. “Condoms?” he asks.
“Nightstand. I’ll get them.”
He pulls away from me, and I rummage through the drawer and sit up so I can put it on him. His abdominal muscles clench as I roll the condom down his length.
He grabs a handful of my ass as he groans. “I love this ass,” he says.
I raise an eyebrow. “Is that right, Rory Dennis?” I ask. He nods, and I reward him by facing away from him and scooting back to offer him a better view of it. After years of working my body into a machine, I am very proud of all my muscles—ass included. If one more person gets to admire it, who am I to argue?
The bed moves as Rory stands, and I scoot further back until my entrance feels the tip of his cock. I grind against him, begging for him to enter me. I am so wet from my first orgasm and so glad he took that care given his size. Both his hands wrap around my waist to hold me in place as he starts to slowly slide in. His fingers were blissful, but this, nothing could compare to the stretch of me with him inside.
“Valentina, fuck,” he gurgles out, and I reward the sounds by rocking back and forth to match his gentle stroke. He stops moving for a long moment, giving me time to adjust to his size. I grab a pillow so I can rest my chest to the bed, and my ass raises higher. I want him to enjoy this view almost as much as I want to chase my next orgasm with him inside me.
He plunges into me and freezes deep inside. I clench experimentally around him, and he growls before he starts pounding into me. The grip he has on my waist tightens, his fingers digging into my skin, but the pain mixes with the pleasure, and I can’t tell him to stop. I can only ask him to keep going. “Yes, Rory! Yes! Right there!”
Rory is listening because next follow a series of pumps so forceful, he is slowly scooting me further up the bed. I bite into the pillow under me as I let out a scream that gets muffled. My orgasm comes in waves this time, and he keeps driving into me, rolling me into a second climax and then a third. My legs start to shake when he sinks into me as his body clenches with his own release. I’m now regretting this position because I can’t see him as he climaxes. I pant into the pillow and come up for air.
Rory kisses my back gently and withdraws from me. He steps into the restroom, probably to toss the condom before he comes back to bed and lies next to me. I curl to his side like I had done last night. “No falling asleep this time,” I joke.
He laughs. “No falling asleep. Though, I don’t think I could even if I wanted to. I feel well-rested.”
“Oh really?” I wiggle my eyebrows at him.
“Are you trying to kill me, woman?” He chuckles. “I at least need sustenance, then maybe after that, and a bit of a rest, I will make you come five more times.”
My thighs tighten at his words. His lips lock with mine again, but this time it’s sweeter and with less urgency. “I’m going to hold you to that,” I joke.
“First, I must get food.”
“I have food, but you’ll be sorry if I cook. Would you like to go out?”
“No. I prefer to spend the morning with you naked. I’ll cook.”
“You can cook?” I ask with surprise.
“I know my way a bit around the kitchen.”
“Would you cook naked?” I ask.
He chuckles. “Can I at least wear my boxer-briefs? A naked cooking incident wouldn’t be pretty.”
“Fine,” I say with resignation.
“You, on the other hand, I insist you remain naked while you watch me cook.”
“I can manage that.”