I hear a wrapper, and my eyes fling open. “When did you get a condom?”
Rory chuckles. “I have many talents, Valentina.”
He withdraws his hips away from me so he can roll on the condom, but I keep my leg over his shoulder as he does this. Taking his cock in hand, he positions it at my entrance, parting me slowly. I wince a bit, and he stills. “Are you okay?” he says. I nod. “We can stop if it’s painful.”
“No!” I all but scream out. “It hurts so good,” I say.
With a sexy smile, he gives me another inch of him slowly, so slowly, my head leans back. In this stretched position, my tightening around him is extreme.
“Fuuuck,” Rory draws out. “You feel so tight like this.”
I can tell he is holding himself back with the slow, lazy strokes by the strained muscles of his arms encasing me. He keeps one hand on the wall behind me and takes the other away from the wall to cup my chin, and brings his lips to mine. I plunge my tongue into his mouth, and his pace quickens a bit.
He releases my mouth and leans back to bring his free hand between us and presses his thumb to my overly-sensitive and swollen clit.
I scream, and my leg muscles tighten over his shoulder as I come yet again for the who-the-fuck-knows-how-many times today. He drives into me so forcefully now, he is almost lifting me off the ground by his cock until he stills, effectively impaling me. His eyes tighten, and he groans out his release. I’m so glad we are facing each other now so I can see his face when he climaxes.
We both pant, and he presses his forehead to mine. “Thank you,” he says.
“Are you thanking me for making you come?”
He chuckles. “Yeah. Guess I am.” He leaves me, and I unwrap my leg from him, bringing it down to the ground. We rinse again, then dry off.
Rory is drying out his hair with a towel when he looks at me with a devilish grin. “Only three more to go.”
Oh, for fuck’s sake. “You really don’t have to deliver on that. You’ve more than proved your sex-god status.”
“Oh, but I want to deliver,” he says with a teasing smile.
“Can I at least have a break?”
“Of course. So long as you remain naked the rest of the morning.”
“Fine, but I’m wearing underwear at least. It’s more comfortable.”
“Agreed.”
We both put on underwear before going to lounge on the sofa. Rory sits, and I lay my head on his lap. “What a fucking glorious morning,” I say.
Rory pinches my nipple playfully. “You got that right.”
I giggle.
Rory’s head rests back as he looks at the ceiling and I look at him. We are both basking in the luxury of this lazy morning where all we’ve done is fuck and eat. A lump lodges in my throat because I want more of this. Preferably with Rory if he is up to it, but the bottom line is, I want more of life. I’ve hardly lived, and now I have found someone who has given me so many firsts that I’m thinking there are a hell of a lot more firsts I haven’t even begun to imagine. My eyes prickle with tears. I need to live. I need to survive.
I want more time.
Suddenly I’m reminded that I’m Valentina Fucking Almonte. A new fan-favorite MMA fighter in Mexico and shortlisted for the UFC. I have never backed down from a fight; why the hell was I about to start now? I sought Dr. Carolina Ramirez like I sought Chema—I wanted the best on my team, and I got her. Like there was never an option to lose a fight, there isn’t an option to die. Not yet. Not for a long time.
“Are you okay?” Rory asks, his brows creased together.
Fuck. He’s looking at me with puppy eyes. “Yeah. Just a little homesick. Wish I could show you around Mexico City.”
“You mean like I showed you around Kansas City?”
I laugh. “Yeah. Exactly like that. Except for the falling asleep at the park bit.”
“Let me make up for that. Saturday. I’ll really show you around a few more places.”