I take his mouth in mine so I can lead him to lie on his back and position my entrance over his hardness. I give it one last squeeze, and I swear it hardened even more in my grip.
“You promised,” he pleads one last time.
“I promised. Let me drive; I know best how much I can handle.”
Rory nods and lays perfectly still. So still, I almost laugh. This is not the time to tease him, though, so I keep it in.
He is a bit larger than my vibrator, but not by much. I would never admit I searched for a toy that resembled his anatomy, but I also couldn’t deny the similar size.
I place my hands on his chest for support. Taking a deep breath, I brace myself and take the tip of him inside. I say a silent prayer this won’t be painful because I want nothing more than Rory Dennis filling me to the hilt at this moment.
Dilator therapy isn’t sexy. I hadn’t felt sensual since the last time I was with Rory. But with just one look at him naked, my libido reared its head, and there is no way I want to tame it again.
I lower further until he is halfway in me, and so far, no pain. I take in another inch slowly, then another, and keep going until there is nothing left to take in. Rory bucks his hips upward once.
“Sorry, so sorry,” he stammers. “I couldn’t help it.”
I shake my head. “It’s okay. I’m fine.”
“You are?” He looks up at me, so hopeful, I’m not sure I could tell him I was in pain even if I was. Lucky for me, there is no pain, and I don’t have to lie.
I hadn’t realized how tight I had clenched every muscle in my body. I relax and loosen myself. I clench experimentally around him, earning me a sexy growl from Rory.
“How does it feel?” he asks.
“Good,” I say. “Really good.” I circle my hips slowly, and Rory’s hands drift up to grip my waist.
I grin down at him and lick my lips. I support myself with his chest as I ride him until I am spent, and our bodies are slicked with sweat. I know Rory strained himself, trying to keep still so I could have my way with him, and it took a toll on him too—his face and neck are pearled with sweat.
The room feels hotter, and my hair is nearly dripping with sweat. We are weak with exhaustion when Rory presses his thumb against my clit, and I shamelessly grind against it while he’s inside me. I unravel around him as I come and collapse on his body. Rory pumps inside me twice more and steels with his own release. He rolls his head back, giving me a glorious look at his neck and the veins that bulge with his pleasure.
I pant to the rhythm of his chest rising.
“So, no pain,” Rory says with a breathy voice.
I shake my head. “Only pleasure.”
In the morning,I watch Rory as he sleeps in. It’s been hours, and he has the sweetest little snore. I manage to get out of bed and back in again without him so much as stirring.
It’s late morning when he finally wakes. “Hmmm,” he moans.
“Good morning,” I say.
He smiles. “Morning. How’re you feeling?”
“Great.”
“Great?” he asks.
“Yeah,” I say.
“I need the truth, Valentina. Please.”
“Very slightly sore. But no pain. I swear.”
Rory smiles and draws circles on my shoulder with the pads of his fingers. “Good,” he says.
He rolls up and over me so he’s on top, and he kisses me. “Now,” he says. “Almonte, what is it you need to think about to say yes?”