“I love you, Cole Kellet.”
Her words are like the antidote for an elixir I never knew I needed. Each syllable breathes life, restoring me. Reviving me back to a wholeness I didn’t think possible.
Rory loves me.
The completion of that one sentence unbreaking now that she’s spoken it aloud. Never again can she refuse those words. I won’t allow her.
Sitting up, we help each other out of the top half of our clothes. Bare chested, she falls back into the comforter.
Goose bumps pebble her skin. Starting at her belly button, the tips of my fingers skim, working their way past her breast and to her collarbone.
Her back arches off the bed as my tongue follows a similar pattern. Her fingers run themselves through my hair. Nipples rising to their peaks as I guide my mouth over her bare flesh. My tongue glides, wetting her before blowing hot air over her oversensitive skin.
Bending over the top of her, I give each of them a nice flick with my mouth. Her moans are soft but carry the plea of her desire.
I do it again, adding a little more pressure while I undo the zipper to her jeans. She hisses, her panting growing more frantic when I slide both those and her underwear off.
Leaning back on my knees, I take her in, appreciating every beautiful contour of her body. A pair of perfectly round tits, flat stomach, and hips with a slight curve.
Bracing my knee between her legs, she widens for me. Her allure continues. Beautifully swollen and pink, her folds glisten for me.
All for me, only me.
I growl, needing a taste, before I run my tongue from back to front. Savoring every last drop of her sweet pussy.
“Mmhmm, delicious,” I appreciate. Wanting another, I go in for another sample, starved from not tasting her for months too long.
Rory’s arms stretch out, denying me.
Her coy smirk tells me exactly what she wants. She doesn’t take her back off the comforter, extending her arm, she latches on to the buckle of my pants. Popping the brass button as she helps remove the last of my clothes.
Skin to skin. I take my time savoring every part of her body before flipping her over so she’s on top of me. Her hair wild, falling like rippling waves, cascading on both sides of my face.
Her bottom lip juts out, slightly fuller than her top, and my hand snakes. Finding the back of her neck, I pull her mouth back to mine, needing another taste. Earlier not enough.
“Absolute perfection,” I admire, arching back only enough to see her eyes as they flutter open again.
My thumb strokes, running along the edge of her mouth, right at the crease. Appreciating her for all that she is. She kisses the pad lightly.
“Mine,” I breathe.All mine.
Rolling back, we become a mess of limbs and sheets. Enjoying the feel, the taste. Savoring one another to our heart’s content.
Time doesn’t exist for us right now. It’s just her and I.
Her back arches off the mattress again, my dick finding her lower set of lips. Grabbing at her thighs, I insert myself, entering easily.
“Fuck,” I hiss.
Needing this, missing the feel of being inside her.
Her walls clench around me, and I bite back another hiss. She’s too sweet, perfect.
Attuned to one another, we move as one, her fingernails dig, scratching at my back. Breaking past the top layer of my skin. I know I’ll hurt tomorrow, but right now, I couldn’t give a fuck.
Not with the way she keeps moaning my name like I’m her god.
Over and over again, she chants, tucking her chin into the hollow of my neck. Legs wrapped around my waist, she sits riding my cock. Her chest rises in falls with each new hit.