The idea of Rory giving methatcock makes my internal organs backflip in achy, hopeful anticipation.
“But I also want to give you my fingers…and my mouth.” He draws back to meet my gaze, asking for permission with hismelty hazel irises. “Can I? I want to feel you come all over my fingers.”
My breathing accelerates. “Yes.”
Quick as lightning, he reaches for the hem of my pants, pulling them and my underwear off at the same time.
After he’s tossed my clothes on the floor, his hands settle on my knees and push them apart.Oh, god.
His hot, hungry expression blanks for a moment. “No one’s ever tasted you either?” he demands to know.
I shake my head.
With a savage grin, his attention returns to where I’m spread open before him like a buffet. “Fuck me, you’re pretty.”
I barely have time to process which part of me he’s describing as pretty before he drops his head and drags the flat of his tongue across my seam, ending with a long swipe of my clit. “I knew you’d taste this good.”
I should probably be embarrassed by my loud moan, but that felt so wonderful I can barely remember my own name.
Rory sits back on his haunches and angles his hand, like he’s about to slide one of those thick powerful fingers inside me.
“Wait.” I stop him with my tone, and his wild eyes fly up to mine. “I…I’ve never put anything up there before.”
Understanding washes over Rory’s face. “Not even a tampon?”
I shake my head no, because I can’t speak for a moment. I’m horrified that he knows what those are, as if I’m still thirteen.
I’m not sure how I expected him to react, but Rory surprises me when he breaks into a sexy, mischievous grin.
“Lucky me.”
I regard him warily. “Is this, like, a fetish for you?Virgins?”
“No.” After yanking my shirt over my head and discarding it, he glides one hand up my stomach toward my breasts. “Is this a fetish for you? Older men?”
My face is onfire. “No!”
“Good.” Rory drags his middle finger through my wetness before slipping it inside my sopping entrance. “I want you all to myself.”
Chapter 17
Rory
This is how I’ve wanted Kiara from almost the moment I laid eyes on her.
Our first kiss was only twenty-four hours ago, so why do I feel like I’ve known her for weeks or months? Why is desire razing my insides to ash, blacking out everything except this unnatural need I have to take her however she’ll allow?
Why do I feel at risk of fucking her brains out, just from sliding my middle finger inside her tight, wet, inexperienced little pussy? Her hot, slick walls flex around my finger as I slip it in as far as it will go.
“Rory!” My name tumbles from her open lips as her flushed face oscillates from one sexy expression to another, each of them fascinating and furiously arousing.
How am I going to get through thiswithoutrailing her?
“You feel that?” After a slow retraction, I slide my middle finger all the way back in. Kiara nods, positively feverish, all hot and hazy. “You like it?”
She nods again. The way she’s staring at me swells my body with pure heat. I reposition myself on the bed, grabbing her left thigh with my free hand while I press my middle finger into her depths again. She’s so wet, my whole palm’s damp.
Then, I make the mistake of looking at her.
