Page 72 of The Downside of Love
With each pass of her lips over mine, colors pop into my mind, bright vibrant colors that I feel like I haven’t seen in such a long time.
Needing more, I bring one of my hands to her hair, threading my fingers through the soft strands until I slowly tip her head back, pulling ever so gently, but just enough to let her know I want this, that I need this.Her.
Her mouth falls open even more and I dive in further, gripping her jaw, moving my tongue across hers, our lips syncing, our breaths tangling together, panting and labored.
A low moan erupts from her mouth as my hips press against hers, my cock so fucking hard and aroused seeking her heat. Not giving it a second thought, she wraps one leg around mine, hooking her into place, her center perfectly aligned with my erection.
She moves her hips, rubbing against my cock.
Another thrust.
And another.
Eyes squeezed shut, breath caught in my chest, I carefully bite on her lower lip when she thrusts one more time.
“Rory,” I groan.
“Stryder,” she returns, rubbing herself against me, her head falling back against the door, exposing her neck to my lips.
Fuck. I can’t stop myself.
Picking up her other leg, I wrap it around my waist and hoist her against the wall, pressing my cock against her.
A long groan falls from her beautiful mouth before she starts to move her hips against mine. Concerned about her scar, I whisper into her ear as my lips travel up her neck. “Don’t move, Rory.”
“I have to.”
“Your scar, don’t move. Let. Me,” I grit out through clenched teeth, bringing my mouth back to her neck and pressing one of my hands against her rib cage, just below her breast. Needing release just as much as her, I gently move my hips up, the friction between us so goddamn incredible that with one move, my balls start to tighten.
Fuck, I’m going to embarrass myself.
She grips my head tightly and presses into me, bringing my lips to just below her ear. I lick. I suck. I tease. I thrust.
“Oh God,” she cries, warming up my entire fucking body.
This is a goddamn dream; it has to be. Rory is close to orgasm, rubbing up and down on my cock, crying out because of me.
Needing more, needing to make sure I stay in this moment, I move my lips along her jaw and back to her lips where I claim them, pressing hard. Teeth knocking, lips wet, tongues clashing, we feed off each other as my hips move up and down her slick heat, our clothes providing the only barrier between us.God, I want inside her.
Thrust after glorious thrust, she tightens around me, her legs a viselike grip around my waist, her arms clenching me, her body stilling, her hips riding mine.
“Oh God, Stryder,” she calls out, as she pumps relentlessly against my cock, her orgasm hitting her hard, the friction rubbing against the head of my cock in just the right spot.
I grunt out, pressing my forehead against hers, my hips pulsing wildly against her, as I come, release smacking me in the chest into a land of euphoria.
Slowing down, trying to catch my breath, my cock still throbbing between her legs, I take a deep breath and link her hands with mine only to press them against the door behind her.
“Fuck,” I say on a heavy breath, my forehead still pressed against hers.
As our bodies start to recover, air filling our lungs again, I start to worry what’s going to happen next, what she might say.
But when her fingers grip mine, squeezing hard, and when she presses a soft kiss against my lips, the nerves twisting my stomach into knots eases.
Pressing another sweet kiss to my lips, she quietly says, “I think we might need to change.”
A chuckle rumbles out of me. “Uh, I need to for sure.”
“Change and then go to bed?” She kisses my lips again, this one a little deeper.
