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“This bed is crazy but a lot of fun,” I pronounce happily when he reaches out to pull me into the circle of his arms.
“Certainly more fun with you in it.”
I hug him a little tighter, and soon, the gentle rocking has me slipping into an exhausted sleep.
***
Sunday
I wake warm, contented, and aching in all the right places. My inner walls had a serious workout last night, and I feel fabulous. The way Rory devoured every inch of flesh from my clit to my channel, then stretched me around his thick cock, replays in my mind. I expect this won’t be the first or last time I remember those moments of ecstasy.
Who knew it was even possible to orgasm three times in one night? Not me, but I do now.
Sometime during the night, we came together again. That time it was slower and more heartbreakingly gentle but just as explosive. I’m realizing the benefits of taking a lover who is older and experienced rather than wasting my time with way-too-eager young lads. Maybe it’s just that Rory is especially skilled as a lover, exceptional among men of all ages. Whatever the reason, I don’t really care. Because all I can think of lying here rolled up close to the heat of his naked body is that I want a repeat. Each orgasm the man delivered last night was bigger and better than the one before, and I’m wondering how high we can go.
The bed shifts beneath me with a gentle swell of water, and seconds later, a large hand grips my hip and pulls me closer. His morning wood firm against my lower back is an obvious sign that he’s wide awake.
His palm is a heavy caress as he reaches around my body and between my legs. Oh yes, this is what I was imagining.
One finger trails along my damp seam on a voyage of discovery, teasing my thighs apart with each swipe before stopping at my clit. He rubs slow circles over it with his thumb.
“Morning, princess,” he murmurs into my ear. “Have you been having dirty thoughts without me?”
“Maybe. What do you plan to do about it?”
“Plenty,” he growls, then his mouth clamps down on the soft skin of my exposed neck, marking me. The stirrings of an orgasm intensify. My body seems to recognize his touch this morning.
His mouth, hand, and hard cock—now imprinting itself into my back.
He plunges two fingers into me, then three, and my walls clench greedily around them.
A whimpered, “Yes,” slips from my lips.
Damn, he’s good.
My hips rock, riding his hand as sensations I’ve never felt before skitter up my body, increasing in intensity, until with a whoosh, I explode, releasing pleasure that coats his fingers.
A shower of fiery sparks flashes behind my closed eyelids.
An audible groan is yanked from deep within my chest around the region of my heart.
Another orgasm later, and we finally crawl out of the bed and into the shower. It’s another hour before we’re dressed. I shrug my arms into my leather jacket, knowing I’ll need to go home to change before going to the hospital to visit my mother. The questions she’d grill me with if I turned up in my gold dress from last night don’t bear thinking about. I’m not ready to share my thoughts about Rory with anyone, mainly because they confuse me.
It was only one night, but the sexual chemistry between us was something I’d never experienced before. I don’t understand how that depth of connection is even possible after only a couple of days.
Standing in front of the full-length mirror, I run my fingers through my hair before pulling it up into a messy bun on the top of my head. That will have to do until I can brush it at home. In the reflection, Rory appears behind me, his arms slipping around my waist. I place my hands on his forearms, my gaze focusing on the way the veins track down to his large hands. Every inch of his body looks and feels like perfection.
“I need to go visit my mother,” I murmur, hoping this moment isn’t the end of us but not knowing how we can be more.
“I know.”
“What are you planning to do today?” I hate how desperate the question sounds, so with a forced smile, I add, “More buildings to visit?”
“No.” He leans over my shoulder and places a trail of kisses on my neck, and I tilt my head to give him better access. When he reaches my ear, he whispers, “I was hoping we could spend more time together.” He drops another string of three kisses on my neck. My head falls back against his shoulder. “Maybe after you finish visiting your mother?”
Through hooded eyes, I watch his reflection in the mirror. I like how we look together. Like we belong.
“Do you want to come with me to see her?”
