Rory: Hope City, Book 7 by Maryann Jordan (uplifting books for women txt) 📕

over her head as she raised her arms into the air. Her sports bra had a zipper in the front, and he soon freed her breasts, her nipples pebbling as the cool air rushed over her. Facing each other in the same state of undress still made her feel self-conscious until his gaze stayed off her breasts and on her face and he breathed, “You are so beautiful.”

She smiled widely, feeling the heat of blush move over her face. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet, retrieving several condoms. Tossing them onto the bed and his wallet onto her nightstand, her eyes widened. “More than one?”

He grinned and pulled her close again so that their naked chests were pressed together. “Obviously, you haven’t been with anyone recently that had stamina.”

Her face heated even more. “I haven’t been with anyone recently at all.”

At that admission he blinked, his chin jerking slightly. He opened his mouth as though to speak, then snapped it closed, his lips curving softly. He lifted his hand and slowly dragged his finger over her cheek then held her chin between his knuckle and thumb. Leaning closer, he breathed against her lips. “Then I’m honored, sweetheart.”

Their lips melded together once again, and she closed her eyes, allowing the sensations to crash over her. The touch of his lips. The feel of her breasts pressed against the hard planes of his chest. His hand gliding over her bare back to hold her tight. The feel of his erection pressing against her stomach. Barely aware that he shuffled them toward the bed, she gave a little squeak as he scooped her into his arms and placed her gently on the bed. He hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pants and slowly dragged them down her legs, snagging her panties and fuzzy pink socks along the way. Now, she lay completely naked before him, and yet the expression on his face was so reverent she no longer felt self-conscious.

His hands went to his belt, and she heard the leather slide from the buckle. Her senses were on fire, and her hearing was acute. The click of the zipper teeth. The rustling of material as his pants dropped to the floor. The thud of his boots hitting the rug. Before she knew it, he was naked and crawling over her body, lying on his side.

His arm was bent, and he propped his head on his hand. His other hand reached across to cup her cheek, bringing her lips closer, kissing her once again. She lost herself in the feel of his lips, barely aware when his hand moved down her neck, over her breasts, his thumb circling her nipples. She pressed her legs together again as the tingles moved throughout her core and the need for friction zipped through her.

His hand continued on its downward path over her belly and mound, his fingers now circling her clit and moving through her slick folds. Soon, he inserted a finger into her channel, and she gasped, her sound swallowed by the kiss. As his tongue moved over hers, he mimicked the action with his finger plunging in and out. The tight coils twisted, and her hands clenched around his back, pulling him closer.

Suddenly, as though the coils sprung loose, her orgasm rushed over her, and her chest heaved as she panted her way through the release. He released the kiss, and her eyes stayed pinned on him as he slowly pulled his finger from her channel and lifted it to his mouth, sucking her juices.

Eyes wide, she was sure it was the sexiest thing she had ever seen. A smile curved his lips and spread across his face, and she knew she was wrong. Rory McBride, naked in her bed, holding her tight and smiling at her was the sexiest thing she had ever seen.

He shifted over her, resting his weight on his forearms pressed onto the mattress at either side of her head. He sprinkled kisses over her forehead and cheeks and nose before settling on her lips once again. Her legs fell open, cradling his hips. He drew his knees up and pushed himself to the side, snagging a condom and rolling it onto his erection. Shifting back into position, the tip of his cock now pressed against her entrance. With her knees wide, her arms holding onto his shoulders, and a smile on her face, she welcomed him into her body.

She closed her eyes for only a second but found she missed seeing his eyes. As he continued to rock, thrusting slow and easy, she held his gaze and met his smile with one of her own. Soon, her nails dug into his muscles, and her heels locked around his hips. The coil inside tightened again, and she watched as the corded muscles in his neck stood out, his movements now faster and deeper.

Unable to keep her eyes open any longer, she squeezed them shut as lights exploded behind the lids and another orgasm caused her inner muscles to clench around his cock. She worked to pull air into her lungs. She finally looked at him just as his teeth clenched and he groaned, pushing his hips as far as they would go, and she watched in fascination as his own release swept over him, pulsating into her.

His eyes opened, landing on her, and just as his face began to relax, he rolled to the side, his arms banding tightly around her until she was on top. Her hair created a curtain that fell around them. She wanted to kiss him but was afraid of stealing his breath. Giving him a chance to recover, she smiled. “Wow.”

He chuckled from deep inside his chest, and where she lay plastered on top of him, her whole body moved with his mirth, and she smiled even wider.

Having her lie on his chest with her silky, blonde hair falling all around made him want to stay. Hold