Perfect

“I’m ready, Rory.”

Rory stared at Lena, the girl he was so fucking in love with sometimes it hurt to even think about. Yeah, he was a virgin, too, but he was proud he’d waited and was going to lose it right along with Lena. She was the only person he wanted to spend his life with. With a shitty father, but a future that looked promising, as long as his girl was by his side, he knew that being with her, and only her, in all ways was the right step for him to take.

He wasn’t ashamed to let everyone know he didn’t fuck around on Lena, that he was waiting until she was ready to have sex with him. He was proud of that. How many guys could say that? Did he have blue balls more times than not? Fuck yeah, he did, but Lena knew just the right things to help him out with that.

Thinking about what they were about to do, about her naked, hot as fuck body on display for him, the smell of her, taste of her, had Rory’s cock so hard it ached.

He’d wait until the end of time if that’s what it took because Rory wasn’t going anywhere. Being with Lena was what he wanted, and having her by his side for the rest of his damn life was a dream come true. She knew about his life, about the shit he had to deal with, but she was still here with him every step of the way.

Having sex tonight hadn’t been in his plans, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t think about it, about Lena, every damn day.

You think about having sex with Lena even when you’re not with her. She’s all you think about.

Yeah, he fucking did.

“Are you sure about this?” he asked again, waiting to make sure she was really ready. She nodded, licked those luscious lips of hers, and he moved closer to her. He was still fully clothed, as was she, and he moved onto the bed.

Rory adjusted his much larger frame over Lena, and she slowly leaned back on the too small bed. His head was pumping hard and fast, his cock so damn hard he felt like the thing would bust right through his jeans. She’d been dancing at the club the whole time, and when he leaned down and ran his tongue along the underside of her jaw, the sweet and salty taste of her sweat had him groaning. Maybe he was a dirty fucker right now, but he didn’t give a shit. Lena was hot no matter what.

He braced his weight on his elbows beside her head, kissing and licking at her throat, at her pulse, and loved when he felt her shift beneath him. She was getting turned on. He knew exactly what to do to get his girl good and ready for him. When he leaned back, his cock throbbing, his balls aching, he saw her cheeks were tinged pink and her pupils were dilated from her arousal.

“I’m sure, Rory,” she said in a soft, arousal-laced voice. He’d heard her sound like that so many times before, and it always had him ready for her. But they’d waited, done everything but had sex, and he’d been content with that. He wanted her good and ready for this, ready for him.

His cock was hard, really fucking hard, and the damn thing pressed against the zipper of his jeans incessantly. He’d jerked off plenty of times in the past three years, maybe too much if he were being honest. All he thought about during those times was this girl, and how much he loved her, wanted her, and would do anything for her.

“And before you ask again, I don’t think you’re rushing me or this.” She pushed up, bracing her upper body on her elbows, and kissed him.

Rory cupped the back of her head, opened his mouth, and pushed his tongue between her lips. He fucked her mouth with his tongue, groaned at the flavor of her, at how sweet she was, how she tasted like the alcohol she’d drunk.

She made this soft sound in the back of her throat, and he felt her shift again, opening her legs wider. Rory moved closer to her, wedging himself between her thighs, and pressed his jean-clad cock against her pussy. They were both still fully clothed, but that didn’t stop him from dry humping her. He moved back and forth against her, harder, adding more pressure.

She broke away, gasping, but he wasn’t going to let her stop this, not even to suck in air. He leaned down again and took control of her mouth with his. She was sweet and addictive, intoxicating and lush. The only thing Rory had ever wanted in his shitty, fucked-up life was this girl right here. Lena Port was the only person for him, the only person he’d ever loved. She made him want to be a better man. Because of her, he actually looked forward to the fucking future.