Perfect

He continued to move his mouth against hers, not thrusting again for a few seconds, just enjoying this, hoping she did as well. Jerking off didn’t even come close to what this felt like. But it wasn’t just because he was fucking for the first time. He loved this girl more than anything in the world.

He was making love to her.

Rory started moving in and out of her then, his control slipping, breaking. The way her breathing changed, and the fact she wore a glazed-over look of pleasure on her face, had him moving faster inside her. A look down at her chest showed her breasts moving back and forth from his thrusting motion. The mounds were big and more than a handful. They were perfect … she was perfect.

“It feels so good.” She sounded out of breath, and kept clenching and unclenching her fingers on his back, her nails digging into his flesh and making a pleasure-pain sensation course through him.

“Fuck yeah, it does, baby.” He clenched his ass as he thrust deep inside her. “Christ. Fucking hell, Lena, you’ll never know how fucking good you feel to me, how perfect you are.” He was going to come, and really hard, but not before she did. He wanted her to get off, to clench around his cock, finding her pleasure as he found hers. And when he leaned back, gripped her ass with his hand, and watched as he pushed his cock into her and pulled it back out, everything in him stilled. His balls were drawn up and ready to fucking explode.

The sight of the thick length of him stretching her wide, of her pink flesh sucking at him, was his undoing. He placed a thumb on her clit, started rubbing the little nub back and forth, and closed his eyes as he started thrusting in and out of her. A gasp left her, and he felt her clench around him. Opening his eyes, he stared at her face and watched as she came. The sight of her pleasure and the sound of her ecstasy were two of the hottest things he’d ever experienced.

He started pushing his hips forward and pulling them back, faster and harder until he was coming, too. Thrusting into her once, twice, and on the third deep pump, he stilled and came so fucking hard lights danced in front of his vision. Her pussy clenched and relaxed around his cock, and her moans filled his head. His orgasm seemed to go on forever, and every muscle in his body was tense, straining.

When his pleasure finally receded, he collapsed, bracing his elbows by her head and keeping his weight off her.

“Lena, my sweet, sweet Lena.” The words just came from him, his love for this girl so strong it hurt just looking at her sometimes.

Her mouth was by his ear, her breathing hard and ragged. He felt her smile against him, and then she kissed the shell of his ear.

She moved slightly under him, and he rolled off her but curled his arm around her middle and tugged her to his body. Cupping the side of her face, Rory stared at her, smoothed his thumb along her cheekbone, and then leaned in and kissed her. His cock was semi-hard, but the fucking thing started getting stiff again when she opened her mouth and ran her tongue along his. They kissed for long, drugging moments, her breasts pressed to his chest, her nipples hard. Their skin was damp from sweat, slicked, moving together as they got as close as they could. It felt so damn good to have her like this with nothing separating them.

“I hope I didn’t hurt you too badly,” he said against her lips.

“It only hurt for a moment, and then it was …” Her silence got him so damn turned on because he knew exactly what she meant. “It was everything I thought it would be, knew how it would be.” She looked at him from under her lashes.

“It was incredible, and I’ll never forget and want to do it again soon.”

She started chuckling, and he grinned. “Well, that makes two of us.” She smiled and leaned in and kissed him. They lay there for several minutes kissing, their breathing picking up again as her moans filled his head.

“I don’t want this night to ever end, Rory.” She rested her head on his chest, and he shifted on his back, staring at the ceiling.

He didn’t want this night to end either, but he’d have to tell her his plans and hope that she could see they were for the best, for their future.

5

Rory had left Lena’s house at four in the morning, and it had been pretty fucking lucky for them seeing as when he’d got onto the main part of the road he saw her parents’ car driving in the opposite direction. He parked his truck in the gravel driveway, cut the engine, and stared at the piece of shit hovel that he’d only ever known as “home.”