Perfect

“I want you, want to feel you inside me.” Her mouth was parted, her breathing short, hard pants.

Damn, she couldn’t say that kind of shit, not when he was so far gone as it was, and it was taking all of his self-control not to tear their damn clothing away. As it was, if she kept rubbing him like she was, he’d come right in his jeans like he was a kid just learning that touching his cock felt good.

“You’re mine, Lena,” he said in a hard, possessive voice.

She nodded. “Yes. I’m yours.”

Rory was proprietary of her and made no secret about it to anyone. At school, everyone knew not to mess with her because doing so meant they’d have to deal with him. Being a virgin himself didn’t mean shit when he’d kicked enough asses to have the reputation at school that he didn’t put up with any shit. His size also helped in keeping motherfuckers back. But the life he led with his father, having to come to blows with his old man on more than one occasion, meant Rory had to learn early on to take care of himself.

There were plenty of assholes at school who would love a piece of Lena if they had a chance, but they knew better. Everyone knew better. Yeah, she was his and always would be, no matter what, and being with her right now would make that sealed in fucking steel.

4

Rory stopped thinking about anything that didn’t have to do with him and Lena right now. He leaned down, took her mouth in another hard, deep kiss, and only focused on right here and now. Lena moaned again and moved her hand out from between their bodies to grip onto his biceps again. For several long moments all they did was kiss, move their tongue along the other, and grind their bodies on each other.

She parted her lips wider, smoothed her tongue along the inside of his mouth, and he fucking snapped. It was like all that testosterone, adrenaline, and need just broke the hell loose and saturated him. He groaned, pressed his mouth hard on hers, and took her like he was starving and she was the best fucking meal he’d ever had.

The wet sound of their kiss filled his head, made him feel feral almost. She breathed hard and moaned against his mouth, spread her legs wider, and when she lifted her hips, pressing her pussy on his cock again, driving him insane, he broke away, breathing heavily. His body was tight, his hands shaking with the force he was using to go slow. But Rory kept thinking about them being naked and about how it would feel to have his bare cock inside her pussy, feeling every part of her.

He started kissing her again, needing the flavor of her on him, in him … fuck, he just needed her. Not breaking the kiss this time, he grabbed the edge of her skirt and pushed it up, exposing her creamy, smooth skin. Yeah, he wanted her fucking naked, wanted to look his fill at her body. He wanted them both naked and sweaty, wanted to lick the droplets of perspiration from her breasts, her belly button, and move lower until he was sucking on her pussy. And then after he had his fill of tasting her, he’d push his dick into her virgin pussy, and claim that cherry as much as she was taking his virginity.

Pulling away from her was hard, damn hard. Before he could tear her clothes away, which was the point of him breaking the kiss, Lena sat up and grabbed her shirt. She pulled the material up and over her head, exposing a thin, lacy little bra covering her big tits. When she tossed it aside, she started undoing the button of her skirt, and then pushed the zipper down. Rory felt his pulse beat in the head of his cock, felt his mouth go dry as she got naked for him, and told himself not to come watching her get undressed.

He’d seen her naked plenty of times, but this was different. She was getting naked so they could finally be together. When the skirt was gone and she only wore her bra and panties, he reached out, itching to touch her, and ran a finger along the edge of her bra. She was a lush, curvy girl. She had the kind of curves, the kind of body that had guys jerking off just to the image of what she might look like naked. But no one would ever see her, though. She was his, only his.

Her nipples were hard, poking through the light-colored material. “Good fucking God, baby.”

She reached behind her and unhooked her bra, pushing it off her shoulders and showing him her glorious breasts. Rory couldn’t think straight as he stared at her dark pink nipples. The tips hardened the instant the chilled air touched them. Or maybe it was the fact she was aroused, getting even more turned on because he was staring at her like he wanted to devour her?