Glimpses

Chapter 7

October 3rd, 2021

What started out as a slow and delicate kiss, had taken a rapid course for something much more urgent. Tongues entwined, probing each-other's mouths, tasting the lingering scotch. His hand squeezed her breast through the thin sweater she was wearing, making her want to shed that layer as quickly as she could. The feverish kiss hardly parted so she could, both of their mouthes looking visibly reddened by their former intensity.

That deeply seductive, almost cocky smile, that decorated his face as he took in her eagerness, haunted her still.

Rory's fingers clumsily fidgeted with the buttons of his dress shirt, finally exposing his chest. He had the chest Rory was not really used to just being able to touch like that - it was the kind of chest one saw in magazines - lean muscles and a nice firm sixpack - and all hers to indulge in. She was just beginning to feel comfortable doing this with him, it was her second, fine - technically third, time with him. But with each time they were more both confident, and also demanding - knowing what they wanted from the other, and able to ask it.

His hand ventured up, undoing her bra, which couldn't have happened soon enough, as she ached for his touch. Her hands cradled his head, fingers twining into his blonde head of hair.

With their lips locked, Rory's body was pinned between the wall, a blue The New Pornographers poster to be exact, and his need, his bulge pressing against her core. She'd never felt such force before. It was allconsuming. Rory gyrated her hips against him, telling him in her wordless way how much she wanted him - it would be a while until she was actually express what she wanted with actual words. But already now she couldn't get enough of him.

His hands brushed strongly against her skin, grabbing her in a way that was a little controlling yet at the same time somehow gentle, causing her to moan.

Hastily he stepped out of his pants and shoes, not caring if he ruined the fine Italian leather in the process. Rory's vision was hazed, being high on him, lips still remaining in contact, while he did that. Rory was wearing a skirt, thank god, and as per some miracle her brand knew thigh-highs, which she had decided to spend her last laundry money on at the last minute, having learned the last time that he had thing for lingerie, not wanting to dissapoint him.

But he still seemed too far, and her knee went up to his hip, craving more of him. She had no idea if they could actually hold that position, butrright now she wanted to feel more of him. She was rewarded by his bulge pressing right against her clit, almost making her go crazy with need. His strong grip grabbed her around her thighs and lifted her up.

On instinct Rory wrapped her legs around his hips, her calves now locking as the passionate kiss intensified, their hips humping together.

His forcefulness made her grunt as he entered, having just pushed aside her stretchy thong, leaving her breathless at the intensity of the move. He held her up like no guy had ever held before, as if she was as light as a feather, while he pistoned in and out of her wetness. The slapping sounds still echoed in her mind, its pace picking up. He felt so good.

Suddenly the feeling of fullness disappeared, and something, someone, turned her around, pressing her with her chest against the wall roughly. The hands that fondled her breast from behind her felt different, they were different. Cupping her breast he squeezed her nipples between his fingers. Rory definitely knew that squeeze, she also knew who knew how much she liked it. She moaned, forehead and palms against the wall, red brick wall this time, and she bent herself a little and raised her lower body onto her tiptoes, aiding him for better access. An unprotected sheath entered her, she could tell - and filled her with his warmth to the brim.

His thrusts were slower, more deliberate, but without a doubt dominant. Then a low murmur whispered to her ear, "I'm going to fuck you so hard," the voice warned. "I'm going to fuck you so hard that I'll knock you up again," the voice echoed.