Page 133 of Beyond the Stroke

My breath hitches at his words.

“You taste like sin and summer, and I’m never gonna get enough of you.”

With his molten gaze between my thighs, he slips a finger through my center, his knuckle bending to nudge at my entrance before moving upward to circle my clit.

Another soft tease up and down, but this time he sinks his finger inside me.

It’s a simple motion, but I’m mesmerized by how erotic a finger can feel. How connected it makes us.

When I glance up, I see Rory watching me closely. Like he cares about my response. Like he’s cataloging it and taking notes.

His hair falls forward, messy now from my hands.

I can’t take my eyes off him.

I’m struck by the way his broad shoulders tense with focus. How the sight and feel of his hands gripping my thighs, firm but reverent, makes me feel like I’m something both precious and wild.

The slight crease between his brows, like he’s concentrating harder now than he does at the starting block. Like I’m the thing he wants to win more than anything.

Watching him play with me only adds to the tension building between my thighs.

“You want more?” he asks, dipping his head down again to suck my clit.

“Yes.” I sigh.

My fingers weave through his hair, tugging at the thick strands while he buries his tongue inside me. Just like the night of the storm, Rory lets out a moan. It’s a soft whimper that I feel against my core. The telltale signs of my orgasm start to build.

“You feel that?” He presses two fingers inside me now. “How perfect you are around my fingers?”

His fingers continue to pump inside me, but he looks up from between my thighs. When our eyes meet, I’m done for.

Rory’s eyes dark, mouth glistening, a smug little twitch at the corner of his lips.

The sight of him there between my parted thighs, the feel of his fingers stroking, his thumb circling my clit, it’s too much.

All the pent-up emotion and need to hold back releases and my orgasm hits me full force.

“Oh, god. Rory.”

My orgasm comes crashing down on me. Waves of pleasure pulsing as nerve endings fire off one after another. I gasp at the pleasure bearing down on me. And the surge of wetness between my thighs.

Removing his fingers, Rory licks through my center, like he’s savoring me. My legs tremble as rivulets of pleasure continue to flow through my body.

Then, he’s there, hovering over me to capture my mouth with a deep, sensuous kiss.

“You’re so pretty when you come.” He brushes my wild hair away from my face.

“Thanks?” I laugh, feeling weightless. My body is boneless but I manage to push myself up to sitting. “That was…intense. It’s never felt like that before.” I cup his jaw and press my lips to his. “You get a gold star, Rory Shields.”

“I’ll put it next to my medals. But only if it says makes my wife come so fucking hard she squirts.”

“I did not squirt.” I pause, wondering if that’s what the extra wetness between my thighs was. “Did I?”

“Yeah. But don’t worry, I licked up every drop.”

Just staring at him makes my chest ache. I want to make him feel the same. I want a gold star, too.

I reach forward toward the button of his suit pants, but he gently wraps his hand around my wrist to pull me back. A sense of déjà vu tickles my brain.

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