ReCAP: A NORMAL Novella (14 page)

She laughs as I take in her bare breasts for
the first time, and my mouth takes full advantage, tasting and
sucking. Rory throws her head back and moans loudly. It sets me on
fire. I watch her carefully, taking in her reactions, figuring out
what she likes, imprinting it in my mind.

I push my hand between her
thighs, and revel in the way her hips move in rhythm with it, and
it’s all I can do not to tear the denim shorts right off of her.
Instead, I make quick work of the button and zipper, and the sound
she makes when I move my hand so I can remove her shorts – like she
needs me there – it almost dissolves my patience.

I can’t help my smirk, and I decide to
return the torment she’s been inflicting on me since the day we
fucking met. I peel her shorts down slowly, but once they’re gone,
there’s nothing covering her but her swimsuit bottoms, and I take
in every perfect inch of her I can see.

“So beautiful.” The words fall out of my
lips all on their own accord, and I press soft kisses to her
stomach, loving her reaction as she arches toward my mouth.

I slide my lips over the top of her scar,
her perfect imperfection, because though I hate the way she got it,
it is a sign of her incredible strength – her resilience – and it’s
as beautiful as the rest of her.

“You have no idea how much I’ve thought
about this, baby,” I confess against her hot skin. I half think I’m
dreaming, I’ve fantasized about this so many damn times.

“Oh God, Sam,
please
,” she begs, fucking
begs
, and it’s all I can do not to explode on the
spot.

She writhes toward my mouth with need, and I
have a thought. A suspicion, really. Because the way she’s
pleading, the way her body is begging me as much as her words…

I pull back, just enough to meet her
eyes.

“Rory… you’ve had an orgasm before, right?”
I keep my voice gentle, not wanting to embarrass her, but if she’s
only been with her ex, and he only ever hurt her during sex…

She blinks at me with wide, beautifully
lust-filled eyes.

“He ever make you come?” I ask her. “Before
it got bad, I mean? You ever make yourself come?” I watch her
carefully, and I suspect I already know the answer, and somehow, it
makes me even more aroused, if that’s even possible.

“I… I’m not sure,” she whispers, and I stare
at her, astounded for a moment, before I recognize the opportunity
in front of me.

You can’t not be sure. She’s either come
before, or she hasn’t. And she hasn’t.

“Oh,
baby
, if
you’re not sure, then you haven’t, trust me.”

I kiss her hungrily, feeling humbled and
grateful. I hate that her ex did what he did, and I hate that he
stole her virginity from her. Part of it is hypocritical, because I
would very much like to have been the one to have that unfathomable
honor, even though I am far from a virgin myself. But mostly, I
hate the fact that she was robbed of the right to choose whom she
gave that extraordinary privilege to.

But right now, Rory is choosing me. I’m
taken with an overwhelming sense of humility, and I can’t help but
be thankful for the opportunity in front of me. Because I can give
her
this
first. I can give her pleasure
she never even imagined. And fuck if I’m going to pass that up.

I lick and suck my way down her neck,
peeling her bathing suit bottoms down her legs. I take a moment to
take in the sight of the beautiful, libidinous creature before me.
I can honestly say I’ve never seen anything more beautiful,
anything sexier, in my eighteen years.

“Fucking beautiful,” I whisper in
appreciation.

Inside my board shorts I swell to a painful
state, and I push them off and toss them to the floor. I know I
need to get inside her soon, before I lose my mind.

But not yet.

First I’m going to make sure she gets this
experience, from me, and I know the best way to ensure she gets
there.

The way she looks at me satisfies me deeply.
I suck on the skin of her shoulder, which I’ve long wanted to
taste, and I hear a small giggle above me.

I look up at her and raise my eyebrows. “You
know, baby girl, laughter isn’t exactly what a guy wants to hear
when a girl sees him naked for the first time,” I tease her.

She laughs again, and it’s such a goddamned
beautiful sound. “I’m sorry,” she murmurs, but there’s still
amusement in her voice.

“What is it, Ror? Come on, we’re naked, it’s
definitely not time to get all shy on me.” I don’t know what’s
suddenly got her all giggly, but as adorable as it is, I want her
back to desperate, because I need her that way to take her to
fucking heaven.

She looks a little embarrassed, but she
answers anyway. “It’s just that… you’re… so much bigger than
him
.”

Well,
hell
.

Her words stroke my ego, mixing perfectly
with my fervent desire to create the headiest feeling in the world.
I’m pretty confident in this particular area, I have enough
experience for sure, but Rory’s opinion is the only one that
matters anymore, and I can’t help my wicked smirk.

“Now that
is
exactly what a man wants to hear,” I tell her. I
love
that she said it. I love that she didn’t say it
to
stroke my ego, but because she was
honestly thinking it, and it fills me with renewed purpose.

I kiss my way down her chest, licking into
her belly button and below, and kiss down her scar. The scent of
her arousal invades my senses, making my hard-on jerk with
impatience.

“You’re fucking perfect,” I tell her
honestly, and then I kiss the inside of her thighs.

“
Sam
.”

She’s begging again. It’s like nothing I’ve
ever heard, but she doesn’t need to, because I’m going to give her
exactly what I’m not even sure she knows she needs.

I look down between her thighs, at the most
perfect feminine form in existence, and breathe deeply, savoring
the anticipation. This is as much for me as it is for her. Because
I am fucking
dying
to taste her.

I peek up at her, making sure to read her
eyes, just in case she’s having doubts, because it might kill me,
but I swear to God, if she wants me to, I’ll stop.

“You trust me, baby?” I ask her. I think she
knows what I’m about to do, and her adamant nod is incredibly
gratifying.

I kiss her between her legs, just the way
I’d kissed her mouth earlier, licking and sucking, and tasting as
much as I possibly can.

“Sam!” she cries out above me, and it
encourages me further.

I move my tongue in the right spot, finding
the rhythm that makes her hips move with me.

I slide the hand that isn’t holding her open
for me up her tense thigh, until I find my target.

Fuck
, she’s so wet,
and not just from my mouth. She tastes incredible, and I could
feast on her all day. Vaguely I wonder if I’m enjoying this even
more than she is, but her soft moans and whimpers above me tell me
that I’m doing something right.

I slowly push two fingers into her, and I
gasp at the perfect tightness. Her body sucks my fingers inside,
and she clenches around me, trying to hold me there, and I grin
against her.

I move them around in time with my tongue,
slowly at first, and then faster and harder, until she’s fucking my
mouth, and my fingers are giving it right back to her.

I relish her panting breaths, the way her
body moves with me, and I lick and suck like my life depends on it,
wanting to consume as much of her mind-blowing taste as I can.

“Fuck, Ror, you are so fucking
sweet
,” I growl into her body.

She pushes against me and her long strangled
moan fills the room as she pulses and throbs against my mouth, her
body contracting around my fingers so tightly that I nearly come on
the spot.

Holy fucking fuck
.
It’s the most erotic thing I’ve ever seen, ever heard, ever felt. I
feel like I’ve been transported inside every fantasy I’ve ever had,
and some even my imagination couldn’t have fathomed.

I want to stop to watch her, but this is
about her, so I keep doing what I’m doing, slowing gradually until
the last bit of pleasure has been wrung from her body.

I carefully withdraw my fingers, and move
over her, stroking them over her hot, flushed stomach, and watching
her angel-face gasping for breath, eyes shut tight.

I’m brimming with pride. It flows through
me, filling my ego until it’s big enough to burst. I feel like I’ve
just achieved the world’s greatest accomplishment. Unbridled joy
swarms my chest; I feel completely elated. I showed Rory what real
pleasure feels like. No one else.
Me
.
Because she chose me. And whatever happens with the rest of my
life, I will always have this. I feel incredibly powerful in this
moment, like I can do fucking
anything
.

But she’s the one with the real power,
because she’s the one who gave this to me, and I watch her, utterly
riveted, until her eyes finally flutter open.

“Hi,” she whispers, and I give her a cocky
grin; I can’t help it.

“Hi,” I say back, and then kiss her with
everything I feel – all of the love, all of the power, all of the
insane desire burning in every cell of my body.

I climb over her, still kissing her, and she
wraps her legs around me, pulling me right where I want to be, and
a deep groan of pleasure makes its way up my throat and fills the
room.

But I have a sudden fear that we’re moving
too fast. What if I push her too far? I’ve never been one to take
it slow, but then, I’ve never had a relationship. What’s the point
of waiting for sex when the whole point
was
sex? But everything is different with Rory, and
we only kissed for the first time less than twenty-four hours ago.
What if this isn’t right? Even though it feels
so
fucking right.

“We can wait, Ror,” I tell her. “I can do
that again, if you like.” I can’t help my smug smirk, because I
could spend the entire afternoon making her come with my mouth over
and over again, and never get bored.

“No, Sam,” she whispers, her voice hoarse
with renewed desire, “I want
you
.”

God
, I never much
cared for girls who were talkers in bed, because most of the time,
it’s fake as hell. But
Rory
– every word
she says, every sound she makes, is fucking
real
, just like the rest of her, and I’m desperate
for anything she wants to tell me, any sigh or whimper, because it
has as much of a physical effect on me as her touch.

She grinds her hips against me and I nearly
lose it. My head flies back and I grunt into her neck. “
Fuck
.”

Control
. I need to
stay in control.

I meet her eyes, trying to figure out the
right thing. If I should just take her word for it, or if we should
be waiting. That’s what they say, right? That the best things are
worth waiting for?
She’s
worth waiting
for; I know that. I could wait for her. I just need to know for
sure that she’s doing this right now, like she said, because
she
wants to, and not for any other
reason. Not because she thinks it’s what
I
want. Because although it certainly is, respecting her, making sure
she’s truly ready for this when we do it, is what I really want
more than anything, even this.

“Sam, if I didn’t want to be here with you
right now, I wouldn’t be here with you, okay?” she says
meaningfully. And I believe her; I do, I’m just worried that after
everything she’s been through, maybe I should make the call to wait
anyway.

I consider her, weighing my jumbled
thoughts, because right now, I’m more turned on than I’ve been in
my life, but it’s more than that. It’s an emotional need to be as
close to her as possible, to be connected to her,
in
her, and I try to figure out if she’s feeling the
same thing.

“Please,” she begs again, as if she knows
exactly what hearing it does to me. “I need you, Sam.
Inside me
.”

Yeah, I’m done.

I slam my eyes closed, because those words
in her voice are too much, and looking at her at the same time,
that will make the choice for us, because I’m going to lose it like
a virgin in a whorehouse before I even get the chance to give her
what she wants.

“
God
, Ror, if
you’re going to say things like
that
, I’m
barely going to make it inside you, baby,” I tell her, my voice so
desperate I barely even sound like me.

“Well then don’t make me ask you again. Are
you really going to make me beg you after last night? You know I
have more bathing suits like that one to torture you with,” she
jokes, but her words finally get through to me.

I’ve lost my goddamned mind. Rory is naked
below me, literally begging me to take her, and I’m making her
wait.

I jump off the bed to get a condom.

“I’m on the pill.” Her voice hypnotizes me.
I stare at her. “And they, um, tested me in the hospital. After…
you know. I’ve never been with anyone else.”

“I trust you, Rory.” She’s got to be kidding
me. As if the thought she had anything even crossed my fucking
mind. “And just so you know, I’ve never not worn a condom. Not
once.” It’s true.

Rory nods, but I’m still frozen. The reality
of what she’s telling me is too much. I want inside her so badly I
can’t think of a single thing I wouldn’t do to have her right now,
but the thought of being inside her bare… with nothing between us,
it makes my breath catch.

When I can’t make myself move, Rory grabs
the condom packet and tosses it away.

Holy fuck
.

This girl is amazing. I’m in love with her,
and I’m about to do what I’ve wanted to do since I first saw her,
and without even the slightest barrier. I’ve never even considered
it – safe sex is something that has been ingrained in me since I
hit adolescence. But now that the idea has been planted, I’m
overcome with a sense of excitement I never even imagined.