Intimacy

He didn't pull out. He didn't have to, and so they were able to stay connected, limbs entwined, just looking at each other, until the waves of ecstasy receded. Jess slowly started to notice the world around themselves – the warm light, the distant sound of a car passing by, the temperature of the room. He extended his arm to grab the throw and Rory sighed, as if afraid of loosing contact so soon. But he didn't plan to, and just covered them as well as he could so he didn't have to. Rory smiled shyly when he was back looking at her. He smiled back, and she caressed his face. He closed his eyes, enjoying her loving touch. He couldn't believe he was there, still inside Rory, her warmth so close, her sweet smell all around him, and that he would be able to hold her all night, to wake up by her side, to bring her back to life with kisses, to make love to her again, and then some more. He wanted to make sure. He opened his eyes. She was still looking at him.

"I thought I lost you there."

He shook his head. He wanted to ask her a thousand things but was afraid of speaking. "So, today is our day, huh?"

She laughed. "Already thinking about that?"

He nodded. He liked what her laughing felt like with her body all around him.

"You're such a stud."

He laughed and kissed her. "Go on, confess it – you love it."

She blushed and looked at him intently. "Yeah, I love it." He smiled back. "But I can't feel my limbs anymore. I'm afraid I lost them."

He run his hands softly over her thighs. She sighed. "Nah, I think you're alright. But I'm a bit concerned. What do we do now?"

She seemed worried. "What do you mean?"

"I don't want to pull out but I want to bring you a glass of water." He saw relief on her face. "Like, do we stay like this forever now? Is it not going to make it weird at work?"

She laughed again while caressing his arm. "I guess we could telework."

"And how would we skype?"

"Awkwardly. But seriously, I don't need anything right now. This is perfect."

He stroked her face. "Yeah."

"So… was it perfect for you too?"

She was insane. "Where you there at all? Are you serious?"

"Well, yeah! I mean, I was, but we said a lot earlier and there was such a build-up… I feel really vulnerable right now."

"You know what the problem is, Ror? That whichever way I put it – and it hurts saying this, because I'm a writer – is going to dampen what just happened and I really don't want to."

She smiled. "Thanks. That was perfect."

"So?"

"So, what?"

"So, I have a heart, too! Say something, woman!"

She laughed and he stroked her back. "I cannot surpass what you said! Trying is a huge burden!" He feigned hurt. "You're an idiot. You know how it was but you just want me to be embarrassed saying it so I blush."

"Well… yeah. You get so pretty. Still, it would be nice. "

She smiled and kissed him. "Alright. You've ruined me for the world. There. Happy?"

He grinned. He had never felt happier. "Very."

"So, on the count of three?"

He nodded and she started the countdown. "Wait!" She seemed confused. He kissed her hard, catching her unawares and using the distraction to pull out. He broke the kiss and looked at her. "Better?"

She kissed him back, pressing all her body against his. "Thanks." Her stomach rumbled.

"OK, so… food?"

"What time is it?"

"Who cares?" He looked over her shoulder anyway and checked his alarm clock. "8:00. Great."

"Great, how?"

"So I can hunt for you and then bring you back here before you doze off. So, in or out?"

"Huh… in! We could order something."

"Or I could cook. I went shopping this morning."

"Yay! I'd love to see you cook!"

He knew that her interest was genuine but teased her all the same. "Hey, have some confidence there!"

"No, I mean it, I would really like it, perhaps I could even learn. I've been thinking about it. My wallet would be happy."

"OK. Do you want a shower first? Can I join you? Did you bring you duck PJs? Can you please wear them?"

"Yes, no, no and definitely not. I brought very serious PJs."

"Do you want one of my t-shirts? I'm scared of serious PJs, I worry they will want me to fill tax returns in the morning." He just wanted her to get comfy in some of his clothes so she would leave her smell on them.

"Yeah! What can you offer?"

He sat up and put his boxers on, and then went to his wardrobe. "Very old Metallica T-shirt from days past. It's nice and over washed, so soft." He threw it at her. She took it and smelled it deeply. He loved that. "I'm a bit embarrassed to say this, but if smell is what you are after, I could lend you the jewel of the crown."

She feigned disgust, but seemed excited. "Ugh!"

"You'll be the judge of that." He grabbed a fine dark green robe from a hanger. "It's my writing robe. I wear it on Sundays when I lazy around and, well, write. It makes me feel really literary and manly."

"Meaning you don't wash it often."

He laughed. "Not so much as t-shirts, no, for some obscure reason. I'm starting to feel really embarrassed about it."

She moved forward, stretching out her hand enthusiastically. She was holding the throw to cover her breasts with her spare hand. "Give it to me! I want to assess."

He threw it to her and she dropped the throw to sink her head in it, inhaling deeply. He caught a brief glimpse of her breasts before his bundled robe covered them again. "Yes, this! Oh, it smells so good." She went at it again. "What a beauty. It's very manly."

He jumped on the bed, making a gesture to take it back from her, but she pushed him away. It was all a false pretense to get closer to her naked body. "Hey, I want it back! I don't know why I lent it to you, it's making you all weird! Give it back, Gollum!"

She turned to protect it with her body while smelling it. The throw, that had been covering her from her waist down, wasn't long enough to screen her when she turned, revealing her bare ass. She didn't have time to notice, Jess was already behind her, his whole body pressing against hers.

"That's so sexy. Are you really hungry?" He grabbed her ass and ground against it. He could not believe it, but he was getting hard again.

She sighed. "I don't know anymore."

He grabbed her breasts with both hands from behind and kissed her neck. She pressed her ass against him. He whispered in her ear, "I really like the way you smell, too."

She moaned and put her hand on top of his, as if urging him to press on, and he grabbed her breast harder. She turned her face and kissed him. His tongue went deep into her mouth. Both started grinding against each other firmly. He was really turned on by being in contact with a new part of her body and felt bold. He pushed her softly so she lied on her belly, and started caressing her back from the neck up to her thighs. He could tell she was really turned on as well, uttering incoherent sounds while squeezing her legs tight. He caressed her ass softly and then grabbed one cheek, massaging it. She started whimpering and that made him wild. He took his boxers off and put a finger inside her. She was so warm and wet, he couldn't believe he was that hard again.

"You make me so wild, Ror." She turned her head and looked at him. She was flushed, shaken with desire. Foreplay be damned. He straddled her and entered her while she never stopped looking at him, opening her mouth in a silent moan, and she was so smooth that he thought he would lose it. He started pushing softly, caressing the low of her back. She grabbed the cover of the bed and lifted her hips just so he could push harder. He grabbed her hips and thrusted more purposefully, and both cried. Soon after Rory crossed her legs behind him and his brain shut. She felt so amazing he was not going to last. He slowed down.

"Is something wrong?"

He panted. "You felt too good. I couldn't take it. I was going to explode. I'll be fine in a sec."

"That's the whole point, you idiot!" She wiggled out and sat on her knees in front of him. "Will you stop?"

He was confused. "What's wrong?"

She punched his arm. She was so sexy when she was mad at him. And naked on top of that. She used to repress all her annoyance, and he was glad she wasn't doing that anymore. "I want you to come, too, you know? Like I was so happy there because you let go and it felt amazing and it was pure you, unrestrained. I was loving it. I couldn't care less about myself."

He smiled. "Really?"

She still seemed annoyed. "Yeah!"

"But it's tough to do that! It's really hardwired, you know? I've been keeping control for years with you, I can't just revert to full ape."

"Oh, is that it?"

"Yeah!"

"Well, we'll need to start with small steps, then."

She pushed him down on the bed.

"What are you doing?"

She pointed a finger at him. He had never been so turned on. "You're not in charge tonight, I am, and I'll decide who comes first."

He let out a groan and she mellowed. She stood by his side, on her knees, and started caressing his chest and arms. She traced the line of hair until his erection, and then took it lightly with her small hand. It was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He grabbed her breast and watched her move her hand up and down, slowly.

"Tell me… tell me how you like it." She had been so self-assured a minute ago that it was really endearing that she had reverted back to shy Rory. He recognized what was going on, it was the same for him – she also wanted to be the best for him. And she was, he couldn't string two words together, so he just let his head back and shut his eyes. She heard her concede. "Good".

She started stroking with more pressure, but kept a deliciously slow rhythm. That was Rory Gilmore masturbating him, and she was doing a great job at it. He suddenly felt a change, though, and opened his eyes to check what was going on. She was about to put his hardness in her mouth. She saw him look and warned him, "I'm not stopping till the end."

He nodded – he could barely manage anything else. And since she wasn't going to stop, he looked at her. He saw her close her eyes when she put him in her mouth. He saw her lick him while she stroke him, and moan as if she was taking as much pleasure as he was. He tried to stifle an involuntary hip thrust but only half managed. She didn't pull back, though, she actually sucked him harder and whimpered. He caressed her hair, mesmerized, and she looked up at him, his erection still in her mouth, and took him deeper, never backing off when his tip pressed the depth of her throat. He couldn't repress a hip thrust, then, and she moaned harder. He grabbed her shoulder, warning her, but she just took him deeper. He considered holding back, and for a split second he thought about getting out of her mouth. It was hard for him, it was hard to let go after so many years doing the exact opposite, and it scared him to not have to. But then she looked at him again and it was a loving, welcoming look she gave him, and so he came, collapsing on the bed. Soon Rory was by his side, holding him close, nuzzling his neck. He was suddenly afraid of their month coming to an end and embraced her strongly, searching her face for a kiss. She kissed him back chastely, with her mouth closed, but he grabbed the back of her neck and she gave in, opening her mouth to his. He roamed her body with his free hand, grabbing her hip. She squirmed under his touch and he smiled, placing his hand between her legs.

"OK, you win – you'll come last."