Sail Away With Me (Rory McCann)

What Are You Waiting For

"That's a dress" Rory coughed as Tori opened her apartment door.

She was wearing a knee length black dress which was pretty plain, but rather hugging to her body. With a pair of grey boot socks, black ankle boots and a short dark grey jacket, Tori had thought it perhaps I little too casual, but Rory couldn't keep his eyes off her.

"So where are we going?"

"Only to the best restaurant in Belfast," he smiled and reached our his hand to take hers.

As though they had never been apart, the couple walked hand in hand until she suddenly realised where they were heading. The port.

"Your boat?" She laughed.

"Aye. Been slaving away all evening. Might need some help with dessert though," he winked and helped her on to the boat.

"Oh I bet you will."

Rory had never been one for big romantic gestures. Their love for each other didnt need big bouquets of red Rose's or diamonds. This time Rory had really gone out of his way though. In the sitting room, the table and sides were filled with lite candles. Soft gentle music was playing in the background and the smell of spaghetti  filled the air.

"Mr. McCann you have been busy."

Rory remained silent as he led her to the table and poured two glasses of her favourite red wine. Tori could not hide the smile on her face as she watched him head back to the small kitchen.

"Fuck," he hissed after a while as he jumped back from the oven and shook his hand around.

"Need a hand?" She asked as something crashed to the floor and he cursed again.

As she moved around the counter and saw the dinner all over the floor with a grumpy Rory staring at it.

"Its fucking ruined," he grumbled and slammed the oven gloves down on the side.

"It's just food. Come on, go put a clean top on and I'll clean it up".

Finally, he turned to look over at her and eventually a small smile crept across his lips. "Maybe we should have just gone to a real restaurant."

"No way. I'd much rather be here," she smiled and stepped over to him as he wrapped his arms around her waist.

"You're fucking perfect," he whispered into her ear.

As he went to get changed, Tori cleaned up the mess from the floor and put the pots to soak. With a quick look in his fridge, she quickly got to making some cheese on toast. By the time he came back, she was sat at the table with there new meal and a fresh glass of wine.

"Mr. McCann your dinner is ready," she smirked.

"I was suppose to make this special for you. You deserve better than some cheese on toast."

"I love cheese on toast though."

"Even though cheese on toast is old and boring."

She knew they weren't talking about the actual cheese on toast anymore. "The best cheeses are matured and you can always add some hot sauce."

"I do love hot sauce,"

"I know you do," she smiled.

Surrounded by candles, the couple dived into their dinner. Laughing and drinking for hours as they remembered old times and she updated him on the latest set gossip.

"So for dessert?" She smiled.

"Fuck, I forgot about that," he sighed and ran his hand over his head.

"Well... I have one idea," she giggled and quickly jumped back up from the table and went to the fridge.

Sat at the back of the small fridge was an unopened can of whipped cream. Smiling to herself, she hid it behind her back as she walked back to the table and sat down. "Close your eyes and give me your hand."

With a suspicious look he slowly closed his eyes and held out his hand. Biting her lip, she popped open the lid and squirted some of the cream onto his finger. When he heard the noise of the cream he quickly opened his eyes and smiled.

As she locked eyes with him, she slowly moved her lips of his finger and began to suck the cream off. Wide eyed, he watched as she continued to suck.

"Dessert," she smiled as she moved her mouth away.

"My turn," he laughed and grabbed the cream from her hand.

"Oh really, and where exactly-"

"Take your dress off," he interupted her with a more serious tone.

"As you command."

Rory watched intently as she pulled the black dress over her head. Underneath she was wearing a laced black bra with a matching thong. He was instantly hard for her.

Trying to remain focused, he squirted the cream across her cleavage and then buried his face into it. Tori instantly began laughing as he slowly reached around to unbuckle the clips of her bra. As her bra slid away, she slowly moved to straddle his lap. Straight away she could feel the size of his hardened manhood underneath her and began grinding her body on him.

"I need you," he groaned out as he moved his face from her chest.

"Then what are you waiting for," she smiled and wiped the cream off his cheek.

In a hungry desperation, he slammed his lips against hers and pulled her up to lay back onto the table. Clinging onto the edges, she tried to slow her breathing as he pulled down her pants and slowly kissed up her inner thigh. When she felt his warm tongue her entire body melted into the table and her eyes rolled into the back of her head. As he continued to tease her body to the edge of ecstasy, he used his fingers to warm her body up for what was to come.

It wasn't long until she slammed her head back and cried out his name. A sudden rush of coolness washing over her body from head to toe. Only he could ever make her feel that good.

As she slowly came down from her climax, still spread out of the table as he moved back from the seat and went to stand on the other side. Placing his large hands on her hips, he twisted her around to face him before slowly pulling of his shirt and undoing his jeans. Tori had managed to find the strength to lean up now as she looked over his body and lipped her lips.

"The way you looking at me - your driving me wild woman" he hissed as she placed his hands on the top of her thighs and slowly pulled them apart.

"The way you cry out my name," he continued on as he placed the tip of his hardness at her entrance.

"The way you taste,"

"The way you feel."

"Rory," she cried.