I replaced my fingers with my cock, sliding into him with one long pump of my hips. Cory’s entire body shuddered, and he grabbed the sheets, head thrashing about like he wanted to die over it all.
“Don’t,” I said again.
“I’m right there, darling. I’m so close for you.”
“I’ll be fast then,” I promised.
Above most things in life, Cory cared about my pleasure. If he didn’t want me to come first, he would have said as much, even from his pretend role as submissive. Besides, I asked his limits, and he’d told me not to go easy.
Curling my fingers around the backs of his thighs, I hiked his knees up toward his ears and made quick work of my own orgasm. Every thrust of my hips punched a tortured breath out of Cory’s lungs. His nails scored marks into my back, and he whispered to me, “I love you. I love you. I’m sorry,” and it was all over.
With enough force to dislodge the mattress from the frame, I came inside of my future husband with a roar. There wasn’t anything I couldn’t do with him or for him, and nothing would change that. Even if he was distracted or distant, our roles and our relationship was steadfast. I saw it now.
I understood.
Understood clearly as Cory shoved me off of him and flipped me onto my back. With a desperate groan, he buried his face between my ass, spearing me open with his tongue and hisfingers. I shook beneath him the entire time, my orgasm still rolling through me and his attention doing nothing to quiet the waves of it.
“I’m going to feel you for weeks,” he whispered into my ear, adjusting himself above me before sinking all the way inside.
My eyes rolled back, and he started to move, using his narrow hips to keep my legs open as he pummeled into me. He was a shaky mess himself, and it wasn’t more than a minute or two before he went rigid above me, cum pulsing hot and deep into my ass.
With a loud exhale, Cory collapsed on top of me, cock still lodged inside of me. I wrapped my arms around his back to hold him there, not wanting him to ever leave. Tangling my legs around his thighs, I shifted us onto our sides because while he was smaller than me, the weight of him was still a thing.
“We should do that more,” he murmured, kissing my chest.
I kissed the top of his head. “It will be nice to not have to make the bed when we’re done.”
He chuckled, pumping his hips again.
“I am sorry,” he whispered. “I haven’t been giving you the things you need.”
“You’ve given me everything I’ve ever wanted,” I told him. “And everything I need. It was…selfish of me to want all of your attention.”
“No.”
“Yes.”
“Darling,” he protested.
“Cory.”
“Reese.”
I dug my fingers into his sides. “Sir.”
“Watch it, unless you want to get fucked again.”
“I always want to get fucked again,” I told him. “But I mean it. You were busy because you’ve been planning ourwedding, and I was just…”
“Just nothing.” Cory leaned back a bit, pressed his fingertips against my cheeks, and slowly swirled them down toward my jaw, then he cradled my face in his hands. He wanted to kiss me, but he’d have to pull out all the way to reach.
I chuckled, smiling down at him with a raised brow.
“I can do both,” he promised. “I will always do both.”
And I believed him.
CHAPTER 7
