"Yeah?" I teased, hands wandering to the base of her neck, gathering the onyx strands of her hair that sat their, tugging lightly.
Those pretty brown eyes widended as I did, before they shut all together and she sucked in a harsh breath, wriggling over me like she was barely containing herself. "Yeah, and unless you want it overnow, I should warn you that pulling my hair like that is only going to speed things up."
My eyes darted between hers, fingers twitching. "In a bad way?"
Her head shook almost instantly, eyes darkening. "Marcus I'm close to finishing right now."
That fire roared in my stomach as I watched her unravel like a lilac ribbon.
Slowly, as her teeth tugged on her lip again, my fingers gathered whatever strands I could, rolling them in my fist and I slipped her off of me, rising on weak legs, right as she did. Her face was barely level with my chest, but when I tightned my grip on her hair and tugged, she was looking straight at me with those lust filled eyes.
"I didn't peg you as someone to back down from a challenge, angel."
I heard her swallow.
"Now how about you hold on a long as possible, while I take the lead."
Then, I swore her knees buckled.
"Is that okay?"
She nodded almost instantly, her mouth gaped, and that blush she always wore when we were this close painting her cheeks the hottest shade of maroon.
I felt a smirk curl up my face. "Good."
And then, as though the world had unpaused us, we were moving again. I kept my fist in her hair as my other hand lifted her up around my waist, her legs curling round my torso like an instinct. I held the small of her back, while my mouth explored hers again, that fresh rush of tingles lighting my body on fire.
It was useless trying to pretend that she couldn't feel my dick practically impaling her stomach. I was sure I'd never been this rock hard before in my life.
"That's not my gun, by the way." I breathed against her, swapping her lips for her neck.
Cora's head fell back to let me in, her hands rummaging through my hair as she breathed, "Just another weapon capable of ruining me I hope?"
In a heartbeat my smile broke out, and her breathy moan of a laugh filled the room. "You'll find out if you're good."
My hands found their way back to her hair then, tugging and earning me those little moans that were making it harder and harder to not just give in and burrow myself inside her. But I knew all too well that she was the one who needed to decide that. Regardless of who was steering this ship, the island we landed at would always be her choice.
Her lips found my neck, her tongue tracing the fine line tattoos that lived there. "Better be on my best behaviour then."
My head pulled back to find her eyes, kissing her jaw once. "Would you like that?"
Those glassy eyes bounced between mine, like she was reeling from the fact I'd even asked her. And then I felt her grind against me in response, before she nodded, and kissed my jaw back. "You know I would."
Whatever storm cloud I had inside me came to life then, lightning strikes shooting from the base of my spine, all the way to my figertips that had a hold of the girl who could make me mad with just a flick of her tongue.
My feet moved on instinct, eyeing the back wall of her bedroom and settling her against it. A soft moan escaped her as she realised where we were, but that all became muffled when my mouth found its way back on hers.
She kissed the way that I'd always liked being kissed—with the type of power that only came from someone who knew they were powerful.
Her hands didn't shy away from my face. Her legs did nothing but tighten around me, like she knew there was nowhere else she needed to be in this moment. Like I was worth the pain and sacrifice and vulnerability. Like I was worthy of seeing her at her purest.
And that only made me realise just how much she'd got me. Hook, liner and sinker.
With her body supported, her hands found their way to my belt buckle, undoing it and letting my jeans join her bra on the floor. Then they got to work removing my boxers enough for my dick to spring free. And when I felt those pretty handscaress me with such furocity, I held back a groan that I'm sure she wouldn't have apprciated the volume of.
"Fuck me." I groaned as quielty as I could, but it was impossbile not to care about shattering every window in the place with how loud I wanted to scream.
The only way I could think to distract myself was by waring her down too, and so my hands found their way past her bare thighs and right to the waist band of her lace panties. Her head rolled agaisnt the wall once she figured out my tragetory, but I didn't stop until I was pulling back the lining.
