"Are you—"
"I'm on the pill." She replied breathlessly, before her mouth covered mine.
I pulled back just a little. "I was going to ask if you're sure this is what you want."
Cora's beautiful head nodded, the slick strands of her hair falling over her face. "I'm sure." She kissed me quick. "I've never been so sure."
And with that, every aspect of me became hers again.
Our lips overlaped in a way that I could have honestly done for days and never gotten bored of, right as my hand palmed my dick and lined it up with her.
"Tell me if I hurt you."
All she did was nod and settle her head agaisnt the wall, eyes raking over me like moonlight over a river.
As slowly, and gently as I could, I settled myself between her, too consumed by her and her hold over me to think about anything other than the feel of her, the feel of pushing insideof her. That tight, maddening inch.Watching her feel the inches keep coming was equally as maddening, and feeling her wetness consuming me was a sensation that didn't deserve a sentiment.
She felt as beautiful as she looked, with her hands rising above her head, her back arching, and her mouth gaping with the promise of a moan that would become my new favourie noise.
I kept pushing, slow and deliberate, not wanting to rush this. Then, once I reached the point where I couldn't go further, I angled her hips, driving in that extra inch and watching her gasp. She writhed agaisnt me like she didn't know what to do with the pressure, so I gave my mouth back to her and let her diffuse it that way, right as I began to pulse.
My hips moved agaisnt her, sliding in and out at a pace that only made me want to double it. It was to the point where I was so deep that I didn't know where she started and I ended.
"I'm so fucking close." She moaned agaisnt my mouth, hands desperatly searching above her for anything to cling on to.
I kept one hand at the base of her neck, remebering the slight smirk that had crept up on her face the last time it had been there, while the other found her hands and pinned them above her. "Keep holding on for me, angel."
My thrusts quickend, partly for me and the sparks of pleasure that were gathering deep inside of me, but mainly to selfishly watch her try and hold herself together whilst I undid every part of her.
“Oh God,” She groaned, right as her mouth leftme and she laid her forehead against mine.
Our ragged breaths were almost as out of controlas our kisses, our chests rising and falling against one another so we were practically one. I found her eyes and noticed how light they were, how soft and pretty the brown in them had become. But when I hit that sweet spot, and watched her melt in my arms, all hell broke loose in her eyes.
And seeing it did something to me. My hips moved faster than they ever had, and my grip on her neck tightened just a little for her moans to become more reckless. My body moved in a way that had her screaming my name into my shoudler, her teeth grazing the skin just a little.
"Come for me, Cora. Let go."
The twisted idea of slowing down just to tease her was barely a flicker in my mind, especially once I saw how she was barely holding on by a thread. And the same went for me.
White hot pleasure gathered at the base of my spine and my mouth crashed back down on to hers, muffling our synced groans. It enslaved me completely as my name cried through hers lips and her head settled back agaisnt the wall. My body jerked as the euphoric sensation burst through me, holding me still against her as it trickled over me like a rainstorm.
Soon enough, as our breaths became our own again, her body slid from mine, and we staggered over to her bed, collapsing in exhaustion. My hand found its way under her head, holding her agaisnt me as we breathed, and reeled over what just happened.
"Did that just happen?" She spoke, like she'd stolen a key to my mind.
I nodded, eyes falling to her. "That just happened."
Her head angled to me, letting me trace the glisten that sat over her forehead, and the steady, mesmerisng rise and fall of her bare chest. "How long before you think you can make it happen again?"
My eyes narrowed. "I'm twenty seven, not eighty."
She shrugged, her chest easing the more she breathed. "Still old."
My hand found her jaw as her giggles engulfed our litle corner of the room, tilting it so her eyes were on me. "Insulting me isn't the way to get me to fuck you again."
Another shrug. "How would I know, we only got to explore my kinks just then."
My hand slipped to the back of her neck, squeezing gently. "I'll give you a hint, degrading me isn't one of them."
