“If breakfast takes too long, we can be late.” I’m pressing open-mouthed kisses down her neck now.
She sucks in a breath. “Tate wouldn’t like that.”
“Tate can fuck off.”
“Theo!” She reaches her arm back to swat me, but instead of deterring me, it does the opposite. I growl against her skin, snatching her wrist and pinning it to her lower belly, simultaneously pulling her tighter against me.
“Be good,” I admonish, and while she gasps slightly in shock, I can see the curve of her smile.
Still kissing her neck, I move my hand up her stomach, under the hem of her pajama top, cupping her bare breast. She sighs, arching her back, pressing herself against my touch. I tease her nipple lightly, plucking and pulling and watching her body react, learning what she likes, what makes her move, moan, shudder.
Once she’s whimpering quietly, I move lower, dragging my hand down her stomach, under the hem of her pajama bottomsonly to find her panties satisfyingly wet. “That’s it,” I murmur against her ear, sliding the thin strip of fabric aside to plunge a finger deep inside of her.
She whimpers, arching her back, rocking her hips against me.
God, I don’t think I could ever get tired of that sound.
I wrap my free hand under and around her body, holding her close as I pump my finger in and out of her. I add a second finger and then position my thumb to press against her clit.
She cries out, wriggling against me in a way not at all unpleasant.
“Fuck,” I mutter into her hair, grinding against her ass instinctually.
Her moans are coming faster now, and I keep up my pace while pressing kisses up her neck, across her cheek, then capturing her mouth in mine. She twists to reciprocate, now lying mostly flat on her back, still wrapped in my arms. Her legs fall open easier this way, giving me a better angle. I’m propped on my side, staring down at her, at those perfect lips parted in a moan, at those gorgeous blue eyes filled with desperation—desperation for the thing only I can give her in this moment.
Fuck, it’s enough to make me come right now.
In fact, I might just …
“Theo,” she moans.
A startled gasp escapes me as my climax rushes through me—hot, fast, searing. I squeeze my eyes shut, focused on the rhythm of my fingers, of giving Cora what she needs.
She whimpers, her nails digging into the flesh of my arms. “Holy shit, I’m—”
I open my eyes to watch her fall apart for me, to watch her back bow off the mattress, her legs shaking, her eyes closed.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I murmur, leaning down to press my lips to her forehead as her orgasm washes over her, slowing myfingers to a gentle thrust as I work her through it. She mumbles unintelligible words, moaning over and over again until the waves subside and she collapses.
But I don’t plan on giving her much of a reprieve. I toss the covers aside, moving down the bed and settling on my knees between her already spread legs. I reach for her panties, pulling them down her legs and tossing them aside. Once Cora registers what I’m doing, she sits up on her elbows.
“What are you—?”
But her question is answered by my tongue sliding across the length of her slit. And holy shit does Cora taste like heaven and more. Sweet and tangy and deliciouslyher.
She gasps, her eyes closing momentarily.
My hands find their way to her thighs, gripping tightly and spreading her wider, pinning her legs down on either side of me.
“Theo!” she squeaks. “What about you? You just made me …” She trails off, biting her lip as I swirl my tongue around her already sensitive clit.
“I’m right where I wanna be, darling,” I murmur before continuing my exploration.
She whimpers but doesn’t let up. “Seriously, let me do something for you.” She moves to sit up, but I hold her down, pinning her with a gaze that says I’m serious.
Surprise skates across her face. “Theo, what about—”
“I already came.”
