She blinks, not registering.
“I came in my pants,” I clarify, smirking slightly as the realization dawns on her.
“You already …”
“Watching you was all that did it for me,” I say simply, leaning back down to take more of her.
She moans softly, settling back against the mattress. And then I lose myself. And I think she might lose herselftoo, because before long, she’s crying my name, whimpering, writhing, as I draw another orgasm out of her.
I don’t wait for it to subside before I’m pressing kisses up the length of her body, her stomach, her waist, pushing the fabric of her shirt up and over her breasts, pausing just for a moment to take them in. “God, you’re perfect,” I breathe before leaning down to gently suck one of her nipples into my mouth while simultaneously thrusting two of my fingers back inside of her.
She bucks her hips, a surprised moan trickling out of her. “I already—” she starts.
“I know you did,” I murmur against the underside of her breast. “And you’re gonna come again.” I run my tongue over her nipple. “And again.” I move to her other breast. “And again.” I press a kiss to her skin. “Until I say you’re done.”
I’ve dreamt for years of Cora naked in my bed, and I’m not about to let her leave it until I’ve scoured every inch of her body and made her come every way I know how.
Shock, arousal, desire all wash over her face, immediately replaced by pleasure as I curl my fingers upward, hitting that spot I’m beginning to learn does her in. She looks like she wants to argue but simply whimpers in defeat, fisting the sheets on either side of her.
“That’s it,” I praise. “Let me make you feel good.”
I curl my fingers upward again, using my free hand to press down gently on her lower belly. Cora cries out, arching her back, and I silently thank God I don’t have neighbors close enough to hear us. I do the motion again, and again, pressing harder on her stomach. It’s not a foolproof technique, but it is something that’s worked in the past to …
“Theo, maybe—” Cora’s voice is different now, a bit alarmed. “I feel like …”
Yes.There it is. I zero in on her, on her face, on her body, her movements. Her mouth opens, shock skittering across her face.“Theo!” It’s a cry of surprise, of confusion, pleasure, maybe a bit of fear.
And then she shatters, and my hands are rewarded with warmth, spreading over my fingers, her legs, my bedspread.
I’m hard again. I’m so fucking hard again.
I shuck my sweats and underwear down my legs, kicking them aside.
“Did I just …?” Cora looks shellshocked, embarrassed, mortified. And I’m about to wipe that look right off her face. “Oh my god, your bed!”
I crawl up her body, planting my elbows on either side of her, my hips lodged between her legs. “You think I give a fuck about my bed when I just watched the fucking hottest woman in the world squirt all over my fingers?” I murmur, my voice low, dead serious. Because Cora feeling embarrassed in this moment? Unacceptable.
She swallows, and I reach up to take her cheek in my hand, my thumb gently caressing her skin. My gaze flits to her lips, then back up to her eyes. “You’re sofuckinghot, Cora, everything you do. It drives me crazy.”
Her mouth parts, and I capture it with mine, just as I plunge my length inside of her. She moans against me, and I kiss her harder. She wraps her legs around me, her arms, and kisses me back, desperate, greedy. I pump into her hard, fast, my orgasm building quicker than it has any right to. I can’t remember the last time I came twice in one session, and it surely must have taken longer than this to finish, but I can’t stop myself.
Because it’s Cora, and she’s perfect, and she’s everything, and—at least for this moment—she’smine.
I come—hard. I groan, stars dancing in front of my vision, clinging to Cora for dear life as pleasure rocks through me, harsh and almost painful.
When I open my eyes, Cora is staring up at me, an expression of absolute bliss on her face. I almost tell her I love her, tell her how much I love her, how long I’ve loved her, but I bite it back. For now.
“We’re gonna be late to work,” she says with a soft smile, seemingly not as concerned as earlier.
A grin stretches across my face. “I’d say it was worth it.”
So goddamn worth it. Worth more than anything in my entire life.
Chapter seventeen
Cora
At5:30onthedot, I’m grabbing my jacket from the hook on the clinic wall and practically sprinting for the door.
