“Atlas.” I bask in the way she breathes my name. It’s like a brand on my soul.
“Shhh, baby, we don’t want to wake anyone up,” I scold her with a smile.
Leaning forward, I pull her to the edge of the counter.
“Atlas, we can’t?—"
“Oh, but we can, Firefly.” Pulling her panties down, I kneel on the floor between her legs. I take in how she flushes and attempts to close them. “No, baby, let me see you.”
I’ll kneel at her feet forever. She’s my new religion, and I’m nothing if not a devoted believer.
Pulling her closer to my face, I place her legs over my shoulders and blow a small stream of air on her pussy. I relish the tremors I feel across her body. I love seeing the effect my touch has on her. Dipping my head, I kiss the top of her mound first, then slide my tongue into her wet folds. Fuck, she tastes good. I could live on her alone.
I waste no time thoroughly tasting her sweet, musky heat. Tilting her hips, I hold her where I want her as I devour her pussy. I pay attention to her breath hitching every time my tongue rolls over her clit, and how she gasps when I stick it inside her. I smile when her hands weave into my hair, and Cora arches her pussy into my mouth further. I’ll need this daily. Now that I’ve had a taste, she’s never getting rid of me.
Pulling back, I run my hand down her ass, giving it a quick squeeze, before adding my finger inside her. “Greedy girl.” I nip her skin with my teeth, savoring the jolt of her body. “You’ll get what I give you.”
Cora’s quiet whimpers fill the air as I lick her. I can’t get enough of her. It will never be enough. I’m obsessed with her taste and the sounds she makes. I need more. Using a second finger, I pump them in tandem with the flick of my tongue on her clit. Curving my hand, I search for the spot I know will make her fucking detonate.
Cora’s body shudders, and she moans my name.Fucking bingo.Paying special attention, I double down and don’t stop until her thighs squeeze around my head, and her pussy flutters around my fingers. Her inner walls are clamping down while her hands have found their way back to my hair. I love the way she tugs on the strands, seeking what only I can give her.
“You gonna be a good girl and come for me, Cora?” I increase the pressure of my tongue and suck her clit into my mouth with a little tug.
When Cora told me I made beautiful art on other people’s bodies, she wasn’t kidding. Watching as she comes undone from my touch, I admire how fucking exquisite Cora is.
My girl, on the brink of orgasm, is a work of art that no one in this world will witness but me. Her hips lift off the counter as her mouth opens with a silent cry. She chants my name as if it’s become her own personal prayer. Her arousal floods my mouth, and it still doesn’t feel like it’s enough.
Answering her, I gently lick and caress her body, letting her ride out the wave of ecstasy only I can provide. I’ll kill anyone who touches my Firefly. Her hands drop from my hair, and I immediately miss their touch. Placing another kiss on her mound, I gently pull my fingers from her and stand. My dick is aching in my pants, and dying to come out and play, but tonight was for her.
Licking her cum from my fingers has me momentarily second-guessing myself, but when I take in the flush of her skin and dazed expression, I know she needs her rest. Standing at my full height, I pull her panties back up as I go, putting them back in place.
Grabbing her jeans off the floor, I turn to her and gather her in my arms. Heading out of the kitchen and toward the stairs, I see her keys and phone on the table. “Where’s your spare house key, baby?” I ask her.
“Hmm?” she murmurs.
“House key. Spare. Where is it?” I ask her again, gentler. I’mgoing to put her to bed, then head out, but I need to be able to lock up.
“Key hook by the door. Blue key.” She points over my shoulder before snuggling in deeper. Perfect. Grabbing her phone to take with us, I carry her upstairs.
Silently walking past Noah’s room, I gently open the door to Cora’s. Laying her down on her bed, I admire the way her dark hair spills across the pillow, making me itch to run my hands through it again.
Folding her jeans over a vanity chair, I wish I could crawl into bed with her. I want to hold her in my arms every night and wake up together every morning, but I don’t think she’s ready to explain it to Noah yet. I sigh and pull the comforter over her.Patience, Atlas.
After plugging in her phone, I kiss her forehead one last time. “Night, baby.” A surge of warmth comes over me when she murmurs my name in her sleep, and her hand reaches out.
Kissing her fingertips, I quietly back out of her room and head down the hallway. Peeking into Noah’s, I see he’s still sound asleep. Good. Turning off the lights as I go, I imagine doing this every night, but not having to go home afterward. Cora is my home.
As I shut off the final light and step out into the night, I remind myself that it’s only temporary. Cora and I are only just beginning. Locking the front door and double-checking it’s secure, I add her house key to my ring as I head to my car.
I know one thing for sure. I need to find out who sent those flowers to her house. Noah’s game is Saturday, and if it was Matt, he might be spending his last week coaching soccer. I freeze as a thought occurs to me. Could this be tied to her tire being slashed? Why would anyone want to hurt Cora? She is goodness personified, a fucking angel. It doesn’t matter. When I find out who it is, they’ll be dealing with her devil. No one messes with my girl and lives to tell the tale.
Chapter Twenty-Eight
Cora
After dropping Noah at school, I head to the coffee shop to see Mara. I kind of dropped off the radar when Noah and I got sick, so Mila’s been blowing up my phone. She knows I went to the game on Saturday with Atlas, and grabbed some brownies, but now it’s Wednesday. It feels like so much has happened since then. I smile as I approach Mara at the counter.
“Look what the wind dragged in,” she quips, taking in my appearance. “You look alive and well. I know,” she starts. “Maybe you fell, hit your head, and forgot how to message people back.”
