I may not be able to tell her I love her just yet, but I can come close. I trail my mouth along her neck to her ear. “I choose you, Cora Dalton. Every single time. Both of you.”
Jay steps around and we make a tight little huddle with our bodies, holding each other close and nuzzling in. He cups her face while holding my hand with his. “I choose you, too, Cora,” and then he lowers his mouth to hers as my heart explodes. He releases her plush lips and locks his big brown eyes on me. “And I still choose you, baby. I choose us.” He leans into me as our tongues slowly find each other. I can taste a hint of beer from his happy hour with Isabelle, but it’s mixed with something sweet. Like he had a piece of candy on the way home or something. I smile at the thought because it’s just so meta, isn’t it? This sweet man is made of sugar.
I feel Cora shift to her tiptoes and we meet her hungry mouth with ours. Our lips like the centroid of this incredible triangle we’ve created. Our tongues silently convey the truth. Our hands are roaming everywhere, yet we’re unhurried to move on. We simply bask in the sweetness of each other’s taste.
We finally pull away just enough for me to remember that I’m captaining this pleasure cruise.
“I need to freshen up before…” Cora smiles and wags her perfectly arched eyebrows.
“May I join you?” Jay asks. I look at him with a zipped brow. “No funny business, without you, Sir. I promise,” he smirks and I can’t help but smile.
She pulls his hand and their warmth draws away as they saunter to Cora’s lux en suite bath. I start to toe my shoes off as I call over to them before they reach the threshold. “Princess, I want you naked when you get out here. Come out first.” The smooth leather of my belt draws out and I stare at her. “I want a few minutes alone with you.”
I can practically see her ears lower as her eyes round while blush creeps across her creamy white skin. “Yes, Sir,” she breathes.
When she emerges, I’m sitting in the center of the bed, my clothes discarded save for my black boxer briefs. In the background low, sexy instrumental music softly plays. Naked as the day she was born, I watch her slowly walk to the foot of the bed, her fingers twitching. I can tell she’s overthinking already, desperate for a command.
With my legs bent up and spread wide, back to the fabric headboard, I give her a sly smile and tap my inner thighs. “Crawl.”
Her eyes light up and she kneels on the bed and with an even slower pace crawls like a jaguar on the hunt.
I love the way she responds to me. The way she embraces my dominance and her own submission is captivating.
When she reaches me, I put up one finger to stop her and point it down. She obeys my gesture and sits on her heels, placing her hands in her lap, her decadent thighs spilling wide.
“Your mouth. My feet. Work your way up.”
“Yes, Sir.” She quickly shifts her body down to kiss the top of my foot and inner arch, sending a zap of electricity up my legs and spine and my dick twitches with excitement. As she makes her way up my legs, stopping at my inner knees to pay close attention, I praise her along the way. She’s making a meal out of me and I’m living for this.
When she reaches my groin, she nuzzles her nose against my boxer-clad shaft and purrs like the sex kitten she is.
Very good girl.
I look down the elegant slope of her back all the way down to her plump peach. I want to take a bite and suck all the sweetness from her.
But my eye catches the cracked bathroom door, and I can see Jay’s eyes peeking out. If I know him the way I do, he’s probably champing at the bit to get out here. But I’ll allow this as a form of torture for a little longer.
Knowing he’s watching will make this even hotter.
“Turn around and lay against me, beautiful.”
She obeys, snuggling close to me; the generous give of her curves push against my muscles and it feels both electric and soothing. I spread her legs wide, hooking her knees over mine so she can’t go anywhere, my stiff length pushing into her lower back. My left hand closes gently around her throat testing her pulse, and I press her head into the crook of my neck. I can feel her stiff muscles relax into me.
With my other hand, I start to play with her tight pink nipples. Tracing agonizingly light touches across them, they perk up with need. Cora closes her eyes and hums her appreciation. “That feels so good, Sir.”
Her tea tree oil and rosemary shampoo fills my senses, wrapping me up in a blanket of her. Of this incredible and pliant woman in my hold. “You deserve to feel good, baby.”
She cants her hips to rub against my cock. “Can I make you feel good, Sir?”
“Shh. Enough of that.Thismakes me feel good.” I gently roll her tight little bud between my fingers and her breath shudders. “Bringing you pleasure bringsmepleasure, got it?” I growl in her ear, rubbing my beard against her soft skin.
She swallows hard. “Yes, Sir.”
My hand drags down her soft, generous stomach to her hot core. “Now let’s see how ready you are.” I slide my fingers through her spread pussy, but she’s not quite ready yet.
Her breath hitches and she opens her eyes to look up at me. “I–I’m sorry, I’m not ready. That’s embar—”
I cut her off. “No, no, no, princess. That’s perfectly fine and normal.” I give her a salacious smirk. “That’s what we have Jay for.” Her brows knit together but realization hits her and she slaps her hand over her giggle.
