She groans.
“Talk to me, Cora.”
She leans back and looks at me. “I thought there was too much talking for your liking.”
“Don’t be a brat.”
She lets out a long breath. “Okay, here goes. I haven’t had sex in… a while. And I’m not very good at giving head. And if you do that…” She looks away. “I will have to—”
I cup her face and force her to look at me. “I want to eat your pussy. I want to taste it. I want you to come all over my face. I really fucking want that. It’s my fucking dream, Cora.”
Her brow furrows, but her lips twitch like she’s skeptical, but trying hard not to like what I just said. “Really?”
“Yes, but we can do other things if this is not something you want to do. And whoever made you believe oral is a question of reciprocity deserves a death sentence.”
She snorts. “Okay, I’m happy to make your dream come true, but I don’t think I’ll relax enough, definitely not to come all over your face.”
“You know what my favorite pastime is? Proving people wrong.”
I stand and scoop her up bridal-style while she squeals. “What are you doing?”
“I’m done talking.”
I carry her to the bed and throw her down.
“Hey,” she pretend-protests while she takes off her T-shirt.
I stop for a beat, feasting my eyes on the beauty in front of me. The sight hits me with a feral need.
But it’s the realization that I will get to touch, kiss, and caress every inch of her that spreads a warm feeling through me.
I don’t know what this is, because for the first time ever, I want to stop time. Like this is no longer about my need, but about her pleasure. The feeling is… new, potent, and somehow essential.
Cora squeals again when I yank her to the edge and drop to my knees.
“Open wide,” I command, and she obeys. Finally. “This pussy is mine,” I hum. “Understood.”
“I thought you were done talking.” She grins at me.
I want to slap that ripe cunt of hers, but she isn’t ready for that. So I lower my lips to her clit and alternate between sucking and licking.
She’s tense at first, holding the sheets in a white-knuckled grip. I flatten my tongue and lift her hips to lick her from the back hole, over her entrance, to her clit, a few times, lapping her juices like a starved man.
The feel of her body loosening in my hands, under my tongue, is hypnotic. Her submission strums every string in me. Soon enough, she is writhing to escape and bucking to get closer. To get more.
And I’m happy to oblige, because fuck, this woman stripped me of my free will, and the only thing I’ve been able to do is to gravitate to her orbit.
I lift my gaze.
She’s breathtaking, with her hooded eyes and slightly open lips.
She lets go of the sheets, and her hands are squeezing her tits, her fingers playing with her nipples. The sight is arresting.
Cora cranes her neck. “Why did you stop?”
“You’re fucking beautiful. Just…” I return to her clit before I make an idiot out of myself and say something we’re not ready for.
She moans. “Yes, there, there.” She pants. “More.”
