Her fingers grip my hair as I add a finger to the mix, first teasing her opening and then plunging one and immediately another digit in. She is tight as fuck. God, I can’t wait to sink my cock in there.
Her reactions. Her response. Her eagerness. It’s everything. And not enough at the same time.
“Come for me, Coraline.” I crook my fingers and suck on her clit.
“Xander,” she cries, and I almost blow as I feelher walls tighten around my digits, her muscles rigid before they loosen again.
It’s like her body is an instrument I was always meant to master. I haven’t even fucked her yet, and I’m satiated just from her reactions.
This shouldn’t be this different. This shouldn’t be this addictive. It shouldn’t feel this novel.
I continue pumping and licking while she comes apart, letting her ride the wave while I desperately need to take care of the painful situation in my briefs.
But there will be time for that. This woman trusted me to finally get closer; she deserves a couple of orgasms before I take one from her.
Her body is still twitching with the last waves of release when I pull myself up, kissing my way along her ribs, the swell of her breasts, her clavicle.
I look up, grinning, but my smirk disappears when I see her. She immediately covers her face with her forearm. Is she crying?
“Are you hurt? What’s wrong?” For the second time in a brief span of barely three days, my heart rate spikes from worry. What the fuck happened?
She sniffles. “I’m fine.” She rubs her eyes with the heels of her palms. “I’m more than fine.”
I sag beside her, flipping my leg over hers. “Lookat me, woman.”
She sniffles again and turns to me, her eyes glistening. “I’m sorry.”
I wipe a tear from her cheek, my hand tracing her cheekbone. I want to pry answers from her, but I don’t think she needs to be bullied right now for the sake of my ego. So I kiss her instead.
“Fair warning. I’m officially addicted to your pussy.”
She giggles. “Thank God for that.”
I take her nipple between my lips, and she arches into me. “So fucking responsive. I love it.”
She watches me through heavy lids, flushed and slightly dazed. I kiss her lips again, slow and deep, her taste still on my tongue. Her arms wrap around me, and for a moment we just breathe together.
“As much as I want to slide home, condoms are in my pants.”
“Condoms? Plural?” she grins.
“Only two, unfortunately. I will have more delivered.”
“Oh my God, don’t you dare. I don’t want a delivery man bringing us condoms.”
“Using condoms is responsible. It’s like a PSA for safe sex.”
She laughs. “Having someone deliver condoms to us is public service?”
I nod, kissing her forehead. “Stop distracting me.” I jump out of bed and rush to find the condoms.
I tear the wrapper with my teeth as I return. Her breath catches as I roll it on to my stiff cock and climb back, hovering above her on my elbows. “You okay? No regrets.”
She nods, biting her lip. “Stop talking before they consume me.”
I position the tip of my cock, brushing against her entrance. “I’ll make you forget your own name before I let you regret a second of this.”
I thrust slowly, watching her face as I fill her. Her lips part, brows knitting in a perfect mix of pleasure and surprise.
