I pull her dress further up, and she breaks the kiss and sits up to pull it over her head. She tosses it to the ground and reaches back to snap open her bra.
My breath comes out hitched as she sits up completely bared for me except for her tiny red panties. She tosses her thick glossy mane of red hair, and unable to wait, I sit up and clamp my mouth down on an engorged nipple. My left hand plays with the other nipple while I suck on one.
Minutes later, I pause to look up at Cora. “Everything about you drives me crazy.”
She holds my gaze. “Then fuck me.”
My dick goes mad, jerking like it has convulsions. I lift Cora off me and onto the bed and get up. I stand by the side of the bed to undress, and all along, my gaze doesn’t stray from Cora’s hot body. I pull down my pants, and my dick bobs free, happy to be let out of the constraints of my pants.
I climb back onto the bed between Cora’s legs. I kneel, take her hands, and place each of her legs on my shoulders. I caress the length of her legs and then grip the base of my dick and rub it along her slit. Cora whimpers and raises her hips, greedy for more friction.
She’s soaking wet, and soon, the head of my dick is covered with her juices.
“Please, T, I want you inside.”
I inhale sharply. Hearing her call me the name she used to use when we had our affair three years ago does something to me. It chips away at a piece of my heart, exposing it.
Then she does something that almost makes me cream myself. She drops her hands to her pussy and spreads her pussy open for me.
“Fuck, Cora.” I can’t shift my gaze from her pretty pink parts.
“Please,” Cora says.
I slide my dick into her pussy, and she cries out and thrashes her legs. I push my cock in until I’m buried to the hilt. Sweat drips down my face as I thrust in and out.
Cora starts to whimper. “I’m going to come.”
“Me too.” She bites down on her lower lip and lets out a scream. It’s a good thing that my house stands on its own compound.
Her cries fade to the background as I explode inside her, and for those few seconds, I’m in paradise.
Chapter 11
Cora
I’m starving. There’s chili in the kitchen, but my body is demanding a pizza. Are you getting food cravings yet?
I laugh at Riley’s text message. After the initial shock of finding myself pregnant with Thomas’s baby, I’m happy and excited. Both of our families know and are excited about the baby. I’m super stoked that my best friend and I will share this experience together.
I text her back.
Nope, none, but I’m game for pizza. I’m starving.
I hit send and stretch my legs out under my office desk. It’s noon, and my body feels as if I haven’t eaten for two days. It’s Friday, and I can’t wait for the weekend, especially Sunday morning when I get to sleep in.
Of course, there’s another reason why I’m looking forward to the weekend. Thomas. We’re attending the party at my sister’s place, and I can’t wait to see him. I haven’t seen him since midweek, but we’ve spoken several times.
My phone vibrates, and I swipe the screen to read the message from Riley.
I know just the place. Will pick you up in ten minutes.
I text back.
I’ll be waiting.
I turn off my computer and leave my office. I’m glad that we’re going for pizza and not anywhere fancy as I’m dressed in joggers and a tank top. That is my normal dress code Monday to Friday unless I’m going somewhere special.
I walk through the gym, waving to a few clients and chatting with some of the instructors. By the time ten minutes are over, I’m outside waiting for Riley. My mind veers to Thomas as it inevitably does when I’m unoccupied. I muse over his house and how perfect it is for a family. I visualize myself and our baby living there with him. I see lazy Sundays spent frolicking on the expansive fenced-in backyard.
A hoot jolts me to the present, and I’m embarrassed to see Riley’s car right in front of me.
“You were so lost in thought,” she says after we’ve hugged and I’ve snapped on my seatbelt. She grins. “I bet you were thinking about that fine baby daddy.”
“How do you know if he’s fine or not?” I ask her.
“I trust your taste,” she says. “Besides, I’ll meet him tomorrow at your sister’s place.”
“You got an invite too?”
“Not directly,” she says. “The invitation was for Mom and a friend, but she asked me and Leo to go on her behalf. She’s at Noah and Eva’s.”