“I enjoy helping people conceive. It’s satisfying.” It’s the truth.
Chapter 4
Thomas
We’re on our fourth or fifth round, and it’s evening. The bar is buzzing with the conversation of people who’ve come for a drink after work. But my mind is on Cora. She loosened her hair, and now it’s falling in waves on her shoulders. She looks relaxed and so sexy, and all I can think about is how much I’d love to nibble her lips. The top button of her blouse came loose at some point, offering a teasing glimpse of her cleavage. It’s a good thing that we’re now seated at a table rather than at the bar. My cock has hardened to painful proportions and every single cell in my body demands that I carry Cora somewhere private and fuck her senseless.
“Ready to leave?” I ask when we drain our drinks.
“Yes.” Her voice is like a caress. Her gaze drops to my chest and then comes up to my mouth. She wants me to kiss her just as desperately as I want to kiss her.
As we leave the bar, I take her hand into mine. As if by mutual agreement, we walk toward the gym and to the side door. She reaches for her keys in her purse and hands them to me.
A feeling of déjà vu comes over me as I open the building’s main door. Three years ago, I remember doing the same thing. I insert the key, turn it, and push it open. I hold the door open, and as Cora enters, she brushes against me, her soft curves teasing my senses. My cock roars to life, but I don’t care now. There’s only one person to see my erection, and she’s the cause of it.
We ride the elevator to the top floor. It should be weird in the elevator, but it’s not. We check each other out quietly, and the sexual tension grows thicker and thicker. By the time it comes to a stop, my cock is throbbing painfully and demanding to be released from the confines of my pants. I still have her keys in my hand, and I open Cora’s apartment door.
“I’ve been thinking about getting you alone all evening,” I tell her as I shut the door.
“Me too,” Cora says, walking toward her bedroom.
I’m hot on her trail, and as I follow her, I pull my T-shirt over my head and unbuckle my belt. We enter her bedroom, and Cora shrugs out of her blouse, tossing it to the floor, and then she shimmies out of her skirt.
When we’re both in our underclothes, we face each other before she takes a step forward and is in my arms. It feels like I’ve come home when I slip my hands around her waist and angle my mouth over hers.
Our first kiss after three years apart is sizzling and hot. My brain empties as our tongues reacquaint and then engage in a dance from the past. She tastes like heaven, and I can’t get enough of kissing her.
I drop my hands to caress her hips and ass. She’s wearing a thong, and my hands run over the bare soft skin. I’m greedy for everything she has to offer, but I still want to take it slow and easy.
I slide my hands up to her breasts and cup them through the silky material of her bra.
“Take it off,” Cora orders. “I want you touching my skin.”
I push her cups down, and her breasts pop out at the top. With a growl, I dip my hand in the valley between her breasts. I lick her cleavage while thumbing her erect nipples. She cries out and arches her back.
“More,” Cora says, and I take a nipple into my mouth and bite it gently.
“Oh God, oh God.”
I lick and suck and shower attention on her breasts. I’m so engaged in pleasuring her that I don’t notice when she reaches behind to unclasp her bra. I only realize it’s undone when it loosens, and she tugs it away, leaving her naked for me.
“I’ve missed hearing you moan and scream my name.”
“T.”
Just hearing her say my name takes up my desire a notch higher. She pulls me up to kiss her again, and our lips glue together; Cora dips her hand into my boxer briefs. She moans softly into my mouth as her hand wraps around the width of my cock.
I hiss at the cool touch of her hand. Without breaking the kiss, I pull down my boxer briefs and kick them away. I dip my hand between her legs and run a finger up and down her folds, nudging them apart with every stroke.
She fists her hand around my cock and pumps up and down, bringing me so close to orgasm that I have to stop her. Buying time.