I pause, pulling away. I can’t do this.
“Cora,” he whispers, his eyes trailing along my half-naked frame. “Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”
He reaches for me again, this time with his large hand cupping my ass and pulling me into his rock-hard arousal. He gives me a quick kiss, and he’s gone.
I watch in awe as he drops to his knees, his eyes on my lace-covered chest, hungry with need. He leans forward and kisses the top of one breast, and then the other. Snaking his hand around my back, he undoes my bra, leaving it to hang loosely at my shoulders.
I don’t dare move as he glides it down my arms and tosses it to the floor behind him. He looks up and any insecurities I’d felt about being naked in front of this man melt away.
His eyes are dark and hooded, filled with so much desire. “Cora,” he groans. He doesn’t say the words, but I know he’s asking my permission. He’s telling me that if I give it, nothing between us will ever be the same.
My chest rises and falls as I take in his beautiful face, until finally, I fist the back of his hair and pull him to my breast while arching my back.
He moans against my skin, his tongue swirling around one nipple, and then the other.
God, he feels so good.
Closing my eyes, I drop my head back, reveling in the feel of his mouth on me.
Grazing his teeth over my left nipple, I gasp. “Eyes on me,” he instructs. “Always.”
I stare down at him, dragging air into my lungs, my face twisted in sweet agony as he ravishes them, leaving no part of them untouched with his lips and tongue.
“These fucking shorts… You have no idea what they did to me at breakfast.” He pops the button and slowly drags them down my shaking legs. “Fucking beautiful,” he breathes, pressing his lips to my mound.
Once my shorts are on the floor, he places a hand on my ankle and raises it until my foot is resting on his knee. I shudder as he presses a kiss to the inside of my thigh, only to repeat the process with the other.
My body trembles beneath his touch. I don’t even know what I need from him at this point, but goddammit, I need it right fucking now.
Skimming his nose along my inner thigh, he makes his way to my center. “Smells so fucking good,” I hear him say.
Releasing my legs, he comes up and kisses me while fumbling with his zipper.
Nipping my lip, he rids himself of his jeans, giving me my first look at his impressive cock.
“I want you so fucking bad, Cora. Just say the word, and I’ll stop right now.”
Am I ready for this? Do Iwantthis?
Fuck yes, I want this.
Instead of saying the words, I roll my bottom lip between my teeth while running a single finger along his length from base to tip.
“Jesus.”
Wrapping his hands around my waist, he turns me toward the bed and pushes my chest into the mattress, leaving me with my ass in the air. I can feel him behind me, hear the crinkling of a condom wrapper, and then his cock poking at my entrance. In one swift thrust, he buries himself as far as he can go, and I can’t help the cry of pleasure that escapes past my lips.
“Fuck,” he grinds out through clenched teeth, pulling out slowly and gliding back in.
Moaning, I push back, wanting more of him. All of him. Every fucking delicious inch of him.
“I’m sorry, baby, but this is gonna be quick,” he warns. “You’re fucking killing me.”
“Fuck me,” I tell him, pressing my ass against him and rolling my hips. I can already feel my release building, and I need it so bad.
Digging his fingertips into my hip, he uses his other hand to wrap around my throat, pulling me up until my back meets his chest. His lips press against my ear, and I can hear his heavy breathing as he moves faster, his hips finding a rhythm, his skin slapping against mine.
“You feel so fucking good, Cora.” His hand tightens around my throat, just a little. “Show me how you touch yourself, baby.”