I roll my hips and stare down at him. His cheeks are pink and ruddy, and his nostrils flare as he leans up and kisses me.
Together we move, and I feel him everywhere—under me, inside of me, around me—and still, it’s not enough.
“Jonas,” I moan.
“Fuck, Cora. I—”
Then suddenly, he’s pushing me off of him and sliding down between my legs, putting my pussy just above his face.
I instantly feel insecure. I’m too big for this. I probably weigh as much as he does.
“Grab the headboard, baby.”
He licks along my crease to my nub.
“I’m too—”
He sucks my clit between his lips, flicking it wildly with his tongue, causing me to cry out. Not able to hold myself up, I do as he said and grab the headboard.
“Ride my face, Cora.” It’s an order. I’ve never seen anything as sexy as him below me, his lips just inches from my aching pussy.
“I’ll squish you,” I say, totally mortified to admit that.
He squeezes my hips. “Squish me, fucking suffocate me, and I’ll die a happy man. But for the love of God, get out of your head and feed me this sweet pussy.”
I gape down at him, and the dare in his eyes is clear.
Gripping the headboard, I toss my head back, rolling and rocking against his mouth. He pants and grunts, and I continue to move, reveling in the feel of his beard on my tender flesh, while his tongue builds the burn between my legs.
When I come apart, he laps up my pleasure like it’s the nectar from a peach.
“God, Jonas…” Lights explode behind my eyelids. My heart’s beating so fast, I fear it’ll gallop right out of my chest.
His tongue disappears, and I’m still catching my breath when he presses soft, gentle kisses along my crease, my clit, and between my inner thighs.
Sliding up from underneath me, he flips me over onto my back in one swift move.
“Now it’s my turn.”
Cupping my breast, he leans down and laps at my nipple as he thrusts back inside of me.
This time, it’s not slow or gentle, which is fine. This is what I want.
He takes me hard and fast, riding me this time. His hips roll in a way I’ve never seen, filling me, hitting the right spot again and again.
“God, Cora. Fucking perfect.”
His hips lose their rhythm, and his body trembles beneath my fingertips. Then, with one deep thrust, he pauses, his length buried deep, tipping us both over the edge.
Minutes pass as we lie there, our breathing ragged, and our skin covered in sweat.
TK presses a tender kiss to my lips. “You can say a lot of things about the two of us, but you can never say what we do to each other is a mistake.” He grins. “And I’m sleeping in this fucking bed.”
TWATKNOT
Pullingup to Cora’s house, I spy Priest off to the side, lying back in a lawn chair with a beer in his hand. The fucker looks like some bad biker lawn gnome that Cora’s parents had installed in their yard out of pity, because he was the last one left at the garden center.
I shake my head and chuckle.