40. Corinthians #3
I picked up my clippers and looked at him through the mirror.
“Come here, Uri,” I said. He looked up at me and lifted his brow.
“Come here.” He got up from the floor, walked into the bathroom, and I stepped to the side.
“Sit.” There was a small stool under the sink.
Because he was so tall, he would be at the perfect height for me to cut his hair.
Uri sat, and I grabbed a towel from the rack to drape over his shoulders.
Once everything was in place, I turned on the clippers and started cutting his hair.
I loved his short curly afro, so I was barely taking any off and was mainly lining him up on his sides.
I stepped around him, standing between his legs, and Four’s hands went to my hips.
“What are you doing?” I asked him without taking my eyes off what I was doing. There was no way I was going to mess up his line.
“Nothing,” he answered. He moved his hands from my waist to the legs of my boy shorts. “Just waiting for you to finish.”
“I’m almost done,” I told him. I didn’t mind him touching me.
It always felt right. Like my body completely relaxed under his touch.
I glanced down at him to see his eyes closed.
His hair was easy and quick, so I moved to his face.
I trimmed his face, wishing that I had brought all of my supplies with me so that I could properly do what I wanted. “You tired?”
“Nah, just thinking,” he answered with his eyes still closed.
“About?” I moved back to check my work. Satisfied, I turned off the clippers, then cleaned the hairs from his face and shoulders.
He pulled me to him, wrapped his arms around my waist, and rested his face against my stomach. He held me tight, not tight enough to hurt me, but his hold was strong. I ran my hand along his back and waited.
“Cori, you happy?” he asked.
“Hey.” I leaned back, cupped his jaw, and made him look at me. “What made you ask that?”
He licked his lips. “I’m just trying to make sure you’re good. I ain’t ever done this before,” he answered. “Making you and Judah happy are my top priority.”
“And we are,” I reassured him. “Have you seen how Judah reacts when he sees you? He always wants to be with you, show you what he’s done at school. Even started working out because he saw you doing it.” I searched his eyes, hating the fear that I saw. “What makes you think we aren’t happy?”
“We are in a hotel, right?” he answered, and I nodded. “You have a house; I have more than one, and yet we are sitting in the presidential suite of a fucking hotel because I’m probably bugging about smelling something weird in your house.”
I wanted to tell him he was wrong, but I didn’t. No one had been in my house; my security system hadn’t alerted me to anything, and I had Nine and Cross double-check to make sure. They couldn’t find anything. More than likely, Judah forgot to lock the door behind him when we left.
“Do you think this is where we need to be?” I asked him, and Four nodded. “Then there’s that.”
He rested his forehead against my stomach, then kissed it. “I feel like I’m fucking up.”
“You aren’t,” I reassured him. I cupped his jaw again. “Uri, you aren’t fucking this up.”
He stood, towering over me by at least a foot, yet I didn’t feel small. He put his hands on my waist, lifted me, and my legs went around him.
“Is it too early to tell you I love you?” he asked, searching my eyes. “Because that’s how I feel. I don’t remember a time when I didn’t love you. Even as kids, through all the shit we went through. I loved you.”
I pulled him to me and kissed him. I needed my kiss to tell him everything I couldn’t verbalize.
He walked us back to the bedroom and moved towards the bed.
I pulled back and shook my head. “No bed, please,” I told him.
He nodded, then moved to the window. My back touched the cool glass, and I moaned into Uri’s mouth.
I was hot, turned on, and wanted nothing more than to live in his skin. I pulled away and kissed along his jaw.
Uri reached between us, pushed his shorts down, freeing his dick, then ripped the crotch from my boy shorts. He lined up to my opening and slowly pushed into me. I bit into his shoulder, grateful that he couldn’t feel pain because the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth.
“Uri,” I gasped. He rocked into me. The top of my head started to get hot, and I knew my orgasm was close. “Uri.”
“Breathe, Cori,” he said into my ear. I held on to him as he fucked me.
He wasn’t in a rush; his strokes were slow and deliberate.
The tip of his dick hit my G-spot every time.
He knew what he was doing, how he was making me feel.
I was hanging on for dear life yet wanted to fall into the feeling that he was giving me. “There you go baby. Just breathe.”
“Oh shit.” I clawed into his back. “Uri!”
“I told you I loved you,” he said as he kissed my jaw and continued to fuck me.
“I mean just that.” He sped up his movements, still teasing but also trying to prove a point.
“I won't ever let anything happen to you.” He kissed my ear. “I’m sorry for all the shit that you went through, but I promise, Cori. I’m going to make everything right.
Make up for all the time we lost. I promise.
” He moved faster, my legs started to shake around him, and I knew I wasn’t going last. Especially with him promising me everything that he was because I knew he meant it.
He wouldn’t stop until he did everything he promised. “I love you, Cori.”
My orgasm washed over me as he kissed me.