43. Cohen
Her words were music to my ears and fucking magic to my cock. I smirked at her. “That’s better. Now take off your bra.”
I let go of her hands, and she pushed herself up to reach for her bra, but stopped. “You first.”
My smirk grew into a grin. “Excuse me?”
“You first,” she repeated, glancing at my dick where it pressed against my underwear. “I want to see it.”
My girl was a fucking goddess. I pushed myself off the bed, taking my jeans off the rest of the way first, and turned to the side, showing my cock tented against my underwear. “You do this to me, Birdie.”
She wet her lips, moving toward me. Close enough now, she reached for my underwear and pulled, freeing my cock, and god, was it begging to be freed. Her eyes stayed on my veiny length for a long moment, and I saw her throat move with her swallow.
It was so fucking hot.
She put her hands on my hips and brought her lips to the pink tip, kissing it, and slowly bringing me into her mouth. Velvety smooth, wet, and tight.
I groaned, fisting my hand in her hair, careful not to pull her deeper than she wanted to go.
Her tongue flicked my tip, and I doubled over with a grunt, trying to control myself. “You are so hot, Birdie.”
She rewarded me by taking me deeper, letting my shaft fill her mouth, my tip press against the back of her throat. I dropped my head back, gazing toward the ceiling but seeing stars instead. If she kept this up, I’d come before I ever had a chance to feel her hole.
I pulled my hips away, taking my dick away from her mouth, and pushed her down onto my bed, covering her body with hot kisses. Birdie was insecure about her body, trying to cover up her stomach, the folds of flesh at her hips, but I wanted it all. She was pillowy soft and buttery smooth, and her body was everything I needed and wanted.
Unable to stop myself, I hooked a finger through her panties and tugged until the seams ripped and the fabric fell away, leaving nothing between her and me. If she wanted new panties, I’d buy them, just to fucking see her like this.
“Are you on the pill?” I huffed in her ear. “I want to fuck you like I want.”
“Yes,” she said, begged. “Fuck me.” She spread her legs, and my tip pressed against her slick entrance.
Her hole was so fucking tight, so fucking perfect, it had to stretch around my girth. Just like in our dirty texts, I slowly pressed into her, letting her feel every single inch. And once I was all the way inside, I flexed.
Birdie cried out in pleasure. “Cohen!”
“This is just the start,” I promised, whispering into her ear. I wanted her to feel good. So fucking good she would never look at another man, because Birdie was mine. And fuck, I was hers.
She tightened around my cock, and I rolled my hips slowly, rhythmically, pushing deeper inside until we couldn’t get any closer. Until she tightened on my cock and I pulled back, giving her a moment of reprieve before doing it all over again.
Her nails dug into my shoulders, sliced into my back, giving me the best pain. Her body was beautiful underneath mine. She was beautiful. I looked in her eyes, those pretty blues. “I love your body,” I said. “So soft.” I dipped my head down and kissed her neck. “So sexy.” I moved my mouth, biting and sucking and teasing until she writhed underneath me, moaning.
“I’m going to come,” she gasped.
“Not yet,” I ordered, pulling out.
She bit her lip, eyes shining. “Cohen, please.”
“Together,” I said. We’d started this together, and I wanted us to see how high we could go, together.
My brave, sexy girl nodded, and I leaned forward, placing my hands on either side of her head. Her wild blond curls tickled my wrists, and her breath puffed against my chest before I pushed inside her again, filling her to the brim.
“On the count of five,” I said. “And don’t you dare come before.”
She bit her bottom lip, quivering around me.
“Five,” I said, pumping slowly.
She turned and bit my forearm, barely holding on. That made two of us.
“Four,” I commanded, moving faster, slamming into her.
Her legs shook around me.
“Three.”
She let out a scream.
“Two, damn it. Not yet,” I said to both of us, slamming into her again.
Then I lowered my mouth to hers, covered it with my own. “One.”
She screamed into my kiss, falling apart around my cock, milking my come as we shuddered with wave after wave, her vagina pulling me deeper and deeper inside, milking me for everything I had and more.
I pumped until the waves of our orgasms faded to aftershocks. And once I was sure my girl was finished, I slowly rolled aside, holding her tight. Birdie was everything, everything and more. I kissed her perfect lips, and she kissed me back, her soft fingers grazing the back of my neck and into my hair.
I wasn’t sure how long we lay there—minutes, hours maybe with her twisting her fingers through my hair and me holding her body against mine.
It was heaven, pure fucking bliss.
Until I heard the sound of a key in a deadbolt.