Chapter 31 #2
Her head fell back as her hands rose to the base of my neck, hands sliding into my hair, tugging the lower mine got. I slipped off her shirt when the last button came off in my hand, revealing the black lace bra and matching panties she had lying under it.
All my melted brain could think to say was, “You suit black.”
Those knowing eyes held mine in a trance as she smirked. “I’m aware.”
As my hands slipped over the soft skin of her back, finding the bra clasp almost instantly, I moved my mouth to her neck. "Wicked thing."
The fabric containing her breasts was history then, as I broke away the clasp and selfishly watched it fall to the floorbaords.
My head shook, soft and aching as I traced the delicate lines of her body. "Wicked, wicked thing."
Her hand found my chin, gripping it lightly and forcing my eyes back to hers, that breathless look I wanted to paint masking her face.
"Call me that one more time and this will be over pretty quickly.
" Her bottom lip sank between her teeth, as her eyes trailed fire over every part of my body they traced.
"And I'm having the time of my life here. "
"Yeah?" I teased, hands wandering to the base of her neck, gathering the onyx strands of her hair that sat their, tugging lightly.
Those pretty brown eyes widended as I did, before they shut all together and she sucked in a harsh breath, wriggling over me like she was barely containing herself. "Yeah, and unless you want it over now, I should warn you that pulling my hair like that is only going to speed things up."
My eyes darted between hers, fingers twitching. "In a bad way?"
Her head shook almost instantly, eyes darkening. "Marcus I'm close to finishing right now."
That fire roared in my stomach as I watched her unravel like a lilac ribbon.
Slowly, as her teeth tugged on her lip again, my fingers gathered whatever strands I could, rolling them in my fist and I slipped her off of me, rising on weak legs, right as she did.
Her face was barely level with my chest, but when I tightned my grip on her hair and tugged, she was looking straight at me with those lust filled eyes.
"I didn't peg you as someone to back down from a challenge, angel."
I heard her swallow.
"Now how about you hold on a long as possible, while I take the lead."
Then, I swore her knees buckled.
"Is that okay?"
She nodded almost instantly, her mouth gaped, and that blush she always wore when we were this close painting her cheeks the hottest shade of maroon.
I felt a smirk curl up my face. "Good."
And then, as though the world had unpaused us, we were moving again.
I kept my fist in her hair as my other hand lifted her up around my waist, her legs curling round my torso like an instinct.
I held the small of her back, while my mouth explored hers again, that fresh rush of tingles lighting my body on fire.
It was useless trying to pretend that she couldn't feel my dick practically impaling her stomach. I was sure I'd never been this rock hard before in my life.
"That's not my gun, by the way." I breathed against her, swapping her lips for her neck.
Cora's head fell back to let me in, her hands rummaging through my hair as she breathed, "Just another weapon capable of ruining me I hope?"
In a heartbeat my smile broke out, and her breathy moan of a laugh filled the room. "You'll find out if you're good."
My hands found their way back to her hair then, tugging and earning me those little moans that were making it harder and harder to not just give in and burrow myself inside her.
But I knew all too well that she was the one who needed to decide that.
Regardless of who was steering this ship, the island we landed at would always be her choice.
Her lips found my neck, her tongue tracing the fine line tattoos that lived there. "Better be on my best behaviour then."
My head pulled back to find her eyes, kissing her jaw once. "Would you like that?"
Those glassy eyes bounced between mine, like she was reeling from the fact I'd even asked her. And then I felt her grind against me in response, before she nodded, and kissed my jaw back. "You know I would."
Whatever storm cloud I had inside me came to life then, lightning strikes shooting from the base of my spine, all the way to my figertips that had a hold of the girl who could make me mad with just a flick of her tongue.
My feet moved on instinct, eyeing the back wall of her bedroom and settling her against it. A soft moan escaped her as she realised where we were, but that all became muffled when my mouth found its way back on hers.
She kissed the way that I'd always liked being kissed—with the type of power that only came from someone who knew they were powerful.
Her hands didn't shy away from my face. Her legs did nothing but tighten around me, like she knew there was nowhere else she needed to be in this moment. Like I was worth the pain and sacrifice and vulnerability. Like I was worthy of seeing her at her purest.
And that only made me realise just how much she'd got me. Hook, liner and sinker.
With her body supported, her hands found their way to my belt buckle, undoing it and letting my jeans join her bra on the floor.
Then they got to work removing my boxers enough for my dick to spring free.
And when I felt those pretty hands caress me with such furocity, I held back a groan that I'm sure she wouldn't have apprciated the volume of.
"Fuck me." I groaned as quielty as I could, but it was impossbile not to care about shattering every window in the place with how loud I wanted to scream.
The only way I could think to distract myself was by waring her down too, and so my hands found their way past her bare thighs and right to the waist band of her lace panties. Her head rolled agaisnt the wall once she figured out my tragetory, but I didn't stop until I was pulling back the lining.
"Are you—"
"I'm on the pill." She replied breathlessly, before her mouth covered mine.
I pulled back just a little. "I was going to ask if you're sure this is what you want."
Cora's beautiful head nodded, the slick strands of her hair falling over her face. "I'm sure." She kissed me quick. "I've never been so sure."
And with that, every aspect of me became hers again.
Our lips overlaped in a way that I could have honestly done for days and never gotten bored of, right as my hand palmed my dick and lined it up with her.
"Tell me if I hurt you."
All she did was nod and settle her head agaisnt the wall, eyes raking over me like moonlight over a river.
As slowly, and gently as I could, I settled myself between her, too consumed by her and her hold over me to think about anything other than the feel of her, the feel of pushing inside of her.
That tight, maddening inch. Watching her feel the inches keep coming was equally as maddening, and feeling her wetness consuming me was a sensation that didn't deserve a sentiment.
She felt as beautiful as she looked, with her hands rising above her head, her back arching, and her mouth gaping with the promise of a moan that would become my new favourie noise.
I kept pushing, slow and deliberate, not wanting to rush this.
Then, once I reached the point where I couldn't go further, I angled her hips, driving in that extra inch and watching her gasp.
She writhed agaisnt me like she didn't know what to do with the pressure, so I gave my mouth back to her and let her diffuse it that way, right as I began to pulse.
My hips moved agaisnt her, sliding in and out at a pace that only made me want to double it. It was to the point where I was so deep that I didn't know where she started and I ended.
"I'm so fucking close." She moaned agaisnt my mouth, hands desperatly searching above her for anything to cling on to.
I kept one hand at the base of her neck, remebering the slight smirk that had crept up on her face the last time it had been there, while the other found her hands and pinned them above her. "Keep holding on for me, angel."
My thrusts quickend, partly for me and the sparks of pleasure that were gathering deep inside of me, but mainly to selfishly watch her try and hold herself together whilst I undid every part of her.
“Oh God,” She groaned, right as her mouth left me and she laid her forehead against mine.
Our ragged breaths were almost as out of control as our kisses, our chests rising and falling against one another so we were practically one.
I found her eyes and noticed how light they were, how soft and pretty the brown in them had become.
But when I hit that sweet spot, and watched her melt in my arms, all hell broke loose in her eyes.
And seeing it did something to me. My hips moved faster than they ever had, and my grip on her neck tightened just a little for her moans to become more reckless. My body moved in a way that had her screaming my name into my shoudler, her teeth grazing the skin just a little.
"Come for me, Cora. Let go."
The twisted idea of slowing down just to tease her was barely a flicker in my mind, especially once I saw how she was barely holding on by a thread. And the same went for me.
White hot pleasure gathered at the base of my spine and my mouth crashed back down on to hers, muffling our synced groans.
It enslaved me completely as my name cried through hers lips and her head settled back agaisnt the wall.
My body jerked as the euphoric sensation burst through me, holding me still against her as it trickled over me like a rainstorm.
Soon enough, as our breaths became our own again, her body slid from mine, and we staggered over to her bed, collapsing in exhaustion. My hand found its way under her head, holding her agaisnt me as we breathed, and reeled over what just happened.
"Did that just happen?" She spoke, like she'd stolen a key to my mind.
I nodded, eyes falling to her. "That just happened."
Her head angled to me, letting me trace the glisten that sat over her forehead, and the steady, mesmerisng rise and fall of her bare chest. "How long before you think you can make it happen again?"
My eyes narrowed. "I'm twenty seven, not eighty."
She shrugged, her chest easing the more she breathed. "Still old."
My hand found her jaw as her giggles engulfed our litle corner of the room, tilting it so her eyes were on me. "Insulting me isn't the way to get me to fuck you again."
Another shrug. "How would I know, we only got to explore my kinks just then."
My hand slipped to the back of her neck, squeezing gently. "I'll give you a hint, degrading me isn't one of them."
"So there are kinks?" Her eyes lit up.
I pulled her mouth on to mine, savouring the taste of her out of pure disbelief that I got to see her this way, before pulling back and staring into my favourite colour. "Why do you think it didn't piss me off when you hated me?"