29. Deck #2
“Let me tell you something…” She swung a leg over my lap, straddling me on the edge of the bed.
Her fingers twined behind my neck, and she rocked her hips seductively before tugging my tee off and tossing it on the floor.
“I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.
” She ran her hands through my chest hair.
“Touching you like this, being with you in literally any way, is something I’ve only dreamed of.
That kiss we just shared in your living room—that was the best kiss of my life.
And it’s not even close. You don’t need to worry about blowing my mind because my mind is already blown.
I’m already melting right into you, wanting you to touch me and make my body lose control the way you’ve been making my heart and mind do for so long. ”
“ Fuck ,” I mouthed as she pulled her sweater over her head, exposing a lacy black bra.
“I want you, Deck.” She leaned forward and touched her lips to my collarbone, speaking directly into my overheated skin.
“Put your hands everywhere. I want you to touch me and explore me and learn me. I don’t care what you’ve done, or what I’ve done.
Where we’ve been. None of it matters because this is the only thing that does.
” She peppered feathery kisses up my neck and along my jaw.
At my ear, she whispered, “We’re finally together.
And I’ve never wanted to be anywhere more than I want to be in this bed right now. ”
I let out a hushed groan. “ Mi preciosa. Te adoro .”
“I’m yours, Artie Decker.” She ground her center against my cock, the edges of her bra teasing my nipples.
Unseating herself from my lap, she stood back and took off her socks, then the rest of her clothes—efficiently, with her eyes glued to me the whole time.
I sat back and watched as each piece of clothing came off, rubbing my erection through my pants.
When she stood fully naked in front of me, hands loose at her sides and red hair cascading down her back, I took a moment to enjoy the view. “You’re perfect, mami .”
“Show me.”
I swayed forward and pulled her closer, kissing her belly as I trailed my way up, licking a path along her skin as I rose slowly to my feet.
Her hands undid my belt. I continued the journey of my kisses over her face, paying special attention to the tiny moles on the apple of her cheek that had played a part in so many of my Cori fantasies.
My pants fell to my knees, and I stepped out of them while holding her jaw in my hands, returning my lips to her mouth for another taste.
Our tongues danced as her hand dipped into my boxer briefs, stroking the underside of my cock with a firm palm, pushing my erection against my stomach and swiping her thumb along the slit to gather the precum there.
The back of my knees pressed against the edge of the mattress as we pulled apart.
I put my fingers under the elastic of my waistband, and she watched intently as I removed my boxers in one quick movement, followed by my socks.
For a few moments, we stood there naked, next to the bed, staring at each other.
Eventually, one of her hands settled on my chest while the other returned to stroking the steel pole between my legs. I closed my eyes as her fingers worked their magic.
Not only had I not been with anyone for almost two years but I also wasn’t a prolific masturbator.
In prison, I’d rejected the numerous offers to have my dick sucked and thankfully hadn’t attracted the kind of unwanted attention I’d seen depicted in movies and TV.
The lack of privacy had dimmed my sexual appetite because I could never stomach jacking myself with a cellmate around, and certainly not in the showers, where it might have been viewed as an invitation.
As a result, beating off had been infrequent and quick when it did happen.
And as with the bed-making, I’d carried that habit with me after my release.
Which was why having Cori’s hands on me felt like more of a revelation than it might have for a different sort of thirty-one-year-old. Every soft touch was a precious gift, every second bliss, every moment worth memorizing for all eternity.
“Cori, you feel so good… I… Thank you.”
She leaned forward and kissed me again before sliding her nose along my cheek to my ear. “You’re welcome.” Inhaling deeply, she murmured, “Your cock feels so thick and hot in my hand. I love touching you. I can’t wait to feel this inside me.”
Her words excited me almost as much as the thumb that began circling the sensitive spot beneath the head of my dick. The sensations were so much, I could barely stand it.
“I’m so turned on right now,” I said. “I need to sit down before my knees give out.”
“That’s what a girl likes to hear.” I slumped onto the mattress.
“Hold that thought,” she said, turning around and exiting the room, giving me a fantastic view of her perfect peachy ass.
A moment later, she came back waving a condom.
“From my purse,” she said, tossing it onto the mattress near the pillows.
“Such a Girl Scout.” I scooted back until I lay all the way across the bed, with my head on the pillow next to the foil packet.
She put one knee on the bed and crawled slowly up my body until she was stretched out on top of me.
Folding her arms across my pecs, she rested her chin on top of her fists, looking down at me and grinning.
I ran my hands up and down her back and over her ass, squeezing the round cheeks firmly.
She lined her center over my cock and began sliding back and forth over it.
She wasn’t moving fast enough to get me off, only enough to tease me.
Keeping me horny while promising things to come.
The mattress jostled unexpectedly, and I peeked down by our feet to see Bastardo had jumped onto the bed.
Cori glanced down too, a titter of laughter escaping her.
“No way, gato demonio ,” I said, shooing him with my hand. Bastardo glared at me and proceeded to groom his chest, licking aggressively.
Cori lifted one foot slightly, urging the cat off the mattress. When her prod became more of a gentle shove, Bastardo got the message and hopped off, giving us a murderous glare on his way out the door.
“I hope he still likes me after that,” Cori said, burying her face in my chest. “But even if he doesn’t, it was worth it.”
“He’ll get over it.” My voice sounded wrecked to my own ears. I gripped her hips, encouraging her to resume rocking over my erection.
Cori closed her eyes and hummed, then lifted herself up. She leaned back on my thighs, spreading herself over them. I looked down in awe at the place that was warm and wet and open, waiting for me to fill.
“Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” I murmured.
She gazed down at me with the intensity that was so much a part of her, her eyes full of secrets and knowledge. I’d never been able to hide from those eyes. And I didn’t want to now.
“Hand me the condom,” Cori commanded roughly.
I startled. “You’re ready for… Now?”
“Now. I need to feel you.”
“But I…wanted to taste you.” And I don’t want this to be over too soon. “I want to make you feel good.”
She scoffed playfully. “I’m betting that thick piece you’ve got keyed up between your legs is gonna make me feel pretty good. And as far as tasting me goes, I want to do the same for you. And we will. There will be time for all the things. But right now, I need to get you in me.”
I handed her the condom, mesmerized as always by her competence. Letting her take the lead felt right. I’d denied her for so long, lied to myself. She deserved to set the pace.
But she also needed to hurry. Because I would not last long.
She rolled the condom on before sliding down on top of me, taking me into an enveloping heat that had me closing my eyes and questioning honestly if a person could die of pleasure.
“This is…” I grunted, the guttural sound vibrating off the walls. “It’s so—”
“Amazing,” Cori whispered as she seated herself fully, her wetness spread out and mixing with my dark curls.
Our bodies connected in the most intimate way possible.
She tilted forward and toyed with the chains lying on my chest. “I’m actually pretty close already, Deck,” she said, inspiring a small shiver of satisfaction.
With her other hand, she reached for one of mine.
Grabbing my pointer finger, she brought it to the place where we were joined. “Rub my clit. Fast.”
I did my best to follow orders. Thanks to the internet, I had a general understanding of the female anatomy, even without extensive firsthand experience.
As I furiously worked the little nub, Cori squeezed herself around my cock and writhed on top of me.
Darts of ecstasy crossed her features, and getting her off became the most important goal of my life.
Before I knew what was happening, she came with a cry. The trembling cascaded down her body to her thighs. Her inner muscles massaged my cock.
As she gasped softly through the aftershocks, I grabbed her hips and flipped her over, my shaft slipping out. Cori reached for me as she settled into the pillows. I inserted my cock inside her again, holding myself up on my arms.
I gazed at her eyes, her mouth, and the place where my gold chains fell loosely on the perfect pink tips of her breasts. “You’re gorgeous, mami ,” I whispered. “This is the best night of my life.”
She looked at me with a penetrating stare, acknowledging my words with a smile I’d never seen before. A smile between lovers.
We kept our eyes glued together as I thrust myself into her. It didn’t take long. Ten quick strokes and I shuddered fiercely, releasing into the condom. Cori widened her eyes beneath me as I experienced the best orgasm of my life.
As the pleasure subsided, I fell on top of her with a long, cleansing breath.
This woman. This woman was everything to me.
I would never let her go again.
Several hours later, we lay curled up together. There’d been no question Cori would spend the night. If I had my way, we’d be figuring out how to spend every night together from then on. My place. Her place. It didn’t matter.
Bastardo made his way back onto the bed, settling himself next to Cori, who he’d apparently forgiven. I could get used to this. Sleeping next to a magnificent woman, having someone to care about at the end of a long day. Making a family with my temperamental cat.
This could be real. This could be a life. My life.
A rattling phone cut through the early morning darkness like a bullhorn.
“Has to be yours,” Cori drawled sleepily. “Mine is still in my purse in the living room.”
“It’s fine. Whoever it is will call back.”
I pulled her into my arms.
The phone shook again.
Silencing it required me to leave the cozy cocoon of the bed, since I’d left it on the dresser. But when I turned it over, something compelled me to answer the unknown number.
“Hello?”
“Hello. Is this Mr. Arturo Decker?” the harried voice asked.
I cleared my throat. “Yes.”
“This is Natty Garfin. We’ve been trying to get ahold of your wife, but she isn’t answering her phone.”
My wife? My… Oh… Oh fuck.
“She’s here with me.”
“That’s helpful. Well, I’m a nurse at Everett General. We’ve been trying to get ahold of Ms. Cori Raney—I suppose you two have different last names—but now that I have you on the line, I’m sorry to have to inform you that your brother-in-law is in our intensive care unit.”
“Wait. What?” I pulled on my boxers as I held the phone against my ear with my shoulder. “What’s happened?”
“Something’s wrong?” Cori asked from the bed. I turned to her, and she diagnosed the look on my face immediately. “Johnny,” she mumbled.
I nodded softly as she began getting dressed.
“Mr. Johnny Raney is in the ICU,” Natty said again, very matter-of-factly.
“We can’t be sure until all the tests are back, but we believe he’s had a cardiac incident.
The doctor also suspects an overdose. I’m very sorry to have to tell you this over the phone, but it’s important that you and Ms. Raney get to the hospital as soon as possible. ”
“We’re on our way.”
“Good. And…you should hurry.” The first flicker of emotion entered Natty’s voice. “Again, I’m very sorry.”
Cori was already dressed. “Where is he?” she asked.
“Everett General.” I paused before deciding there was no shielding her from the truth. “And baby, it doesn’t sound good.”