Chapter 11
Chapter
Eleven
COR
Not-Quite Edict Four: If something has gone amiss, talk to Our Heavenly Mother.
Sunny’s mouth gently presses against mine, warm and soft and thrilling.
I don’t know how to do this, but she moves her lips slowly, coaxing me to learn, and her soft whimpers encourage me.
Her arms wrap around my neck, and her fingers skim my beard and tangle in my hair.
Even though her sublime body is pressed against me in my arms, it isn’t close enough.
I pull her tighter, consuming her mouth with kisses, my new favorite thing.
Sunny is of my heart, connected to my soul, and I kiss her with a hunger for her flesh—to devour without harm, to possess without subjugation—that I did not know was possible to feel.
I also did not know that my body could respond with such delicious, insistent aching, making my sex hard between my legs. Sunny is squirming as she kisses me, and her arousal envelops me. It’s a commingled need and a blessing.
I set her down, and she presses the softness of her breasts against me, murmuring, “I want you” between kisses on my mouth, my neck. “I want you,” she pants again, her green eyes unfocused and connecting through my eyes to my soul. “I want to make love with you.”
“I want you, too, Sunny. Will you teach me how to please you?”
Her dazed returning smile beams with affection and removes all doubts. “I’ll teach you everything,” she murmurs. Her teeth catching her luscious bottom lip on the V of the word sends a jolt of pure desire to my sex.
Her eyes dark, she unbuttons my suit, my shirt and my pants.
In minutes she has laid my body bare and tingling in the cool room.
Her gaze unabashedly reviews me from head to toe and back again, then she pulls my face to hers to kiss it and runs her palms along my skin, across the muscles of my shoulders, down the dark hair of my chest that leads below my belly to where I want her hands the most, although I am still afraid to touch her.
But she doesn’t delay. One hand slips around to grip my bottom, and the other wraps around my sex and slides down and up again.
My knees are weak with the magnificent aching pleasure, my breath hitching.
“My body never did this until I met you,” I murmur raggedly against her mouth.
She grasps me tighter and strokes the tip with her thumb, and the deepest, lustiest moan breaks from my throat.
My fingers are desperate to learn her pleasure. “Can I touch you?”
“Yes.” Her hands leave my body and untie a ribbon at her chest. She pulls her dress off over her head and her full breasts spill free.
She slips off her underwear then stands before me gloriously naked, her skin freckled and pinkened and so lush that my hands and tongue want to explore every inch of her sweet flesh.
My gaze catches between her legs where I only vaguely know what awaits me, but I desire the mystery more than anything.
“Teach me how to pleasure you.” The demand leaves my mouth gruffer and more commanding than any other words I’ve spoken in my entire existence, but it lights a fire in her eyes.
Her hands gently guide me to sit on the table, and she turns around and sits on my lap, her bottom pressing against my erection.
Holding my gaze, she takes one of my hands, kisses the palm, then fills it with her supple breast, squeezing herself through my hand and guiding my thumb and forefinger to pinch her nipple.
Her eyes close in pleasure, and a soft cry breaks from the back of her throat as she grabs my other hand.
Her feet perch on my knees, and she spreads her legs open, dragging my hand down the soft skin of her belly and further until my fingers slip into the deep, hot folds of her sex.
Impossibly wet and velvety, it’s the most miraculous thing I’ve ever touched.
She whimpers and squirms her lovely body on my lap as my fingers press into her softness, exploring every crevice.
Her hand guides mine to a firm spot at the apex of her sex, and she moans when I rub my fingertip gently across it.
“Slip around…circles…” Her breathy commands are ragged as I obey.
“Oh my god. Yes. And then—” She drags my fingers down and guides two up inside her body.
The shock of her snug, wet heat hugging my fingers makes my sex twitch against her inner thigh, and soft moans emit from her throat.
But when she pulls my fingers back up to swirl around her bud, she gasps and whimpers in quick little cries.
I no longer need her hands to guide me, because giving Sunny pleasure feels like what I was made to do.
She presses her head back against my shoulder, her every breath a frenzied cry at my work.
And when I plunge my fingers back inside her while my thumb circles her, she cries out louder, and her sex pulses around my fingers.
Her ragged breathing slows as her whole body relaxes in my arms. For a moment, she is too overcome to do anything but grip my hand against her sex and breathe.
“Cor,” she breathes. She pulls my hand away then turns around and straddles me while grasping my sex firmly in her hand. “Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I pant. “I require you. Now.”
She kisses me hard, and then the tip of my sex is at her entrance. Suddenly, her snug, wet sheath consumes my sex, and I have never felt such ecstatic aching. I’m moaning and thrusting up into her, and my aching breaks and climaxes into the most satisfying throbbing.
“Oh!” She exclaims softly. “That’s okay. It’s your first time. I didn’t expect you to last—Oh!”
I thrust my hips up against her, chasing the ache that is already building again. Because unlike the human biology I learned about, my sex is not refracting. It is hard and needy, and I am not finished claiming my lover.
“Yes, Cor,” she cries. She’s gone feral, her luscious breasts bouncing against my chest, her hands in my hair as she cries out and rides against me.
My fingers dig into her hips as she grinds them in tight circles.
Her breaths are cries now, her fingernails digging against my shoulders.
She mewls, and her sheath contracts around my sex, breaking me into another soul-consuming climax.
It’s still not enough.
Sunny’s eyes flutter open, her lovely face flushed and wild as she gazes deep into my eyes. “?????,” she breathes.
Something breaks lose inside my soul. “You said my name.”
Suddenly I’m on my feet and pressing her back against the wall with her legs wrapped tight around my waist. I grind into her paradisiacal sex harder and deeper, my hands and mouth consuming her kisses, the sweet taste of her flesh, the bite of her teeth against my lips as she entreats me, yes and more and please.
The powerful waves of her climax undulate around my sex, and I’m throbbing inside her, completely spent and satiated.
For now.
My legs are a little shaky—another new sensation—as I sit back on the table.
She lays her head against my shoulder, and her heart is a pounding drum beneath her pressing breasts. If I stay inside her much longer, I will give in to my desire again.
“Wow,” she breathes. “That was…wow. I swear, I could almost feel your pleasure wrapped up in mine. Like we were almost one person.”
I smile and kiss her brow. “That is the way of soul mates, I’m told.”
She lifts her head, bemused. “Soul mates? Like in some fairy smut novel?”
“What is a fairy smut novel?”
Her laugh is musical. “Don’t worry, I’ll get you to read my entire stash. They’ll be an excellent learning experience for you.” She waggles her eyebrows at me with a giggle before laying her head on my shoulder. “I’m ready to go home. You’ll come with me, won’t you?”
I brush hair from my eyes. “I would be honored, but…” I swallow hard. “I have to go.”
She raises her head with a soft frown. “For how long?”
I press a kiss to her forehead. “I do not know.”
Her beautiful face falls, and she places her hands on either side of my face. “Cor, are you saying I might never see you again? That’s not fair.”
I kiss away the new tears staining her cheeks. “My Sunny, I will do everything in my power to come back to you, but I fear what Our Heavenly Mother will say about our love. I’ve broken so many—”
“God’s a woman?” she blurts.
I close my eyes. I have revealed far too much, but I nod. “Yes. But I have broken so many rules, and I have to do the right thing now.”
“But you have to come back to me,” she whispers into another kiss.
I wrap my arms around her and kiss her deeply. “My heart will stay with you for however long we’re apart.”
Sunny nods through her tears. “And my heart will go with you,” she says gently. She stands up and helps me gather my clothes.
In a few moments, I’m dressed, but Sunny’s still beautifully naked, adjusting my tie. Her smile is so sad it breaks my heart.
“Come back to me, okay?” She kisses me again, and then I step through the veil to see the Mother of all.