38. Corinthians #3
“No more secrets,” I told him, and he nodded. “Ever, Uri, not even a small one.”
“Alright,” he agreed. “You want me to delete it?”
“No,” I said, shaking my head. “Keep it for when you miss me.”
Without waiting for me to say anything else, Uri lifted my leg over his shoulder and started eating my pussy. Just like the first time, he licked, sucked, and devoured me without a care in the world. Hearing him moan as he ate added to the appeal.
“Uri,” I moaned and grabbed the back of his head. My hips moved on their own, trying to get closer to the feeling that only he’d ever given me. “Uri.”
“Hmmm,” he replied, not taking his mouth off me, yet he looked up at me.
“I’m cumming,” I moaned. He nodded his head; the tugging sensation that it caused was what pushed me over the edge. My orgasm rushed through my body, damn near knocking me off my feet. Uri held on to me as I shook and moaned. “Shit.”
He kissed the top of my pussy, then sat back on the couch and grabbed his dick. He slowly stroked it while watching me. The aftermath of my orgasm made his lips and beard glisten.
“I can do this,” I said, nodding.
“Are you telling me or asking?” he questioned.
“I’m telling both of us,” I answered as I climbed onto his lap.
The tip of his dick pressed into my opening, and I exhaled.
I wanted to do this; hell, I needed to do this.
I needed to take control of my life. I needed to prove that what I’d gone through with Robert didn’t mean shit.
He hadn’t broken me. Was it fair to Uri that I was using him to do just that?
No, but I didn’t trust anyone else. Even if he didn’t know the extent of what Robert had done to me, I knew that Uri was the only person on this earth that I could do this with. “I just need help.”
“With?” his hands went to my waist, and his thumbs brushed against the skin under my shirt. He was close to the branding but not close enough to touch it.
“I don’t know what I’m doing,” I told him.
Uri’s brow rose in surprise, then he nodded and sat back. “I ain’t gonna rush you; take your time. Ease down on your dick, get to know him.”
“My dick?”
“Your dick,” he nodded. “This your shit, Cori, and only yours.”
It was something about his words that turned me on even more.
I nodded, then did what he said and eased down on his dick? correction, my dick.
The moment the head was in, I started seeing stars, and my breathing changed.
There was no way he felt this good. Slowly I lowered, more and more.
He stretched and filled me in ways that I’d never felt.
I could feel the veins of his dick, rubbing the inside of my pussy, which doubled the pleasure.
“Fuck,” he groaned once I was fully seated.
I could feel his dick jumping inside of me.
The pleasure of that feeling overrode my fear and the little bit of pain of being stretched out the way I was.
He blew a deep breath through his nose, closed his eyes, and dropped his head back. “Fuck, you feel too good. Don’t move.”
I couldn’t if I wanted to. We were feeling the same overwhelming feelings. My mouth dried only to water, and I had to swallow my spit.
“Uri?”
“Yeah, baby?” he replied without moving.
“Teach me?” I asked as I leaned forward to kiss his throat. His Adam's apple moved under my lips as he swallowed. “Please?” I kissed him again, then raised. Uri slowly lifted his head and nodded.
“Take your time, baby; find your rhythm; you ain’t gotta rush,” he told me, then moved my hips back and forth. As soon as I started to move, my toes started to tingle, and my breathing changed. “Breathe, baby; if you cum now, I’ma be right behind you.” He stilled my movements and waited.
I slowly started to rock my hips in the same rhythm that I’d used when he was eating my pussy.
I stared into his eyes, never wanting to break our connection.
Sex with Uri was passionate, heart-shattering in the best possible way, and freeing.
He made me feel like the most beautiful woman without a word.
It was all in his eyes. He didn’t see that little girl who had been held down.
He saw me, the woman who felt stronger, prettier, smarter, braver when only he was around.
“Damn Cori,” he groaned. Finally, he broke eye contact and looked down at our connected bodies.
“Shit. You taking this dick, baby.” His voice was rough, filled with passion and tenderness.
“Cori, you wet as fuck, baby.” He leaned forward, kissed me, then trailed kisses along my jaw, to my ear.
He nibbled on it. “You got the best pussy in the world, baby.” He moaned and then surprised me by starting to move under me. “Let me hear you moan louder, baby.”
I gasped as he fucked me harder from below.
I was on the edge, barely hanging on. My moans eventually went to screams as I hung on.
I didn’t expect this even though I should’ve.
The intensity, the feelings, it was all there.
From the moment he kissed me, I should’ve known.
If it was ever going to be anyone, it was always going to be Uri.
He let my hip go and moved his hand between our bodies.
His thumb brushed against my clit, he applied the right amount of pressure, and I came.
Long, hard, holding onto him for life yet allowing myself to drown in pleasure.
A few strokes later, Uri nutted. He kissed me, long, hard, and passionate, then laid back on the couch, pulling me along with him.
“Give me a minute, and I’ll clean you up,” he said, and I nodded. My face rested against his chest; I could hear his heartbeat, and just like any other time, I closed my eyes and fell asleep.