23. Talon
23
TALON
“ I think Navy is gonna sleep for a week!” Cora yells from the bathroom, and I chuckle.
“Not a chance. She’ll be up right along with the sun like she always is.”
Stripping out of my shirt, I toss it on the ground and do the same with my shorts before climbing onto my bed and sitting against the headboard. Letting my eyelids flutter shut, I let out a sigh of contentment at how perfect today had been.
My parents had come home, and we’d celebrated with an impromptu cookout with Cora and Aspen, Phoenix, Bristol, and Navy.
And Chip of course.
He’d taken to Cora right away, and she’d laughed and giggled right along with Navy as they raced around the yard. I’d seen my future in that moment, in everything I never thought I’d ever want but now desperately need.
The bathroom door creaks open, but I don’t open my eyes right away, instead listening to her almost inaudible footsteps as she crosses to the bed.
“Talon?”
“Hmm?” I open one eye and then the other, my lips parted as Cora stands before me in nothing but a towel, her hair piled high on her head. “Baby, what are you…”
“I want to show you.”
A shiver racks my body, the little hairs on my arms standing on end as she moves to straddle my lap, with one hand gripping the towel knotted between her breasts. Nothing in my life has ever compared to this moment. It’s raw and real and beautiful.
She’s beautiful.
“I had to wear two sports bras in high school and college and skipped regular bras at all costs. My mother wanted me to use my assets to attract a husband and never missed an opportunity to tell me how ungrateful I was. When I was in college, I told my father I wanted to get a breast reduction. I was in constant pain, but it took an emotional and mental toll too. He went with me to all the doctors’ appointments and supported me while I had to jump through hoops with physical therapy to show them it wasn’t just a cosmetic surgery.”
“What happened?”
“I had the surgery but there were complications, and I had to go back for a second one to ensure both breasts would be even and secure.” She licks her lips and looks to the side as she says, “They said there’d be scarring, but sometimes it still surprises me when I look in the mirror.”
“But you’re happy? Pain free?”
“Yes.”
“Can I tell you something?”
“I guess,” she says with a nervous laugh, a stray tear sliding down her cheek. Brushing it away with my thumb, I cup her cheek and swallow down the lump of emotion in my throat.
“I did some research.”
“On breast reductions?”
“Yeah,” I confirm, my hand dropping to squeeze her thigh. “I read a lot of stories—women sharing their experiences and why they’d done it, things that went wrong and also how it changed their lives for the better.”
“Why?”
“It was the only way I could think to support you—to honor your strength and resilience—and to make sure you know how perfect you are, how crazy I am about you.” Swallowing hard, I offer my last bit of truth, “And I don’t want to fuck it up.”
She presses her mouth to mine in a hard kiss. It’s not passionate or seductive but grounding like she’s anchoring herself to me in this moment.
And damn if I don’t need it too.
“Have me,” she whispers as she takes my hand and replaces hers on the knot of the towel.
Threading my fingers in her hair, I tilt my head and capture her lips, my heart beating out of my chest as my other hand pulls the towel free, the terry cloth pooling around her.
But I don’t look.
Not yet.
I kiss her harder, sweeping my tongue inside her mouth as I let my fingers tease the swell of her breast.
“You’re so beautiful,” I murmur, trailing kisses across her jaw and down her neck, nipping at the delicate skin at her collarbone before cupping her breasts in my palms. I’m gentle, letting her get used to the feel of being touched before leaning back and letting her see the heat in my gaze. Because I’m in awe of her.
And I’ll tell her every day if that’s what it takes for her to believe me.
“Gorgeous,” I say reverently as I look at her, taking in my fill as I tease and touch. She moans, the sound filled with relief and desire as I savor her with my eyes and hands.
“Talon.” My name is a desperate plea for more and I won’t deny her.
Ever so slowly, I kiss every scar and imperfection, dragging my tongue along each one like I can erase all the hurt before sucking her nipple into my mouth and groaning as her hips rock against the length of my cock.
“You’re perfect,” I praise as I kiss and lick across her chest to repeat my ministrations on the other side.
“It feels so good,” she moans, her fingers raking through my hair as she pushes her tits toward me.
“I could do this all day, Firecracker.” I pinch her nipple between my teeth as she gasps and writhes in my lap. “Do you think I could make you come just like this?”
“I—I don’t know.”
“Next time,” I promise as I suck and knead her tits while I work my boxers down to my thighs and grab a condom.
Plucking it from my hand, Cora rips open the package and slides it over my dick before lining herself up. Her movements are deliciously slow as she takes me inch by inch, her pussy already fluttering in anticipation of her impending orgasm.
I let her set the pace, touching and tasting her everywhere as she works herself into a frenzy, chasing her release with abandon.
“Talon, just…harder—please.”
Gripping her hips, I ease her up and then slam her down, impaling her on my throbbing erection and making her cry out my name. I do it over and over, her words incoherent as her nails dig into my back and shoulders, her face breathtaking as she falls apart.
It’s almost savage the way she milks me, her pussy squeezing me tighter as she rides out every wave of pleasure. Burying my face in her neck, I breathe her in, her name like a prayer falling from my lips.
Because there’s no coming back from that.
I belong to her today and every day after, my heart squeezing at the realization that Cora Delaney is it for me.
She’s my forever.