A dream catcher, small though intricate, and carefully placed amongst the feathers and beading is a pocket watch.
Not just any pocket watch though; it is mine.
My Cora had to have recalled every detail from her dreams and explained them to the artist because for it to be so close to exact without having laid eyes on it in centuries, there is no other way, but there is no denying that it is in fact my watch branded on her skin.
Which is the last coherent thought I have before she strides toward me slowly, my eyes drawn to the sway of her hips, the scent of her arousal so heavy in the air that my body reacts the only way it can.
And when she takes the charcoal from my fingers and removes the pad from my lap, it is clear to both of us just how much of an effect seeing her this way has on me.
"I had my reasons for wanting to wait up for you, lovey.” Cora sets my tools aside, cups my cheeks and leans toward me. She brushes my lips in the gentlest caress and smiles. "Reasons I think you'll appreciate."
Then my love crushes her mouth to mine, devours my lips in hungry kisses that threaten to consume me completely.
Her hands slide into my hair, tug hard on the strands still damp from my shower, and when I feel her tongue seek entrance along the seam of my lips, I growl.
I take control and she gives it, my light moaning into my mouth as I clip her plump bottom lip with my fang and suck. My hands roam her flesh, the velvet heat against my cool skin. Our kiss deepens, our tongues dance, my fingers trace every inch of her curves in a way they never have before, but when I dig them into her hips, try to pull her onto my lap I feel her smile before she rakes her teeth over my lip and goes back to standing.
My growl is one of protest as I straighten in my seat, try to put us skin to skin, and continue what Cora started then so quickly stopped.
"I like it when you pout.” She grins as she places a hand on each of my shoulders. "I find I like it a lot."
I scowl as my fingers trail up her calves, her thighs, around to her ass. "You are an evil little pixie."
Cora smiles against my lips as I try to kiss her again. "You always said I'm more of a fallen angel than anything else."
Then she teases me with another kiss, but before I can tug her toward me, my light uses my lust against me and forces me back down into the chair with a thud. And because I still see the devious glint shining in her eyes I'm inclined to see what she does next.
Which is something I was not even close to prepared for.
Cora slowly drags her nails down my chest, drags them over my nipples as she drops to her knees in front of me, and if I thought my dick couldn't get any harder I would be dead wrong.
Oh gods and when my light pushes my knees apart, makes room between my thighs for her gorgeous little body then leans forward and trails open mouth kisses along my abs, my hips, right along the top of my shorts, I fear I may black out.
And yet she continues.
Cora slips her fingers into the waistband and tugs, forces me to lift enough to pull them down, and as soon as my shorts are around my ankles, she grips my cock tightly in her hand.
NowI'm going to black out.
Or so I thought because somehow my eyes remain glued to hers, and watch intently as she strokes my length a few times before her tongue darts out and licks, fucking licks me root to tip.
My growl is almost unnatural, primal and animalistic, and only deepens when she does it again before closing those petal soft lips around the tip of my dick and sucks.
“Fuck." I inhale as my head falls back, eyes rolled up into my skull while my love takes more and more of me into her mouth, right up until I hit the back of her throat.
She bobs in time with the slow rocking of my hips, works the part of my shaft that doesn't fit with her delicate hand. Cora releases me with a pop and just as I'm about to protest, to beg for her to continue, her other hand cups my balls, massages them while her tongue licks my length again. Then her mouth replaces her hand, sucks each one, then licks up between them all the way back to the head of my cock.
My hands fly to her hair as Cora sucks me like a goddamn lollipop, works me with her mouth, her tongue, her hand, while simultaneously giving my balls a little squeeze, a small tug.
The tip hits the back of her throat again and when she moans in pleasure I almost lose my shit.
"Cora… my love..." I pant, desperate to warn her of my impending release. "Cora, I'm… fuck."
She doesn't stop.
No, as a matter of fact my light seems to move quicker, suck harder, squeeze tighter in all the right places.
Her mouth is magical and when I'm just about to pull out so I don't explode and drown her in my cum, she fucking deep throats my cock as far she can and I shatter.
