“Shhh.” She leans up, taking my lips with hers once before pulling back. “There’s no pressure here. No expectations. Let’s just cuddle and see where it leads.”
I nod, walking over to my bag. I kick off my shoes and socks before stripping down to my boxers. The only thing I keep in my hands is the box of condoms. Then I turn, sucking in a gasp at what I see.
Standing in front of me is my very gorgeous girlfriend with my jersey falling to her knees. Her bare knees that were wearing jeans moments ago.
She reaches out for me, so I take her hand. I let her lead me to the bed, nearly nutting in my pants when she bends over to pull the covers back. She climbs under them, so I do too. I leave the box of condoms on the nightstand before I turn to face her.
As soon as I’m settled, she cuddles up next to me. She gets as close as she can, her lips only a breath away from my own.
“Such willpower you have. Most men wouldn’t be able to be this close without kissing a girl,” she teases.
I swallow hard. “I’m not most men, and you sure as hell aren’t most women.”
Her lip touches mine as she adjusts, her leg going over my body, making my dick twitch against it when it settles over me.
“Yeah, but still…”
My lips are on hers before she can finish the sentence. It wasn’t willpower holding me back. It was respect for her.
Trusting her to tell me if she wants me to stop, I lead the kiss, devouring her. My hand finds her leg, caressing it as I show her how much I truly want her with my body. She is right there with me.
It’s as if we are dancing. I slide my hand a little higher, she grinds into me harder. I kiss her a little deeper, and she pulls my hair, demanding I give her more. Each action of mine is met with enthusiasm from her.
I never thought she could feel a fraction of what I do, but in this moment, I think we are pretty evenly matched.
When my hand finally reaches her ass under my jersey, feeling nothing but skin, I groan into her mouth. “No underwear?” I ask her.
She shakes her head. “I was hoping we wouldn’t need any.”
Her eyes are flashing with mischief. Part of me wants to fuck her into the bed and show her what an animal she makes me, but the other part wants this to be different.
She is different.
So instead, I flip her on her back, kissing my way down her throat. I nip at her nipple through the jersey before finding my way between her legs. Pushing my head underneath the jersey, I find her glistening with arousal.
I don’t hesitate. I lick her from opening to clit. When she lets out a loud moan, I do it again.
Some women can only get off with penetration while others need clit stimulation. Then others need a bit of both.
“Kellan, more,” she whimpers, pulling at my hair.
I hum, making her arch into me. “Trust me. I’ll take care of you.”
Her breath catches as she nods, spreading her legs a little wider.
I take my time, exploring every single movement until I find the one that makes her scream the loudest. Thrusting my fingers inside her, I press down on her clit with my tongue until I feel her gush all over my tongue. I lap up every bit of release she gives me, not willing to leave a single drop behind.
When I finally come up for air, Cora is dazed and staring at me like I hung the moon.
She has me feeling like I’m the king of the world. The way she is looking at me now makes me feel like maybe, just maybe, I could be worthy of the love clearly shining in her eyes right now.
I know it’s a mirage. I could never be worthy, but it encourages me to do everything in my power to be the man she needs. The one she deserves.
“Are you done? Do you want more?” I whisper, kissing her lips softly.
She grabs my cock in response, stroking it a few times. Then she reaches over, grabbing a condom.
I let her open it and push it down my length. There’s something so intimate about allowing her to do it for me. It’s not something I’ve ever trusted another woman with.
