I flipped the switch, turning on the small lamp by my nightstand. Seeing the light streak across my pillows reminded me of something I needed to tell Cori before we got too far.
Reluctantly, I put her down in front of me, stepping back.
“Is something wrong?”
“No.” I said shakily, placing the heel of my hand against the tent in my pants. “I need…before we… I have to tell you…”
She smiled softly. “What is it?”
A long, slow exhale left my lungs. “Well, it’s just… You’re the first person I’ve ever had in this bedroom.”
She looked confused for a moment before breaking into a smile. “Are you trying to tell me you haven’t brought a girl here before? I sort of gathered there hasn’t been anyone serious since you got out.”
I shook my head, looking down. Logically, I knew I didn’t need to be embarrassed, but for some reason, it was hard to say. “Definitely no one serious. But also, not really anyonenot seriouseither.”
She paused before reaching for my hand again, grasping it reassuringly. “I think I understand.”
Meeting her gaze directly, I said, “I had a few one-nighters when I got out, but nothing since I bought the house. And even before, in high school, there were only three.”
“So you put the brakes on just now to tell me you haven’t had a lot of experience?”
I nodded. “I feel like I need to warn you because I’m afraid I’ll be…that I won’t meet your expectations.”
She sat down on the bed, patting the space next to her until I sat, too. “Listen, Deck, so we’re clear, I haven’t exactly been racking up my body count since we were teenagers. You don’t need the number, but let’s just say it’s nothing that would bring me to an expert level. Maybe advanced beginner if the scale isgenerous.” She scooted closer and turned toward me. “Nothing that happened in the past, for either of us, matters now.”
I ran a hand over her thigh. “You’re sure? Because I still plan on blowing your mind. You might just need to give me some time to figure things out.”
“Let me tell you something…” She swung a leg over my lap, straddling me on the edge of the bed. Her fingers twined behind my neck, and she rocked her hips seductively before tugging my tee off and tossing it on the floor. “I’ve never wanted anyone the way I want you.” She ran her hands through my chest hair. “Touching you like this, being with you in literally any way, is something I’ve only dreamed of. That kiss we just shared in your living room—that was the best kiss of my life. And it’s not even close. You don’t need to worry about blowing my mind because my mind is already blown. I’m already melting right into you, wanting you to touch me and make my body lose control the way you’ve been making my heart and mind do for so long.”
“Fuck,” I mouthed as she pulled her sweater over her head, exposing a lacy black bra.
“I want you, Deck.” She leaned forward and touched her lips to my collarbone, speaking directly into my overheated skin. “Put your hands everywhere. I want you to touch me and explore me and learn me. I don’t care what you’ve done, or what I’ve done. Where we’ve been. None of it matters because this is the only thing that does.” She peppered feathery kisses up my neck and along my jaw. At my ear, she whispered, “We’re finally together. And I’ve never wanted to be anywhere more than I want to be in this bed right now.”
I let out a hushed groan. “Mi preciosa. Te adoro.”
“I’m yours, Artie Decker.” She ground her center against my cock, the edges of her bra teasing my nipples. Unseating herself from my lap, she stood back and took off her socks, then the rest of her clothes—efficiently, with her eyes glued to me the wholetime. I sat back and watched as each piece of clothing came off, rubbing my erection through my pants.
When she stood fully naked in front of me, hands loose at her sides and red hair cascading down her back, I took a moment to enjoy the view. “You’re perfect,mami.”
“Show me.”
I swayed forward and pulled her closer, kissing her belly as I trailed my way up, licking a path along her skin as I rose slowly to my feet. Her hands undid my belt. I continued the journey of my kisses over her face, paying special attention to the tiny moles on the apple of her cheek that had played a part in so many of my Cori fantasies.
My pants fell to my knees, and I stepped out of them while holding her jaw in my hands, returning my lips to her mouth for another taste. Our tongues danced as her hand dipped into my boxer briefs, stroking the underside of my cock with a firm palm, pushing my erection against my stomach and swiping her thumb along the slit to gather the precum there.
The back of my knees pressed against the edge of the mattress as we pulled apart. I put my fingers under the elastic of my waistband, and she watched intently as I removed my boxers in one quick movement, followed by my socks. For a few moments, we stood there naked, next to the bed, staring at each other.
Eventually, one of her hands settled on my chest while the other returned to stroking the steel pole between my legs. I closed my eyes as her fingers worked their magic.
Not only had I not been with anyone for almost two years but I also wasn’t a prolific masturbator. In prison, I’d rejected the numerous offers to have my dick sucked and thankfully hadn’t attracted the kind of unwanted attention I’d seen depicted in movies and TV. The lack of privacy had dimmed my sexual appetite because I could never stomach jacking myself with a cellmate around, and certainly not in the showers, where itmight have been viewed as an invitation. As a result, beating off had been infrequent and quick when it did happen. And as with the bed-making, I’d carried that habit with me after my release.
Which was why having Cori’s hands on me felt like more of a revelation than it might have for a different sort of thirty-one-year-old. Every soft touch was a precious gift, every second bliss, every moment worth memorizing for all eternity.
“Cori, you feel so good… I… Thank you.”
She leaned forward and kissed me again before sliding her nose along my cheek to my ear. “You’re welcome.” Inhaling deeply, she murmured, “Your cock feels so thick and hot in my hand. I love touching you. I can’t wait to feel this inside me.”
Her words excited me almost as much as the thumb that began circling the sensitive spot beneath the head of my dick. The sensations were so much, I could barely stand it.
