She rotates her hips with mine, intensifying the friction between us.
“If my cock was inside you, I would fuck you until you couldn’t breathe.” I thrust against her with force. “I would fuck you so hard you’d forget about every other man before me.” I thrust again and she cries out. “I would make you come so violently that you wouldn’t ever want to leave me, because you’d be addicted.”
Her eyes meet mine as her teeth roll over her bottom lip. “I already feel slightly addicted.”
As much as her words mean something to me, it’s not physical addiction I want. Cora was betrayed by her ex-husband, so she’s not just playing hard to get. She’s unwilling to trust. To want to be married. But I want her. God, I want her. I’ll get her off, get some relief, but I need to work out how to get to her heart, as well.
“Good.” I thrust again and rotate my hips. She cries out once more. “How close are you?”
“Close,” she says.
“Perfect.” I back away, removing myself from her and relishing her pleading cry.
“Pike, don’t. Don’t fucking leave me like this.”
I smooth my hand over her stomach. “I can be an arsehole, but I’m not that much of an arsehole.”
I reach behind me to grab our trusty wand. I bring it between us and press it against her clit, and then position myself right next to the bulb of the wand so it vibrates at the base of my cock. Immediately, my dick sticks straight up and throbs.
“God . . . oh God, Pike,” she says, my name so sweet on her tongue.
“Fu-uck,” I grind out as I try not to come too early, but it’s fucking difficult with Cora playing with her tits beneath me, the vibrator pleasuring me, and Cora’s moans. “Jesus Christ . . . Cora, tell me you’re going to come.”
“Yes,” she says, her head thrashing to the side. “Yes, Pike, oh God . . . I . . . I’m coming.” And she cries out in a feral moan.
That’s all I needed.
My balls tighten and my cock swells right before a powerful groan slips past my lips and I come. I ride the vibrator as I continue to orgasm until there’s nothing left.
Turning off the vibrator, I toss it to the side and collapse to the right of Cora, my hand over my chest as I catch my breath.
And, for the first time since we’ve been married, she rolls into me and tucks into my shoulder. I want to change my shorts, maybe get her a change of clothes as well, but she rests her hand on my chest and sweetly curls against me.
Together, we pass out, just like this, our heads at the foot of the bed. It isn’t until past one in the morning that I stir awake, with Cora cuddled next to me. Not wanting her to catch cold, I lift her up and situate her at the head of the bed. She doesn’t even stir. I make quick work of changing my shorts and then hop back into bed. When I stretch out along the mattress, she takes that moment to slide in sleepily and cling to my chest.
The feel of her pressed against my body and the cadence of her breathing, lulls me back to sleep in no time. That night I have a dream, and it’s me and Cora, living in a tiny cottage in England. She’s pregnant, and we have a dog running at our feet.
Nothing has ever felt more real.
Chapter Fourteen
CORA
“Good morning.”
The rough timbre of Pike’s voice stirs me fully awake. Sleepily, I open my eyes and find him standing in the middle of the apartment wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
“Morning,” I mumble into my pillow, not wanting to move from my comfortable cocoon.
He turns from me and drops his towel, giving me a front-row-seat view of his ass. And, God, it’s so nice. Indents on the side from how muscular it is, indents on the top because God isn’t fair and thought gracing this man with butt dimples would be the cherry on top. And not hairy. Not hairy at all. Such a big bonus.
Just as I get comfortable staring at perfection, he slips his black boxer briefs up and over his rear, covering up the beautiful sight.
When he turns back around, he must notice my disappointment, because he smiles and keeps his eyes fixed on me as he slips on a pair of black jeans. “I’m going to run to the coffee shop around the block and grab breakfast for us. What would you like?”
“Really?” I ask.
He chuckles. “Yeah, really.” He takes a seat on the bed and stretches his hand out to my face. Gently, he strokes my cheek with his thumb. It’s such an intimate touch, but for some reason, it’s not throwing me off in the slightest. “You okay with eating breakfast with me?”