I press against her entrance and then push all the way in, sinking into her warmth until I completely bottom out.
“Yes,” she whispers.
Yes is such a goddamn understatement. More like unbelievable. I’m not sure if I’m thinking clearly, but Nora feels like the perfect fit. And when her legs spread even farther, taking me in another inch, I nearly black out.
“Fuck,” I breathe out heavily as I squeeze my eyes shut, trying to will my body to not lose control yet. It’s been so goddamn long for me, and Nora feels like a fucking glove, warm and tight. “Shit, you feel too good. Too damn good. I won’t last long.”
“Same,” she groans out as she pulses her hips against mine.
“Don’t.” I still her hips. “You’re going to make me come too early.”
“Good, because I’m right there, Coop. Please.”
I grind my teeth together. “Fast now, slow later. I’ll need you more than once tonight.”
“You’re reading my mind,” she says as she reaches down and grips my ass, pulling me in.
I take her direction and prop myself on the mattress. Finding a good stance, I thrust my hips into hers.
“Oh God, Cooper.” Her hands fly up to my shoulders, gripping them tight.
I thrust again, and she lets out a hiss of pleasure.
One more, and she cries out in a frenzy.
With pleasure ripping through every muscle in my back, I know neither of us can last much longer, so I pick up the pace and piston my hips in and out of her, not letting up, not even when she’s calling out my name. Not when I feel her go tense beneath me, and not when she cries out my name in pure ecstasy.
I only pick up my pace, pushing myself, until my vision goes dark, my legs turn numb, and my balls tighten against my legs. A rip of pleasure pulses up the underside of my cock, which swells, and then with an explosive roar, I still and come, my orgasm an out-of-body experience.
Together we ride out our pleasure until we’re completely spent. I collapse next to her and press my hands behind my head as I attempt to catch my breath.
“Holy shit,” I whisper. “I’m not sure I’ve come like that . . . ever.”
“I . . . I don’t know . . . I haven’t ever . . .” She turns toward me, her cheeks flushed, her eyes heady. “That was amazing.”
I turn toward her and grip her cheek. I bring her lips to mine, and I let my tongue wander a few more seconds before I pull away. “Fucking phenomenal,” I say.
Her fingers glide over my chest. “Do you, uh . . . do you want to spend the night?”
“If it means being able to do that multiple times? Fuck yes.”
She smiles. “I would prefer it that way.”
I press another kiss to her lips before she stands from the bed and heads to the bathroom. I appreciate the view for a moment before I roll to my back again and stare up at the ceiling.
Fuck, I can’t remember the last time I felt this good. The last time I felt this light. This free. And there is no doubt in my mind what the reason is. She just walked into the bathroom.
We spend the rest of the night making out, sleeping, and fucking. I take her a few more times, making her come even harder than the first.
I become addicted to how vocal she is.
I become obsessed with making her orgasm.
And when we catch our breath, I savor the warmth of her body curled into me.
Everything feels so goddamn perfect.
It just feels . . . right.
My body twists, my legs tangling in a confining sheet, stirring me awake. Groggily, I attempt to open my eyes and take in my surroundings. Where the hell am I?
And why am I so warm?
Eyes blinking, I turn to the side to find a wave of black hair stretched over my arm, followed by a sleeping Nora.
Hell, how could I even forget for a moment?
I inwardly smile and then reach out and push her hair off her beautiful face. She’s passed out, completely out of it. I don’t blame her. After everything we did last night, I’m surprised I’m awake.
But I’ve always had a hard time sleeping places other than my own bed, even if I spent the entire night in and out of Nora.
Needing to go to the bathroom, I carefully untangle myself from the sheets and tiptoe across the creaky wood floors to Nora’s bathroom, where I quietly shut the door and turn on the light. I catch my reflection in the mirror and chuckle at the sight.
Hair completely askew, sticking up on all ends. My lips look swollen, and embarrassingly enough there are scratch and teeth marks all over my chest.
I move to the toilet, lift up the seat, and take care of business while I reflect back on last night.