When I released her nipple, I felt my inner demon gloat when I saw it was red and wet, compliments of my mouth. “Are you asking me to fuck you? Do you want me to stop fucking around and just fuck you now?”
Her throat bobbed, her eyes going wide like she wasn’t expecting these words from me. At the same time, she looked like she liked them. “Yes. That’s what I want.” Her legs tangled around me again, her lap circling mine in a way that made my eyes roll back into my head.
“Are you close, baby?” I grunted, clenching my fists in an attempt to keep from going off. “Because I am. I’m so close, you do that again, and you’re going to be in trouble.”
“You’re that close?” Her mouth was back on my neck, kissing it between her words, but I didn’t miss the note of disbelief in her voice. I didn’t get it though. As it was, it was the miracle of this lifetime I hadn’t already lost it inside her yet.
I tipped my head back to give her better access to my neck. God, I hoped she’d put a couple of marks on me like I already had on her. I wanted Cora’s mark on me for everyone to see. A mark of the physical variety, because her mark had been all over me in every other way.
“Closer,” I breathed when I felt her tighten around my dick after my fingers dug deeper into her backside. Moving my other hand between us, I slid it under her dress, only one destination in mind.
The moment my thumb circled the sensitive spot, I felt her orgasm unfold. Her body went rigid on mine at first, her body pulsing around me, as her moans turned to cries.
“Tell me you want it, Cora.” I ground my jaw as her orgasm spilled through her body, taking everything inside me to keep from following her. “Tell me you want me.”
Her hands dug into my shoulders as she rode me, pulling me deep inside her with every thrust, making me feel like the damn ruler of the universe from the way she was getting off. I’d never known pleasure existed the way I could see it playing out on her face. The way I could feel it pulsing around my damn dick.
“I want it.” She panted, her chest bouncing as she pumped against me. “I want you.”
That was all I needed to hear. She could have stopped bouncing on my dick and gone rigid, and I still would have come. Those were the words I’d dreamed of hearing come from Cora since she’d first come into my life. I’d wanted her to want me the way I wanted her. I knew she might have been referring to it in a different way, given our present situation, but it didn’t change the words she’d spoken or the way I’d taken them.
I want you.
My orgasm hit me hard and violently, like it had been building for years and it had just burst free of whatever wall had been damming it up. Pinning her hard against the porch beam, I drove into her so hard she slid up the smooth wood beam a foot with every thrust. The whole time my release went off in her body, I forced my eyes to stay open so I could watch her. So I could remember the way she looked as I took my pleasure from her, and she took hers from me.
So if the rest of my life was as pathetically lonely as it had been up to now, I’d have this memory to get me through the long years. It would be enough. This moment would be enough for any man.
Even after my orgasm was long over, I kept my body moving inside hers, reveling in the new sensations. The way every muscle in her body felt spent and soft, supple and submissive. The way the union of our pleasure felt between my legs.
It took me forever to catch my breath. It took her just as long. The whole time, I held her, keeping her close as her body floated down from the high we’d just climbed.
She was still breathing deep, heavy breaths when she smiled. “Wow.”
I knew what I’d just done. I knew what it meant. I should have been feeling guilty and ashamed and everything in between. I should have felt like whatever hopes I’d ever had of deserving this woman, whose body I was still sharing, was forever gone. But the thing about Cora was that no mortal man could ever hope to deserve her. They could only die trying. I was good spending whatever was left of my life doing just that.
“Yeah. Wow.” I pulled her closer because I knew soon, I’d have to let her go. It made me want to hold her that much tighter now. “Let me just take this opportunity to apologize for the way we did it our first time as a married couple. I think I was supposed to make love to you instead of fucking you up against this thing, with most of our clothes still on, outside in the open. You make love to your wife on your first night together; you don’t fuck her like some kind of animal.”
She gave a contented sigh, before kissing the corner of my mouth. “I don’t know what you classify that as, but that was the best sex we’ve ever had. No apology needed.”
He was a different man.
I mean, he was still Jacob, but a different Jacob. There was a new meaning behind his words, the way his eyes matched what he was saying, the way he gave me his full attention instead of whatever fraction he had left over. I’d married a different man than the one I’d spent the past decade with, and I’d be lying to say if I didn’t prefer this version. This was the Jacob I’d always hoped he’d become, even after I’d resigned myself to the fact that it was foolish to hold my breath waiting for a man to change.
His breathing was finally back to normal, but that could have been because he was fast asleep. After the porch . . . and the shower right after . . . and on the kitchen counter a little after that when we’d been attempting to refuel—he’d passed out into some kind of satisfied stupor. I should have too, but something was keeping me awake. Him.
I felt like I was afraid of falling asleep and waking up from this dream. The man I’d married wasn’t the same one I’d spent half of my life with and I wanted more of these types of days—I wanted every day forward to be like this one—but I was superstitious too. So I didn’t want to fall asleep, because if this was a dream, I didn’t want to wake up to reality.
A couple of hours ago, he’d carried me to the master bed we were presently curled up in. After wrapping his arm around me and drawing me close, he’d kissed my forehead and fallen asleep. Even hours later, his arm was still folded around me, keeping my body beside his. Jacob had never been one for snuggling after sex. On occasion, he’d been known to indulge me, but it had never lasted for longer than a few minutes and never after he’d fallen asleep. He’d get too hot or develop a cramp in his arm or my hair would get in his mouth or some annoyance would set him off and he’d roll over and keep to his half of the bed for the rest of the night.
Something had changed, and I wasn’t sure I knew what. I wasn’t sure I needed to know what, because whatever it was, I approved. I didn’t need to know the why to appreciate the result.
When I felt my eyes start to succumb to the heaviness they’d been battling, a yawn following right after, I leaned up on my elbow and tried blinking myself awake. It wasn’t working. I’d been up for close to twenty-four hours, gotten married, survived a flight, and had repeated sex of the record-setting variety. It was going to take a miracle to keep me awake.