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“You’re so tight,” I groan, pushing myself further into her womanhood. In response, Cora arches into me, her ecstasy growing to match my own.
In an intense, rhythmic dance, I push myself hard into Cora and she arches her whole body back into me. Back and forth, our bodies touch and press and push against one another over and over, each of us giving and taking from the other. I kiss Cora everywhere – her neck, her breasts, her lips – needing to feel as much of her as I can.
But then the need is too much.
Cora’s moans become deeper, more animalistic until finally she’s crying out for me to keep going. I feel her pussy get wet around me and I can’t hold back my own desires any longer. With one hard plunge, I’m fully inside of Cora’s tight womanhood and her corresponding moan of pleasure pushes me over the edge.
I come hard inside Cora, deep and without reservation. Hot splashes of semen spurt into her even as her pussy contracts, pulling the virile fluid deeper inside. It’s an intoxicating sensation, two humans coming together in that most elemental of ways. We keep coming and coming, and it gives me the ultimate pleasure to stroke and tease this beautiful woman.
Finally, the moment passes and we lay pressed against one another for several seconds, panting and cherishing the moment we’ve just created together.
Once I’m able to breathe again, I scoop Cora’s spent body close into mine and we lay entwined together on the rumpled bed. I know that at some point we may have to discuss what all of this uncontrollable attraction to one another means. But for now, I just want to hold this beautiful woman tightly and pretend that she’s mine.
15
Cora
I don’t know how long Matt and I stayed in bed together, but when I finally open my eyes again, I can see that the sun is hanging low in the sky.
Sunset, I realize, surprised to see the sun after the intense rain over the past several days. It’s the perfect conclusion to a wild and unexpected day.
Matt is lying next to me, softly snoring. I smile as I look down at him in the fading daylight, but just as quickly frown.
What did we do?
I don’t regret sleeping with Matt, and in fact, I want to do so again. But now, looking at the handsome man beside me, my mind is already starting to over-think the situation.
Matt stirs, as if sensing that I’m looking him.
“Hey sleepyhead.” I try to make my voice sound casual, but part of me is suddenly shy.
“Hey yourself.” Matt looks over at the bedside clock. “Wow, 5:30. You wore me out.” He grins mischievously and I feel my heart turn over.
“Pretty sure you did most of the work.” I tease back.
“Hmm, true.” Matt lies back on the bed and closes his eyes. “Guess I’ll make sure you’re the one on top next time.”
Next time… so he wants there to be a next time?
“Yes, good-looking. I want there to be a next time.” Matt’s blue eyes tease me, as if reading my mind.
“I didn’t say that out loud!” I say, shocked.
“I could guess what you were thinking.” He smiles indulgently and starts laughing at my bafflement. “You hungry?”
I nod, suddenly ravenous now that he’s brought it up. “Starving.”
“Let’s go find some food then.” Matt stands up, his completely bare body again taking me by surprise. I blush deeply. “You have the sweetest blush.” He strokes my cheek then holds out his hand. “Come on, sweet cheeks.”
Matt grabs the hot pink robe out of the closet and puts it on. As I laugh at his antics, he pulls out a more subtle flannel robe for me.
“Not going to lie, I kinda like this fluffy thing.” Matt pops up the collar and I laugh again. Wincing a bit, I get up and out of bed. There’s a twinge down there that I’m not used to, and I let out a slight gasp.
“You okay, sweetheart?” he asks with concern.
I nod, flushing hotly again.
“I guess you’re big down there, and I’m not used to it,” is my shy reply. Something flares in his blue eyes, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he merely pulls my curvy figure close to his as we make our way downstairs together.
In the kitchen, Matt pulls out a chair and gestures for me to sit. He heads to the cupboard and grabs the ingredients to make pasta.
“I can help,” I offer.
“No, you can sit there and look sexy.” He hands me a glass of wine, so I settle in to watch him cook.
There’s nothing quite so attractive as a man who knows his way around the kitchen. Matt dices tomatoes, boils the noodles, and in general makes dinner as if it’s no trouble. I watch him through astonished eyes, intrigued to learn that the rich architect can cook.
