Experimentally, she runs her thumb across the tip. It slides in my pre-cum, which seems to delight her, so she does it again and again. I groan. Her fascination with it is killing me. She wraps both her hands around my dick and gives it a squeeze. I put my hand over hers and show her how to stroke me. She picks up my rhythm. I’m dying. She’s torturing me.

I pull on her shirt. She lets go long enough for me to draw it and her bra off at the same time. I shuck my shirt and toss it aside. We’re way past going slow. Putting her hands on my chest, she moves them across my shoulders, down my arms, then back again. Her expression is a mixture of fascination and curiosity. I stand still for her. Her hands continue their movement across my pecs and over my abs. I want to touch her, but I don’t want her to stop touching me. So I look instead.

I imagined Cora naked so many times. I wasn’t even close. She’s beautiful. Gorgeous. Perfect in every way. She has her hands on my dick again. It’s sweet torture. Bending down, she licks it. She’s playing, testing. I lay my hand on her back, encouraging her. I watch as she takes me all the way into her mouth. Moving my hand to her head, I gently coax her, letting her know what I like. She seems to understand, picking up the movement.

“No teeth,” I grit out.

She adjusts. For sure I’m dying now. It’s like the first time I ever got head, and I can’t stop the pressure that’s building fast, too fast. If she doesn’t stop…I lift her chin and her mouth slides off with a pop.

“Did I do something wrong?”

“No,” I tell her. “God, no. You did it too right. Come here.”

I hold her. Her breasts feel amazing against me. I want to make this good for her. I want to make her as crazy for me as I am for her. I want to hear her scream my name as she digs her heels into my ass. But first I want to make sure this is what she wants.

“Are you sure about this, Bluebird?”

She nods against my chest, her hair tickling. “Are you?”

“Hell, yes.”

“Okay, then.”

She steps back. While I watch, she takes her jeans off and then she’s standing there in nothing but a little scrap of white cotton. I want to touch her, but can hardly move. She hooks her thumbs in her panties and then they’re gone too. My heart is beating so hard and fast I can hear it over the sound of the ocean. I shuck my underwear and jeans in record time. Her gaze is everywhere. I stand still for her inspection. My dick is so hard it hurts.

I feel like she needs this, this moment to pause. She could back out at any moment. I don’t want to give her a chance to. There’s so much to her I feel like it will take me years to learn it all. But if I only get this night, this one moment, with her it would be more than I ever thought I could have. With everything in me I hope she feels the same. I want to be everything she needs me to be, everything she ever imagined.

Chapter 19 Cora

He’s beautiful. If you can call guys that. Everything about him is perfect, at least as far as I know. It’s not like I’ve never seen a naked man before. Well, maybe not one in real life. His penis doesn’t feel like I imagined it would. It’s soft on the outside and hard on the inside. He let me touch him how I wanted to. I didn’t know what I was doing. It was more instinct and an idea of what might please him than any actual knowledge.

He’s looking at me like he could pounce on me at any moment. I can’t think when he looks at me like that. He’s patient, letting me explore his body without grabbing at mine. I don’t know where this bravery came from, but I don’t feel shy with him. There’s something there—I don’t know, trust maybe—that makes me feel safe. He stands still for me like a model, letting me experiment with little touches. His body is so different from mine. Leaning forward, I lick his small, flat nipple. His breath catches. I want to touch him all over. I want to lick him all over. I wonder if he’ll let me.

“What do you want, Bluebird?”

“I’m not totally sure.”

I slide my hands along his sides. His stomach muscles bunch as though I tickled him. Watching the play of his muscles, I do it again, this time moving my hands to his backside. His eyes are hot on mine. It’s taking a lot of his control to let me have my way like this. He’s given me all the power here. I should reward him. I take his penis in my hand again, stroking up and down like he showed me. A muscle in his jaw tics. He likes this. I explore further, reaching underneath the base of his dick and palm him. His eyes drift closed a little. He likes this too. A lot.

I reach for one of his hands, which are fisted at his sides, and put it on my breast. I liked it when he touched me there. His touch is expert, and with only minimal effort I’m pressing against him, wanting more.

“What do you want?” he asks again, his voice strained.

“I want you to touch me like I’m touching you.”

I don’t have to ask twice. His hands are suddenly everywhere. The sensations come at me one after the other. His kisses are hot and openmouthed, trailing down my neck and then OH, GOD. He latches on to my nipple and my knees buckle. Sweeping me up, he lays me on the bed, covering my body with his. The weight of him is more than I expected and yet not enough. My back arches under the onslaught of his mouth at my breasts. He’s driving me crazy toward something. It’s building. I clutch at his head, keeping him right there where I want him.

His chuckle vibrates against me. He bites me, gently sinking his teeth into my flesh. My hips come off the bed. He does it again. His hand is between my legs and I have a moment where I think to push it away. He hits a spot I didn’t know existed and then I’m bucking against his hand. He drifts down my body, his gaze burning. Pushing my thighs wider apart, he looks down at me. Before I can stop him he puts his mouth RIGHT THERE and it’s like I’ve been hit with a million volts.

The shock of what he’s doing stuns me into submission. I let him lick and suck on me down there. It’s good. It’s so, so good. I didn’t know. He parts my folds, exposing more of me. I lift my head to watch and I can’t believe what I’m seeing. I can’t believe how damn good it is. I had no idea. He’s doing this thing with suction and his tongue, little flicks. It’s making me insane. He pinches my nipples softly, then harder.

“Harder,” I gasp.

He does it harder. Sensations rush at me, one after another in great waves. His mouth, his hands, his tongue, his…OH, MY GOD. Arching back, I cry out suddenly. Shocked, I clap a hand over my mouth.

He moves it away, laughing. “Yell all you want, Bluebird. There’s no one but me to hear you, and I like it.”

He kisses the inside of my thigh, my stomach, and then the slope of my breast as he makes his way back up to me. Holding me against him, he strokes my back. I’m out of breath and kind of tingly all over. He’s so big and warm. I snuggle in to him and let my eyes drift shut. I don’t think about how weird it is that I’m lying naked with him or how only weeks ago I wasn’t sure I could trust him.

My body gets heavy. My thoughts slow…

I wake up sometime later, confused. It takes me a minute of slight panic to realize where I am. The ocean crashes outside in a dependable rhythm. It’s dark, darker than I’m used to. Leo’s heart beats steadily beneath my cheek. I’m draped across him like a blanket. He’s got an arm around me, tucking me in close. Sometime in the night he pulled the covers over us. We’re skin to skin. What happened earlier comes back to me and heat creeps into my face. I can’t believe what I did. I can’t believe what I let him do to me.