by S. E. Law
“I want to kiss you again,” comes my growl.
The curvy girl doesn’t have time to answer because I lean down and catch her mouth with my own. I nibble on her lips a little and then pry them open, slipping my tongue into her mouth. I hold her head close to mine so she can’t escape my desperation.
But Cora returns my fervor with her own passion. She presses her full, sexy body deliberately against me as her tongue slides against mine. As the kiss becomes even more intense, I feel Cora’s full breasts press against my chest and I groan.
I want her.
I’ve wanted to feel and taste and hold Cora ever since I first met her, and now, she’s mine for the taking. Feeling her press her soft body into mine, I know she wants me, too.
I step back from the kiss, and again we’re both left panting, staring at one another. Flickers of need shine in Cora’s deep brown eyes, reflecting my own.
“Come with me,” I growl. Cora nods her assent so I take her hand and lead her out of the kitchen and up the stairs. I pause at the bedroom door and look back at her.
She’s so fucking beautiful, I nearly moan aloud.
Cora’s eyes are still full of desire and I am certain mine must look similar. “I want you,” is my harsh statement.
“You – you do?” Cora seems surprised and it only serves to maker her that much more appealing.
“Yes.” With a growl, I pull Cora close to me and begin to kiss her with an entirely new intensity. It’s almost as if I can’t taste her enough.
We stumble into the bedroom. A small part of me wonders if I should stop all of this before we get too carried away, but feeling Cora in my arms, I suddenly realize that I never want to let her go.
As if having the same internal battle, Cora pulls back from me ever so slightly. We look into one another’s eyes, as if trying read the other’s mind.
Slowly, deliberately, Cora steps out of my arms and backs up until her legs hit the bed frame. Keeping her eyes locked on mine, she slowly pulls her sweater over her head to reveal an ample and heaving bosom barely contained by her lacy bra.
Just as slowly, she slips off her jeans, revealing a skimpy pair of pink panties underneath. My pants get even tighter at the sight of Cora’s nearly nude body on display in front of me.
I’d thought about her full figure on several occasions, especially since stroking those wet folds the night of the fire. But my daydreams were nothing compared to the reality before me.
I keep my distance for a moment, taking in the vision in front of me. Cora’s breasts are creamy and large, and it’s all I can do not to bite her supple ass. With her long brown hair falling easily around her shoulders, she looks like a goddess ready to be worshipped.
Just as Cora did, I slowly remove my clothes while keeping my eyes locked on hers. I unbutton the simple flannel shirt and drop it on the ground, revealing my bare chest. I follow suit with my pants, but then Cora’s eyes go wide and her mouth opens with shock because I like to go commando, and don’t wear boxers. Standing before the gorgeous woman, I bask in her shy but frank inspection of my naked body.
“Oh my god.” Cora’s jaw drops and I almost laugh at her surprise.
“That’s what I should be saying.” My own voice is thick with need, and I can’t take it anymore. In a few short steps I cross the room and lean over until my face is level with Cora’s.
“Sit back, sweetheart,” I order. Cora scoots back on the bed, her brown eyes wide with questions.
Gently, still leaning over her, I kiss her mouth but then let my lips trail slowly down her neck and toward her supple breasts. Tenderly, I slip first one, and then the other bra strap from her shoulders. Without the supporting straps, the cups fall low, revealing luscious creamy mounds and taut pink nipples.
Caving, I pull one her perky nipples between my lips and gently bite it. Cora moans deeply, her whole body convulsing with the sensation. Pleased with this reaction, I do the same to her other nipple, nipping it just a little harder still. Instinctually, Cora arches her whole body into mine and I splay my hand across her hip to keep her still.
“I want you.” Cora is practically purring with desire, and I want to plunge myself into her.
Not yet.
Gradually, I move my lips from her pert breasts lower toward her belly. With each caress, Cora gasps and moans, trying to push her hips against me. And still, I hold her in place.
“I want to taste you,” I tell her and she whimpers.
“Yes, yes, I want you to,” she nearly cries.
Heeding her wishes, I slip a finger along the edge of her skimpy panties, teasing her, tantalizing her.
“Please, Matt, please.” Cora begs, arching her hips.
“Shhh.” I croon as I slowly pull the sliver of lace down her legs. I start kissing her ankle and then let my mouth drift back up toward her knee, her thigh.
“Please Matt, please.”
I concede and slowly start to tease Cora’s pussy with my lips. Gently, I kiss her most female of flesh but then I can’t resist anymore. Deftly, I plunge my tongue deep into her wet womanhood, wanting to sample her fully.
Cora moans and pushes her pussy against my mouth. I hold her hips firmly with my hands, and again she whimpers with need. I comply and push my tongue firmly into her wet womanhood again and again. I can feel my own cock become rigid with the anticipation of being inside of her, but not yet.
Determined to make Cora come, I pinch her nipples between my fingers while my mouth continues its gentle but urgent assault on her swollen sweetness. She’s wet and moaning and completely caught up in the moment. With a few more deft flicks of my tongue and a firm tug on her taut nipples, Cora comes – hot and wild and uninhibited – and I lick at her sweetly creaming hole until I know she’s satisfied.
I climb on to the bed next to her, enjoying the sight of Cora’s heaving breasts and open-mouthed panting.
Smiling devilishly, I grab her hand place it on my rock hard cock. Her eyes go wide and that same lusty need flits across them.
“I want you in every way,” I tell her, need thick in my own voice.
“You’re so big,” Cora says innocently. I would have chuckled at her if my desire to be inside of her weren’t so intense.
I get to my knees and straddle Cora’s naked body with my own. Her brown eyes cloud over with yearning.
“It’ll fit. I want to be inside of you, but only if you want it.”
She just nods, and it’s enough for us both. With one swift move, I slide my rock hard cock into her tight pussy. Cora gasps a little. Unable to control my raging hunger any longer, I reach under Cora and squeeze her ass as I pull her even more deeply against me.
“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.
Within minutes, Matt lays out a beautiful dinner, complete with candles so we can see in the fading evening light.
We dig into the meal, our occasional silence easy and pleasant. But between hefty bites of the delicious spaghetti, we chat about our respective lives.
“Seriously? You’ve never been to that theme park? It’s just a few hours down the road. It’s got the fastest roller coaster in the world!”
Matt shakes his head and laughs, his mouth full of the pasta. “I love roller coasters, so I guess you’ll just have to take me.”
“Deal. But only if you agree to teach me how to use a bow and arrow.”
“I don’t know, Cora. You’re kind of clumsy.” He winks at me, enjoying my outrage.
“I am not clumsy!” I sputter, but then laugh good-naturedly.
“Yes, you are,” he says.
“Yes, I am,” I affirm at the same time and we both laugh again.
The whole evening is filled with light conversation and learning whatever we can about each other. We talk the night away until we each yawn, exhausted from the day. Matt and I make our way upstairs and crawl into my bed together, as if being together is second nature. We take off our warm robes and curl into one another, my curvy body fitting perfectly into his hard, muscled one. Soon, one thing leads to another, and his hot kisses are trailing over my body again. This time, Matt takes me to heaven and back again, like a maestro playing a violin. I sigh and sing, following this man wherever he leads.
The next morning, the sun is finally peeking through the clouds. I nudge Matt, excited by the prospect of a non-rainy day.
“Matt, hey, wake up!”
“What, what’s wrong, honey?” he asks sleepily.
“Nothing, but look – sunshine.” I tell him giddily, raising my eyebrows for effect.
Matt glances out the window and groans.
“You woke me up for sunshine?” he asks me grumpily. At my enthusiastic nodding, Matt sits up in bed. “That’s it, now you’re in trouble.”
I squeal gleefully when Matt grabs me and starts smacking my bare bottom playfully. “You’re perfect but I’m an old man who needs my beauty sleep,” he teases me between his good-humored attack.
“Mercy, mercy!” I cry out, laughing uncontrollably.
“Nice try.” With that, Matt pulls me firmly against him. “I need you,” he growls in my ear. And to my complete delight, he begins kissing me everywhere. Just when I don’t think I can stand it any longer, he slips his hard member inside me and I shudder with delight. I feel full and complete, as if this man has been a part of me forever. It’s a different kind of lovemaking from last night, because this time, we have the languid tranquility of morning.
A few minutes and two intense orgasms later, we lay sprawled out on the messy bed, the sun just a little higher in the sky.
“Well, I’m going back to sleep.” Matt winks at me so I toss a pillow at him.
“How do you feel about getting outside for a while? See what the world looks like beyond the cabin?” I smile coyly, hoping he’ll agree.
He sighs and then looks at me.
“It’s not a bad idea. Plus, we can see what kind of damage might have been done from the storm.”
I nod as I crawl out of bed. I hope that doesn’t mean he’ll be leaving, I muse as I pull out my clothes.
Matt watches me languidly from the bed. “Damn, that’s a beautiful woman in front of me. Bend over, sweetheart, and show me what you have.”
“Stop,” I quip back, pleased and blushing.
“No, I mean it. You’re fucking gorgeous Cora.” He springs out of bed and takes my clothes from hands. “Maybe you should get back in bed,” he raises his eyebrow cockily.
I giggle, loving his stamina. “I want to but I’m so hungry! And coffee – aromatic, morning coffee?” I grab my clothes and start backing away from Matt.
“Fine, truce.” He agrees, scooping up his own pants from the floor. “As long as you make the coffee.”
“Deal.”
Following a breakfast of strong coffee and scrambled eggs, Matt and I head out to inspect the storm damage and take a short hike.
The morning air, despite the brilliant sunlight, is crisp and cool, almost as if spring hasn’t reached this part of Appalachia just yet. I pull my jacket more tightly around me, grateful I opted to wear it and a thick flannel.
“The cars look okay,” Matt says as he walks around each one, inspecting them for damage. “I mean, I know we could tell from the window, but it’s nice to see up close.”
“Agreed,” I tell him, as I examine my old hatchback. “Do
you think we should walk down the road a bit, and see how it looks?” I try not to let my disappointment seep into my voice. I secretly hope the road is blocked by tons of debris so Matt can’t leave.
“Good idea.” He looks at my sneakers. “It’ll be muddy,” he warns me with raised eyebrows.
“My shoes can handle a little mud,” I retort, sassily marching away from Matt and in the direction of the main road.
For the next several minutes, we wind our way carefully down the side road toward the main one. All around us, birds chirp wildly while a light breeze shakes the trees. Except for the dozens of fallen branches and intense mud, it’s hard to tell there have been massive storms.
Then, we come across a fallen tree, blocking the entire width of the main road down the mountain. Matt and I stand there, surveying the situation.
“Well, shit,” he finally says.
“Yeah.”
“You don’t sound concerned.” Matt looks at me quizzically.
I shrug, trying to play it cool. “I guess I just want you to have to stick around for a while.”
Matt laughs indulgently, the happy sound booming through the quiet woods.
“You mean you thought I’d leave you to burn down the rest of the cabin? No way lady, I’m sticking it out for a few days yet. Besides,” he gestures to the fallen tree, “we don’t have much choice in the matter anyways.”
I grin widely, pleased that Matt is going to stay.
“Well, if it’s any consolation, I know the county storm crew comes down this road every few days, so they’ll have that tree cleared out before too long.”
“Let’s hope they don’t work too fast.” Matt takes my hand and pulls me toward a wooded trail. “Do you know your way around here?”
I smile sunnily at him.
“Definitely. I grew up coming here every summer, remember?” With that, still holding Matt’s hand, I lead us through various woodsy trails. As we hike, we talk and I find myself revealing tidbits about myself to this man that I’ve never told anyone else.
“What inspired the bookstore?” Matt asks me when we stop at a stunning vista. “Hearts and Heroes is a very romantic name.”