Page 63 of Deserving Cora
“Are you sure?” He couldn’t deny this woman anything. And Lord knew he wanted her just as badly as she apparently wanted him.
In response, Cora reached for the hem of her shirt. She whipped it off over her head before he could blink. She sat astride him in her bra, and Pipe’s mouth went dry. She was so bloody beautiful, it almost hurt to look at her.
His Cora was a curvy woman. He supposed some people would call her fat, but all he saw were feminine curves that his palms literally itched to touch.
He didn’t know how long he lay frozen under her, but it was long enough for her brows to furrow and a look of uncertainty to cloud her expression.
He hated that he’d caused her one second of doubt.
He sat up suddenly, and Cora let out a small screech of surprise before he was kissing her. His tongue plunged into her mouth, and he held her tightly against him with one hand at her neck and the other palming her back. Without thought, he trailed the latter up until he fingered the clasp of her bra. He deftly undid it, then tore his lips from hers and leaned back.
She smiled almost shyly at him, and dropped her arms, letting the straps of the bra fall down her biceps, the cups covering her tits following suit.
“Bloody hell!” he exclaimed as he saw her bare for the first time. She was perfect. Literally perfect. As he stared, her nipples began hardening, and he couldn’t stop himself from dipping his head.
She helped by arching her back and giving him room as he closed his lips around one of her nipples. He sucked. Hard. And was rewarded by the shimmy of her hips and a long groan from her mouth. The nipple hardened further, as if reaching for more of his touch.
And he gave her what she asked for without words. He devoured her. Sucking, biting, licking. And with every caress, she squirmed harder. His Cora wasn’t a passive lover. Her fingernails dug into his skin as she rocked into him, demanding more.
Abruptly, Pipe let go of her, causing her to fall onto her back on the bed. His hands went to the button on her jeans and he roughly jerked the denim down her legs. To his relief, he heard Cora giggle as she lifted her hips to help. He’d forgotten she was still wearing shoes, and it took a moment for him to get those off, as well as her socks, before removing the jeans altogether.
She smiled up at him as she put her thumbs under the elastic of her underwear and shoved them down. Pipe helped by pulling them off her legs and throwing them aside. Then he lunged with a groan and shoved her legs apart.
“Yes, Pipe…please, yes.”
He needed to taste her more than he needed to breathe. He hadn’t expected this when he’d decided to stay at the hotel with her while Owl and Stone went out to investigate the Blue Moon. But now that she was under him, he couldn’t slow himself down.
Cora’s hands went to his head and gripped his too-long hair almost roughly as he licked up the seam of her pussy. She tasted like heaven. He’d never enjoyed this, had only gone down on women a small handful of times. But with Cora, he didn’t think he’d ever get enough of her taste.
She kept herself neatly trimmed and it was easy to find her clit. Using a finger to pull back the hood, exposing the small bud, Pipe lowered his head and sucked as hard as he had with her nipple.
In response, Cora shrieked and almost pulled the hair out of his head. “Pipe!”
He didn’t respond. He was too busy. He closed his eyes and lost himself in the feel and taste of Cora. Her thighs closed around his head and it became hard to breathe, but Pipe didn’t care.
Her pussy was soaking wet now, and he eased a finger inside her as he sucked and teased her clit. She jerked once more, then suddenly opened her legs as wide as she could. “More, Pipe. Harder!”
Smiling against her, Pipe lifted his head and watched as his finger disappeared inside her body. When he pulled the digit out, it was glistening with her juices. Looking up and meeting her gaze—he was thrilled she was watching him pleasure her—he sucked his finger into his mouth. Her eyes went wide before she dropped her head back down onto the mattress.
“That should be kind of gross, but it’s honestly the hottest thing I’ve ever witnessed,” she said to the ceiling.
Pipe lowered his head once more to lick at Cora’s clit. Over and over in a steady rhythm. As he concentrated on her clit, he used one finger, then two, to gently thrust.
She began to move her hips, fucking his fingers and making it difficult to keep his mouth on her sensitive bud. Pipe’s cock was so hard in his jeans, it physically hurt. But he wasn’t about to stop to undo the zipper to give himself relief. No way was he taking his hands or mouth from between Cora’s legs until she’d come.
Her entire body began to shake as she neared orgasm. Pipe licked faster, then locked his lips around her clit and sucked. For a moment, Cora froze, and he wondered if he was hurting her. But then she shoved her hips up, pushing his fingers even farther inside her body, and began to convulse. His fingers moved even easier as she slickened with her orgasm.
The way she shook in his arms made him feel as masculine as he’d ever felt in his life.He’dgiven her this pleasure. When he felt her begin to flinch away from his tongue, Pipe lifted his head, but only enough to watch the steady stream of come leaking from between her legs. He couldn’t keep the smile of satisfaction off his face.
“Pipe…I need more.”
His Cora needed more? He’d give it to her.
He scooted back, noting that she seemed boneless, not moving when he got to his knees to whip off the shirt he was wearing. Pipe wasn’t ashamed of his tattoos, but there had been times when he’d taken off his clothes in front of a woman when he’d seen a look of distaste as they viewed his ink. His chest and arms were a mishmash of tattoos. There wasn’t a coherent theme, he simply got inked because of the peace the needle gave him.
To his relief, the look in Cora’s eyes wasn’t one of abhorrence. Instead, she licked her lips and sat up, reaching for the zipper of his jeans.
Pipe could’ve brushed her hands aside. Could’ve taken off his jeans himself. But he was enjoying her hands on him too much to stop her. The woman in front of him was a literal goddess. Her tits bounced as she moved, her thighs were still spread, and he could see more of her come leaking between.He’ddone that. And would do much more by the time they both passed out from exhaustion.
