Page 96 of Deserving Cora
Pipe grunted. It had been a long time since he’d made love to his woman. He’d eaten her out plenty in the last month. Had gotten her off with his fingers, and she’d done the same for him. But because of her arm and her healing tailbone, he hadn’t wanted to make love and risk hurting her even more. But after hearing about the tattoo, there was no way he could stop himself from taking her.
The second they entered the cabin, he growled, “Bed.”
Cora laughed as she headed toward their bedroom.
Pipe took a deep breath, trying to get control over himself. His cock was throbbing, as if knowing it was minutes away from thrusting home into Cora’s tight, wet body.
Then he started after the woman he would follow literally to the ends of the earth.
* * *
Ten minutes later, Pipe stared intently at the tattoo in the small of Cora’s back as he eased his cock into her soaking-wet pussy. She was on her elbows and knees in their bed, and he’d already eaten her to her first orgasm. She’d been just as horny as he was, dripping wet before he’d even touched her.
The skin around her tattoo was a bit inflamed. He knew the image like the back of his hand, because he’d designed it with the tattoo artist, down to the smallest detail. The wolf, the key around its neck, the barbed wire. It was perfect.
His woman loved him enough to get him inked onto her body.
He loved her back. So much, he couldn’t put it into words. So he showed her instead. He took her slow and steady, loving how wet and hot she was. How her body clenched against him every time he pulled out, as if she didn’t want him to leave.
Pipe tried to be gentle. Even though she was healed, he didn’t want to do anything that might set her back, but Cora wasn’t having it. She began to rock, slapping her ass against him with every thrust.
Her ass cheeks jiggled and that tattoo right in front of his face was burned into his psyche. He ran his fingers over the tender spot on her body. A spurt of precome made his cock glide in and out of her body even easier.
“Bloody hell,” he murmured.
Cora laughed under him, and he felt it around his dick. This woman, she was perfect. In every way. And she was his. They hadn’t talked about getting married since that night on the rooftop deck. They were getting to know each other in ways they hadn’t been able to during the first few days of their whirlwind romance. And everything he learned about his Cora made Pipe even more sure that he wanted her for the rest of his life.
She was his match. It had taken him over forty years to find her, and a lot of heartache on both their parts, but now that she was here, he wasn’t going to let her go. Ever. Ring on her finger or not, she was his, just as much as he was hers.
“Pipe,” she whined from under him.
“What, love?” he asked.
“Faster. Harder,” she ordered.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he said.
“I’m going to hurtyouif you don’t fuck me properly,” she growled.
Pipe grinned. He put a bit more oomph into his next thrust, and was rewarded by Cora’s groan of pleasure. He loved the sounds she made. He loved everything about her.
Focusing once more on the tattoo on her back, Pipe finally let go. He made love to her as he’d wanted to for the last three months. It had been too long since he’d felt the warmth of her pussy. His hips moved fast, faster, and Cora met every thrust. She was beautiful.
Pipe had the thought as her inner muscles fluttered around him that he didn’t deserve her. Everything he’d done, all the things he’d seen, he was positive that he shouldn’t have been rewarded with such an amazing woman. But he’d spend the rest of his life trying to be deserving of her love. Of her loyalty. Of her trust.
“Oh! I’m almost there!” Cora panted.
She didn’t need to tell him. Pipe knew. He shifted so he could reach under her and flick her clit.
She jerked in his grasp as she immediately began to come.
Smirking at how sensitive she was, the fact that he knew just how to touch her to make her explode, Pipe took hold of her hips and fucked her through her peak. She was tighter, wetter, and before he was ready, Pipe felt his balls tingling. He pushed through her spasming muscles as far as he could and held himself still as come burst from the tip of his cock.
The amount of pleasure he got from releasing deep inside her caught him by surprise, just as it had their first night together in Phoenix. An orgasm was an orgasm; at least that was what he’d always thought. But he was wrong. There was something so elemental about coming inside the woman he loved. So primal.
One of these days, he’d come on her back, right on that tattoo.
But tonight wasn’t that night. He was going to fill her again and again, until they were both so exhausted they couldn’t move.
