Mister Wrong(15)

“I don’t want to argue with you,” she breathed against my mouth. “I don’t want to feel distant from you. Not tonight. I want to be close. I want to be part of you. I want you to be part of me.” Her hand moved against me, slowly and methodically, and I felt like my lungs were about to explode. Kind of the way a balloon pops when too much air has been added. “I want a part of you inside me. Please.” Her mouth lifted to my ear, my back trembling when her breath warmed my skin. “Please.”

I’d never been able to resist Cora whenever she’d asked me for something. Never once. Whether it was the time we were kids and she’d asked me to eat her Brussels sprouts so she didn’t have to, or when we’d been older and she asked for a ride to the movie theater to meet some friends. Feeling like such a strong person in so many areas of my life was a hard thing to reconcile with how totally and utterly weak I felt in one area—her. Always her. She was as much my strength as she was my weakness. My best memory and my worst regret.

Cora had yet to request something of me that I’d failed to give her. I doubted if she ever would.

This time included.

My answer didn’t come as a verbal one, but I wasn’t sure responses came any clearer. Pressing into her, I backed her into the thick beam of the porch my arm was still braced against, still trying to keep me from falling out of whatever dream I’d landed in. When her body was as fitted against me as it was against the beam, I hoisted her up so I was looking her in the eyes. So I could press my hips between hers as her legs wound around my back.

A ragged exhale spilled from her mouth when I ground myself against her. I did it again, desperate to pull the same sound from her. Drunk with the feeling of knowing I could make her feel the way I did. Her chest rose and fell hard, writhing against me, lost in the same crutches of lust I was overtaken by.

My arm wasn’t braced against the beam any longer. It wound around her, clinging to her body like it was my only salvation left in this world. My mouth covered hers when the next breath trembled from her. I reveled in the taste of her lips on mine, the feel of her tongue against mine.

Cora was everything I’d fantasized she would be, and nothing I ever thought I’d get to experience. I’d expected nothing, and here I was, getting everything.

Her hips tipped back from mine, just enough for her to free my dick, then her lap was burrowing into mine again. Except this time . . .

“Oh, god, Cora.” My forehead fell into the beam in front of me. “Fuck,” I breathed, feeling like my heart was about to break out of my chest from the way it was hammering.

“Easy access.” I felt her smile curve against my lips as she took me inside her, millimeter by painstaking millimeter. “That’s the way you like me, right, baby?” She trembled in my arms as she continued to take me.

All I could do was stand there, my fingers curling into her, my lungs about to collapse, and try to hold still while the woman of my dreams fucked me one unhurried inch at a time.

A weaker man couldn’t have withstood it, and would have taken control and rammed the rest of the way inside the perfect body he was presently experiencing. A stronger man would have put a stop to this before we’d gotten here—here being me fucking my brother’s girl on their wedding night.

“You’re not the kind of woman who needs to make anything easy for any man. You’re the kind who should make a man work for it. Make him work to earn your anything.”

My chest was moving hard and quickly along with hers. My eyes squeezed shut when she stopped sliding down me, having no farther to go. She moaned when her legs tightened around my back, managing to draw even more of me inside her.

I wasn’t going to last long. If long could even be ascribed to the embarrassing number of seconds it would take for Cora to get me off if she kept me deep inside her while she ran her hands down my body the way she was.

“What are you saying? You’ve changed your mind on your preference of me being easily accessible to you whenever and wherever?” Her lips grazed up my neck, pausing just below my jawbone to nip at a tender patch of flesh.

I flinched against her, which had me pulling out of her. This time it was me who controlled the rate of our fucking—and it wasn’t slow and gentle this time. Both Cora’s and my cries echoed into the night as I seated myself deep into her welcoming body.

“I’m saying you’re worth every battle. Every challenge.” I moved my face in front of hers so I could look her in the eyes. God, having her eyes on me when I was buried inside her was the single most erotic thing I’d ever felt. I could already feel my orgasm building, and I’d barely thrust twice into her. “You’re worth ever bead of sweat and every groan of frustration. You’re worth the work, you’re worth the wait, you’re worth everything I have to give you.” I moved closer, so our foreheads were pressed together, our eyes aligned. “So make me work for it. Make me work hard for it. I will. You won’t hear one complaint from me working myself to the bone for you. Not one.” My hand slipped up her waist, molding around her breast, and my thumb played with her aroused nipple. “Make me work for it, Cora. Don’t make it easy, make it hard. Make it so fucking hard I feel like I just might die if I don’t get to be with you.”