Total pages in book: 100
Estimated words: 91212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 91212 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 456(@200wpm)___ 365(@250wpm)___ 304(@300wpm)
I lift my hips, shoving my slacks down to my thighs, my cock reaching up for her warmth when I do so.
"Do you want me to put that on?" she asks, eyes locked on the condom.
"I'll come before you get the damn thing rolled all the way on," I mutter, feeling like I'm already teetering on the fucking edge already.
I look down at the condom one last time, noting that the expiration date is still several months out, before tearing open the package.
I want inside her like I want my next breath, but a baby at fucking sixty isn't anywhere on my fucking life bingo card.
I grind my teeth, my own hand situating the condom in place driving me crazy.
"Pull your panties to the side," I urge as I tap the head of my cock against her clit.
She whimpers, rushing to do as I ask, and the sight of that swollen nub makes my mouth water. I know the woman has to taste fucking divine, but I also know where this is heading and how it can only happen once, and I look up at her, watching her pretty face as I allow myself a second to mourn the loss of not ever having that experience.
Heat surrounds the tip of my cock, forcing my eyes back to where she has lifted and situated herself over me.
"Cora," I growl, both loving that she took the initiative to seek what she wants and hating that she didn't wait for me so I could witness her body taking me inside of her.
I press my head back against the headboard, my legs trembling as she sinks lower.
My mouth hangs open, jaw lax, as she lifts up a few inches before lowering once again.
Fiery heat engulfs my full length, and I swear I feel the rumble of her own moan deep in my nuts.
I grip her ass in a punishing hold, but it does nothing to keep her from lifting and falling again.
My eyes are locked on our connection, the slickness of her own arousal left behind on my cock each time she rises.
Fingers on my chin force me to look up, and in her eyes I find both pleasure and a sense of sadness so acute I'm forced to wrap my arms around her, locking her in place, fully seated on my cock as I lean forward and kiss her.
I say with my kiss all the things I'll never be able to say with words.
I care about her. I want to protect her. I want to take her pain as my own. I want her happy and smiling, her real smiles not the ones she shows the rest of the world. I want her to miss me as much as I already miss her.
Although she's grieving her sister, I hope she grieves for me because it means I won't be alone in the sadness I'll feel having to walk away from her.
She moans into my mouth, and I feel the clench of her body around me, one tight squeeze followed by several small ones. She gasps, lips against mine as if surprised by her orgasm. Mine happens a second later, my body responding to hers, our lips but an inch apart when I fall over the edge.
Fresh tears leak down her face, falling onto mine, and I hate that the reprieve from her torment didn't last very long.
I'm a complete piece of shit for letting things get this far, but it doesn't stop me from wrapping my arms around her and holding her close for just a little while longer, wanting to be the balm of ease on her skin, and if I could climb inside of her and scrape away all the pieces that make her cry, I'd do so in a minute, no matter the sacrifice and cost to me.
But grief doesn't work that way, and doing anything else to distract her from it will only make things worse in the end.
Chapter 26
Cora
"Cora?"
I smile as my shoulder is touched. My body aches in the best ways, and for a second upon being woken, I forget how bad things are in my world right now. For a second, I smile as I squint my eyes open, seeing Eddie standing over the bed.
Seconds.
That's all I get before reality slams back into me because it's nearly impossible to open my eyes all the way from how swollen they feel from crying so much yesterday.
"We'll miss our plane if you stay in bed much longer," he says, his voice somehow distant despite the fact that his face is less than a handful of feet from mine.
I blink up at him, the pain in my heart sitting right on the surface and threatening to once again take over.
I do my best to shove it down, but the way he allowed me to be vulnerable with him yesterday makes it even harder than I imagined it would be.