Page 61 of Her Wild Coast Promise

Cora inhales a sweet gasp, her fingers weaving through my hair. I savor the way she arches to my kisses, her fast breaths edged with desperation.

I could spend all night lavishing her perfect tits with attention, but she’s offered me a challenge I’m eager to accept. Kissing down to her belly, I slide the waistband of her leggings down, planting more kisses, tracing her bikini tan line. Cora helps by rocking her hips.

I tug the leggings to her mid-thigh, revealing her plush pussy and the narrow triangle of soft curls. Desperate for this very first caress, I stroke with my thumb, gently.

Cora jolts, and I laugh. After a soft kiss to her inner thigh, I roll up to my knees so I can pull the leggings off. Our eyes meet as I tug the fabric from her ankles, her needy gaze hitting me like a pulse of electricity.

“You okay?” I ask, caressing her inner thigh in a long, slow stroke.

“Very,” she says.

With a smile, I plant a series of kisses up the inside of her thigh. She’s strong yet soft, her skin warm and smooth. I bend her knee and press it to the couch, revealing everything.

With a groan, I part her open with my tongue.

Cora gasps.

I lick again, hungry for more. She tastes incredible. Sexy and raw. Needy.

Her little clit is already hard. I circle her there, then gently suck.

Cora bucks beneath me, one hand flying out to grip the edge of the couch. Like a starving man, I feast on her desire, gliding and circling. She’s deliciously wet and so plush against my tongue and mouth. When I part her open and glide my middle finger slowly inside her, she comes undone. Inside, she’s tight and so fucking soft. I stroke and glide to her rhythm, completely locked on her desire.

She grips my hair, arching her shoulders, offering this most vulnerable need to me, trusting me so completely.

A desperate whimper leaves her lips.

“Let it all go, baby,” I say, adding a second finger.

Her breaths come in tight gasps. I tease and caress while thrusting with my fingers.

Cora’s body tenses and she’s muttering a series of what sounds like yes, yes, yes. I’m boxed so deep between her thighs I can’t hear anything besides my pounding pulse.

She cries out, rocking against me again and again. I focus on her, savoring the feel of her body that in this moment belongs completely to me. When she collapses, spent, her bent knee shuddering, I kiss slowly up her belly to her breasts for a gentle taste. She bucks away. I roll over and land on my side, her warmth radiating into me.

While she recovers, I caress her, exploring the curve of her hip and the smooth plane of her belly, the firm strength in her thighs. I stroke up the inside of her limp arm to her shoulder.

Her eyes flutter open, and she pulls me to her for a kiss. It’s gentle and tender, her lips incredibly soft. The kiss turns heated, and she caresses down my bare chest with delicate strokes of her fingertips. The fire in the woodstove gives a lowwhump, signaling the collapse of the embers. I should get up and stoke it, but there’s a different fire I’m tending to right now.

Cora gets to my belt, then caresses over my erection. My cock screams for more, but I gently move her hand away and rise up, lifting her into my arms. Her eyes widen in surprise. “Where are we going?” she asks, slinging her arm around my neck. In the hallway, the cooler air sends goose bumps up her legs and arms.

“Where you can be comfortable.”

“The couch was plenty comfortable,” she says with a smile.

I don’t tell her the real reason for bringing her to my bed. I don’t like talking about it. “The condoms are in here.” I slide my door open with the toe of my foot.

“Oh,” she says, then bites her lip. “Good point.”

I kneel on my bed and pull the covers open so I can lay her inside them. I meant what I said about making sure she’s comfortable. She tugs the sheet and comforter up to her waist.

When I reach for my belt, she smiles up at me, placing her hands behind her head, making it clear she plans to enjoy the show.

I laugh. “Like what you see, huh?”

She raises her eyebrow and smirks.

I slide off my pants and socks and drop them on the floor next to the bed, then tuck under the covers next to her. Our bodies touch, bare skin on bare skin, her warmth meeting mine. I force a steadying breath and return to kissing and caressing her. She kisses me back, her mouth hungry.

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