Page 79 of Your Chorus
Who would have thought this is where we’d land?
She sighs, and her back arches slightly, hips pushing towards me.
I don’t need another hint.
I press my lips to her shoulder and run my hands up her sides. She arches even further, moaning when I bite down softly on her skin.
“Cole, please...”
I move my hands to her chest. She shivers when my thumbs brush over her nipples before I cup her breasts. I let out a groan as she presses her ass into me even harder, my cock rock hard and caught between us.
“Spread your legs wider,” I hiss.
She does as I ask, and I don’t waste time before I’m sliding inside her. Her eyes roll back when I take her as deep as I can from this angle, but it’s not enough.
“Hold onto the mirror.”
She leans forward, the gilded edges of the mirror digging into her palms where she grips them, and I take hold of her hips. She cries out when I start thrusting, both of us searching for each other’s faces in the reflection as I work her body hard.
Her back stretches out in front of me, and it seems like she’s got miles of perfect milky skin.
“Those fucking dimples,” I growl, moving a hand over the indentations in her lower back. “You’re going to kill me with those.”
I thrust into her even harder, going so fast all she can do is moan in answer.
“Harder, yes. Mmm.Comme ?a.”
“God, Roxy...”
I keep going like that for a while, even though we’re both sore already and are probably going to be feeling this for days. I don’t care right now. I just want more of her.
“Cole, I’m gonna...” She reaches back to clamp her hand over mine and guides it around to her clit. “Like that, yes. Please.”
She always looks so helpless when she comes, like she’s been fighting to keep her grip on something and finally lets herself slip. She falls and falls and falls, and then the rush of the moment hits her. She rocks back against me in a frenzy that pulls me over the edge with her.
“Jesus Christ,” I groan when I finally come back to myself. She’s still clutching the mirror, her arms shaking and her eyes closed. “I willneverget tired of watching you come. You look...You look...”
She lets out an exhilarated laugh. “You don’t have to tell me how good I look. I know.”
“You sassing me?”
I give her ass a smack, and she yelps.
We stay like that, laughing and panting, for what feels like a few minutes before we straighten up and break apart.
“Tabarnak,my thighs!” Roxanne growls.
My hip flexors aren’t thanking me either.
We decide not to let ourselves crawl back into bed. We pull some clothes on before heading out into the living room. I’m just in my boxers and Roxanne’s got my t-shirt on. She makes us each some kind of unpronounceable drink with her espresso machine. I try and fail to ignore the way my shirt is just a few inches shy of covering her bare ass as she sets the mugs down before joining me on the couch. I pull her tight against my side and kiss the top of her head.
She twists so she can look up at me.
“I love you.”
She says it fiercely, almost defiantly. I sound the same when I say it back.
“I want this, Cole. I want you. I want us, but I get...scared sometimes. How do we know this is going to work? How do we know it’s different this time?”
