Page 17 of Coronation
“Tell me something.” I kiss her jaw, and my heart lifts at the soft hitch in her breath. “About yourself.”
“Something?”
“Anything.” I lift my head to look at her again.
Zelda hums thoughtfully. “I’m from California.”
“Obviously.” This earns me an eye roll, and fuck, I can’t stop myself from smiling.
“My favorite color is blue.”
I think of the dress she wore last night, currently crumpled at the end of the bed. “You look beautiful in it, but I think you can do better than that.”
“You told me I could tell you anything!” she objects with an incredulous laugh. “Why don’t you just tell me what you want to know!”
“A secret, Zelda. Tell me a secret.” Grinning, I shift my weight to cover her, but all humor vanishes as her thighs part automatically, making room for me. My cock throbs as I press forward, my shaft settling against her cunt. She’s already wet, but as I roll my hips, coating my length in her arousal, I feel a fresh wave of slickness gathering at her entrance.
Without looking, I reach blindly for the bedside table, fumbling for a condom. Zelda’s teeth find her bottom lip as I sit back and rip open the packet, watching shamelessly as I roll the latex over my length.
She reaches for me as I fall forward over her, covering her body with my own. No one has touched me this way in a long goddamn time, and while the temptation to bury myself inside her is nearly overpowering, I’m determined to make this last as long as possible. Lowering my lips to her breasts, I pull each of her nipples into my mouth in turn, sucking and licking as the moans of the beautiful woman beneath me grow louder.
Chances are, when I leave this house, I will never set eyes on Zelda Flowers again. Not in person, anyway, and that reality sends a deep ache spreading through my chest. It’s almost overpowering in its intensity, but I ignore it.
Still devouring her chest, I reach to grip the back of herknee, pushing it up as between us, my tip finds her hot, wet entrance. A deep, guttural groan comes from my chest as I bury myself inside her, my forehead dropping to her shoulder as I rock helplessly inside her, lost in the pleasure her body is giving mine.
Her cunt is a miracle. It grips me from root to tip, so gloriously wet it leaves no room for doubt that she is as attracted to me as I am to her. This need is mutual, and—damnit—that makes me even more desperate to make her come.
“You feel so good,” Zelda whimpers, and my back burns in the places where her nails are digging into my skin.“Oh my god, Ben.”
My chest warms at the sound of the name, the one I only ever heard when I was a boy, and occasionally from my brothers as an adult. I like the way it sounds in her voice and the way it slips out in the heat of the moment. Until now, I’ve noticed she’s been wary of calling me Benedict, and the familiarity of this turns me on in a way I wouldn’t expect. I want to hear her say it again and again, when she’s happy and when she’s cross.
I want to hear it when I make her come.
“Call me that again,” I hiss, bracing my weight on one arm so the other is free to wander, reaching down to pull her leg higher on my waist. Both of us moan as I hit a deeper place than before, and beneath me, my beautiful lover begins to shake. “Zelda. Call me Ben,” I demand, nearly out of my mind with the urgency of it.
She obeys as her hands find the sides of my face, locking our gazes together. “Ben,” she whispers, and I’m quite sure it’s the best thing I’ve ever heard. “Ben,” she says again, and the sound of it seems to settle deep inside me.
We kiss. It’s hot and messy and deep, and I can barely stand the intimacy of it. Heat is beginning to build in the baseof my spine, but I hold it at bay, fucking her in slow, deliberate thrusts as our breathing grows ragged.
In a dark, dangerous corner in the back of my mind, I’m nearly overcome by the dark, sordid impulse to pull out and rip away the piece of fucking plastic covering my cock.
If she feels this good with a condom, her bare pussy would drive me out of my mind and—damn me—the fantasy of my cum leaking from her perfect cunt is almost as arousing as the thought of pushing it back inside her.
“Ben,” Zelda pleads, lifting her hips higher on my abdomen, allowing me to hit that place I discovered last night. The one that makes her shake. She does, too. She writhes beneath me, wetness flooding over my cock as, outside the bedroom window, I hear the distant sounds of another car’s tires crunching over the gravel drive.No.Gritting my teeth, I shove my hand between our bodies to work her clit, and Zelda cries out instantly, her back bowing off the mattress.
“Yes, darling,” I grunt, going harder. “Come for me.” The look on this woman’s face as she comes is more breathtaking than any sunrise or work of art. Even after forty-one years on this earth, nothing comes close. If it were only desire, perhaps I could stand it, but the elemental awe such a sight evokes in me is inescapable.
My forehead falls to her shoulder as I come with a roar. My release fills the condom as I grind into her body, mindless of anything but extending our mutual pleasure, a single thought reverberating through me as I do:I need more time.
Zelda’s lips on my cheek bring me back to earth, but still, I don’t pull out, focusing on the sensations her touch evokes as her hands move from my jaw to my shoulders to my bare back. I’ve never felt anything like this, and now that I have—now that I know—how can I go on without it?
It takes an inordinate amount of strength to lift my head from her shoulder to meet those intensely blue eyes. Neitherof us smiles, and I wonder vaguely if it’s selfish to hope she feels some of the dread that I do.
Swallowing, I will my stiff muscles to move, sitting back on my heels to remove the condom from my softening cock. Zelda watches, her bottom lip caught between her teeth, propped on her elbows atop the midnight-blue sheets.
When I woke up, I’d known this was it for us, but the actual moment has come now, and it feels like my chest is going to split open.
What is wrong with me?
