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shouldn’t have gone. Maybe if I’d stayed, he’d still be alive, but I’d put my
studies before my father’s wellbeing. Something I’ve regretted ever since. Cora
was suffering from a different kind of grief, but she was still hurting, and this
time, I would be there to see her through to the other side.
When we arrived back at Cora’s
house, I carried her carefully inside and set her down in the hallway.
“Will you be okay now?” I asked, dropping
her purse onto the table.
“I’ll be fine,” she said, moving
away from my supportive arms and stumbling once more.
I caught her around the waist. “Maybe
I’d better see you to your room.”
She looked at the stairs and
blinked. I followed her thought process. She’d never make it up the stairs
alone. Before she could protest, I scooped her into my arms and carried her up
to the bedroom, lowering her feet gently onto the bedside rug. Her arms twisted
behind her back, attempting to find the zip of her dress, and I bit back a
chuckle as she contorted like Mr Elastic Man. “Here. Let me.”
Without protest, she allowed me
to slide down the zip and let the dress drop to her ankles, revealing a black
push-up bra and matching panties, which fuelled my now pulsating hard-on. I had
to dig deep into my reserve to resist the urge to assist her off with the sexy
little two-piece too. Since meeting Cora, I’d been in a constant state of sexual
frustration, and it took every ounce of my willpower not to strip her fully
naked and fuck her ‘til the sun came up, but now wasn’t the time. I eased her
under the covers and laid a soft kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight, beautiful.”
Her lips parted and a word that
was barely a whisper escaped. “Stay.”
What was that? I wasn’t sure I’d heard
her correctly. The permanent horn taking up residence in my groin could be
causing me to hear what I wanted to hear. I squatted down to level my head with
hers. “Did you say something?”
Her eyes flickered open. “Stay,”
she repeated.
Yep, I’d definitely heard her
right, and needing no further invitation, I stripped off and slipped under the
sheet, fully expecting her to roll over and plant me with the slap I’d been expecting,
because she hadn’t actually meant for me to join her in the bed. But hey,
nothing ventured, nothing gained. I lay on my side, wondering what to do next,
when she surprised me by reaching around to pull my arm over her body, and
wriggling into me. I inched closer until we were spooning with my bulging
erection nestled exactly where I wanted it, between her ass cheeks. She smelled
of heady perfume and stale wine, a pungent mixture that invaded my nostrils and
made my temples throb, but the pain was nothing in comparison to the agony of
being so close to something so unavailable.
I waited until I was certain she
was asleep, before I snuck to the en suite and jacked one off. I knew I
shouldn’t have, but hell, I’m a red-blooded man, and if I hadn’t done it, my
load would have blown, in the middle of the night, all over her peachy little ass.
When I returned, Cora rolled over and nestled into my chest. My heart was
beating so loudly I thought she would wake, but instead, her breathing slowed
and her body melted into mine.
I could get used to this .
Chapter Eleven
When I awoke, nine hours later, Cora
was in the same position, with her face sporting a crooked smile and her hand wrapped
around my morning glory. I considered rousing her, to ask her to move it, but
it felt so good I was already on the verge of exploding. My yawning caused her
eyelids to flutter open, and recollection startled her upright, clutching the
sheet to her chest. “Johnny? No. Please say … no.”
My face creased to a smile. “No.”
“Then … Why are you in my bed?”
“Because it’s where you wanted
me.”
“I did?” She looked puzzled.
“Yeah.” I laughed. “You did.”
“Oh my God, what have I done?”
“You got a bit tipsy,
shouldn’t have gone. Maybe if I’d stayed, he’d still be alive, but I’d put my
studies before my father’s wellbeing. Something I’ve regretted ever since. Cora
was suffering from a different kind of grief, but she was still hurting, and this
time, I would be there to see her through to the other side.
When we arrived back at Cora’s
house, I carried her carefully inside and set her down in the hallway.
“Will you be okay now?” I asked, dropping
her purse onto the table.
“I’ll be fine,” she said, moving
away from my supportive arms and stumbling once more.
I caught her around the waist. “Maybe
I’d better see you to your room.”
She looked at the stairs and
blinked. I followed her thought process. She’d never make it up the stairs
alone. Before she could protest, I scooped her into my arms and carried her up
to the bedroom, lowering her feet gently onto the bedside rug. Her arms twisted
behind her back, attempting to find the zip of her dress, and I bit back a
chuckle as she contorted like Mr Elastic Man. “Here. Let me.”
Without protest, she allowed me
to slide down the zip and let the dress drop to her ankles, revealing a black
push-up bra and matching panties, which fuelled my now pulsating hard-on. I had
to dig deep into my reserve to resist the urge to assist her off with the sexy
little two-piece too. Since meeting Cora, I’d been in a constant state of sexual
frustration, and it took every ounce of my willpower not to strip her fully
naked and fuck her ‘til the sun came up, but now wasn’t the time. I eased her
under the covers and laid a soft kiss on her forehead. “Goodnight, beautiful.”
Her lips parted and a word that
was barely a whisper escaped. “Stay.”
What was that? I wasn’t sure I’d heard
her correctly. The permanent horn taking up residence in my groin could be
causing me to hear what I wanted to hear. I squatted down to level my head with
hers. “Did you say something?”
Her eyes flickered open. “Stay,”
she repeated.
Yep, I’d definitely heard her
right, and needing no further invitation, I stripped off and slipped under the
sheet, fully expecting her to roll over and plant me with the slap I’d been expecting,
because she hadn’t actually meant for me to join her in the bed. But hey,
nothing ventured, nothing gained. I lay on my side, wondering what to do next,
when she surprised me by reaching around to pull my arm over her body, and
wriggling into me. I inched closer until we were spooning with my bulging
erection nestled exactly where I wanted it, between her ass cheeks. She smelled
of heady perfume and stale wine, a pungent mixture that invaded my nostrils and
made my temples throb, but the pain was nothing in comparison to the agony of
being so close to something so unavailable.
I waited until I was certain she
was asleep, before I snuck to the en suite and jacked one off. I knew I
shouldn’t have, but hell, I’m a red-blooded man, and if I hadn’t done it, my
load would have blown, in the middle of the night, all over her peachy little ass.
When I returned, Cora rolled over and nestled into my chest. My heart was
beating so loudly I thought she would wake, but instead, her breathing slowed
and her body melted into mine.
I could get used to this .
Chapter Eleven
When I awoke, nine hours later, Cora
was in the same position, with her face sporting a crooked smile and her hand wrapped
around my morning glory. I considered rousing her, to ask her to move it, but
it felt so good I was already on the verge of exploding. My yawning caused her
eyelids to flutter open, and recollection startled her upright, clutching the
sheet to her chest. “Johnny? No. Please say … no.”
My face creased to a smile. “No.”
“Then … Why are you in my bed?”
“Because it’s where you wanted
me.”
“I did?” She looked puzzled.
“Yeah.” I laughed. “You did.”
“Oh my God, what have I done?”
“You got a bit tipsy,
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