Torrid Little Affair (Forbidden Desires #3)

Cooper

Wave after wave of pure pleasure washed over me as Corinne worked her pretty little mouth over the length of my cock. If I had known that this was how she’d react to moving in to my home, I would have invited her to move in a long time ago.

The things she was able to do with her mouth were blowing my mind, and my head was spinning with thoughts of the things I wanted to do to repay her.

As her head continued bobbing between my legs, I felt an orgasm building within me. I didn’t want her to stop, but if this night was going to go any further, I needed to switch up what was happening. I placed my hand on the back of her head, guiding her away from my cock so I could look her in the eye.

Corinne looked up at me, her eyes wide and eager to please, and I placed two fingers under her chin, motioning for her to rise to her feet. She stood and placed a fervent kiss on my lips, and my cock pulsed when I tasted the subtle tang of salt on her tongue.

This was not the same Corinne I first met in my office a couple of months ago. She had fully blossomed into the sultry, confident sex goddess I had hoped she would become.

As we continued kissing, I pulled her gray top over her head, and she quickly did the same to me. In one smooth motion, I undid her bra and threw it onto the floor, pulling her into a passionate embrace, reveling in the feel of her skin on mine. Our hands roamed each other’s skin, grasping for more of each other, and it wasn’t long before I needed more.Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org exclusive © material.

I spun her around and threw her on the bed, peeling away her jeans and planting wet kisses up her thighs and onto her abdomen. I kicked off my own pants and carefully pulled her soaking-wet panties down to her ankles. I longed to taste her, and groaned when my mouth met her sweet pussy. She bucked her hips in response, and I reached up to massage her breasts while I worked my tongue over her swollen clit.

Corinne’s moans grew louder and more urgent, and I could tell that she was close to orgasm. Just when she was about to come, I stopped and moved up her body, propping up my weight while guiding my needy cock inside her. She gasped and raked her fingernails across my back as I pushed my whole length into her, savoring the way every inch of me was enveloped by her warm and velvety sex.

“Breathe for me, baby,” I murmured, knowing whenever I entered her fully like this, it took a moment of adjustment. A moment for her body to accept me.

“Oh my God!” she cried out. “Cooper, it’s too much.”

I knew what she meant. It felt too good. It was hard to handle the flurry of sensations battling for my attention.

“Want me to slow down?” I barely grunted out. She was as tight as a glove, so perfect and lovely. Dropping soft kisses to her mouth, her throat, I thrust slowly-gentle, lazy strokes meant to prepare her for what I needed.

“No. Want it. Want you.” She sobbed, her body coaxing me deeper as she tilted her pelvis toward mine.

“Yes.” I grunted. “That’s it.”

We moved together, our bodies remembering this dance, our mouths fused together, our breaths becoming one for several long minutes.

I continued pumping my cock in and out of her until she came in a rush of wet heat, her body tightening wildly around me until she’d successfully milked the orgasm I was desperately trying to hold off.

I came down from my climax as though it was a high, dizzy and euphoric and panting.

“Jesus, Corinne,” I murmured, wrapping her in my arms.

We held each other close, cuddling and caressing with the kind of tenderness I’d longed for my entire life. When our pleasure faded into exhaustion, she lifted her head onto my chest, softly stroking the muscles in my chest with her fingertips.

“Thank you,” she whispered, her voice breathy, “for being so wonderful with Aaron. I don’t think there are enough blow jobs in the world to show you how thankful I truly am.”

I chuckled and brushed her hair away from her face so I could see her better. “Don’t worry about it,” I said, and she raised an inquisitive eyebrow. “I’m not talking about the blow jobs; feel free to keep those coming. I mean about Aaron. I’m a big boy. I wouldn’t have asked the both of you to move in if it wasn’t what I wanted.”

She smiled and raised her mouth to mine, pulling me in for a tender kiss. When we paused to take a breath, I looked deeply into her eyes and knew that this was the moment I’d been waiting for. It was time to ask Corinne the most important question I’d ever ask in my entire life.

“Corinne,” I said, placing my hand on her cheek. “There’s something I want to ask you.”

Her eyes flitted nervously up to mine, and I could have sworn she knew exactly what I was about to say. I felt her heartbeat pick up in her chest, and she cuddled in closer to me as I wrapped my other arm tighter around her.

“You came into my life at a time when I thought I would never be happy again,” I said, my heart swelling with love for the gorgeous woman in my arms. “The time I’ve spent with you has been so much more than I ever hoped it would be. You’ve shined a light of joy into my life, and for that, I will be forever grateful to you.”

Corinne blinked up at me, her eyes slowly filling with tears. I kissed her brow and got up from the bed, opening a drawer in the bedside table and pulling out a small black box. The white duvet was a mess around us, our skin still flushed. But I didn’t care. I couldn’t wait any longer.

I turned to face her again and Corinne sat up in bed, pulling the sheet over her naked body. A small voice in the back of my head reminded me that I was still naked, that I was about to ask her this question with my cock dangling between my legs, but I didn’t care. I had fallen in love with the woman of my dreams, and she miraculously loved me back.

I smiled and knelt before her, and before I even said anything, she clapped her hand over her mouth, tears now freely falling down her cheeks. I opened the little black box and held it up in front of her, smiling at the way the massive diamond glittered, even in the dim moonlight streaming in from the window.

“Little dove, will you marry me?”

Corinne leaped from the bed, throwing her arms around me and planting a flurry of kisses all over my face and neck. I laughed and pulled her into me, our mouths meeting in the deepest, most tender kiss we had shared to date. Tears welled in my own eyes, and I could feel Corinne’s happy tears falling onto my chest.

“I’ll take that as a yes, then,” I said, and we both broke out in laughter, kissing and holding each other as though it was impossible to let go. And it kind of was.

But I pulled back a bit, desperate to see the way my ring looked on her. I slid the ring easily onto her slim finger, silently thanking Mauve for telling me Corinne’s ring size.

“Mauve helped you with this, didn’t she?” Corinne smiled, running her thumb over my cheek.

I nodded, staring deeply into the eyes of the woman I loved. We continued laughing and kissing until desire overtook us. I picked up my fiancée and laid her gently on our bed, admiring her supple curves and the way her hair fell around her face. We made love in the moonlight, and I knew the life we would build together would be full and happy and beautiful.

I had found her, my one and only.

Knowing she was all mine sent a wave of deep satisfaction throughout my entire body. I felt whole in a way I hadn’t before. Content to lie here forever with my fiancée, I drifted off to sleep with my little dove resting on my chest.