River flops against Cora, burying his face into her neck. Danny’s head is tossed back against the headboard as he gasps for breath, and Cora’s face is scrunched tight as she pulses through her release. I want to run my thumb across her furrowed brow and smooth out all the tension as she regains control of her body. Maybe I’ll have the chance to do that in a minute when she comes with me inside her.
Because I can’t wait any longer. I have to slide back into that sweet, wet pussy and make her mine again.
“Time’s up,” I say, patting River on the shoulder. He groans like he does when I have to wake him for college, then rolls his head on his neck to loosen the tendons. “Cora, baby, I’m gonna pull out,” he says, pressing a soft kiss to her forehead. He moves slowly, keeping his eyes on her face in case she displays any discomfort. My big strong brother is suddenly a gentle giant with this woman in his hands.
“Now you, Danny,” River says. He helps Cora to rise, and Danny’s cock slaps back onto his belly with a slick-sounding thwack.
“She needs some time,” Mark says, rounding the bed to stroke her hair back from her face. He checks her over like a doctor would check a patient who was reporting they were dizzy. Maybe she is.
“I’m okay,” Cora says, flopping onto the bed, her body splayed, her nipples drawn tight in the cool air of the room. Mark lies next to her, sliding his hand over her belly, kissing her shoulder, and caressing the inside of her thighs.
“Did it feel good?” he asks.
“Yeah,” she says breathily. “So good.”
“Do you think you can carry on?”
She draws her gaze from Mark to Alden and then to me, focusing on each of us who hasn’t come yet. “I can carry on. I want you all to feel as perfect as I do right now.”
“Are you sore?” he asks, trailing a finger between her legs. Cora doesn’t flinch, but moans when the tip brushes her clit.
“I’m not sore. I just feel like I’m at the end of my quota of orgasms for at least a month.”
“There’s no such thing as a quota of orgasms,” Danny says.
“Orgasms are like the magic porridge pot; at least they are when we’re around,” River says, grinning like the Cheshire Cat. I swear, if he hadn’t just delivered on his claim, he’d sound like a boastful, smug asshole!
“We’re going to give you more,” I say, sliding onto the bed to face each other, and Mark is behind.
“Oh yeah.” Her fingers trail my pec, her lids slowly lowering as my hand caresses her breast. “Promises, promises.”
“Carlton men deliver on their promises,” Danny says, and for just a second, I feel Cora flinch. I move to cup her face in my palm, my eyes searching her expression. I thought we’d moved past her disquiet with the past, but it seems she’s still holding onto the feelings that plagued her when we met.
“Cora,” I whisper. “It’s okay. We’re not going to hurt you. You know that, right?”
Mark’s hand slides over her arm and then lower, linking his fingers with hers.
I kiss her forehead, and the tension leaves her body, but I’m still not certain that it’s gone for good.
What will we have to do to prove that we’re nothing like our dad, to prove that she’s safe in our arms? It’ll take time, for sure, and patience. I have both, but I’m not sure about my brothers. This is a conversation we must have later.
I go slow, checking every caress and every kiss, ensuring Cora’s responses are genuine. She’s soft and warm and accepts me into her body like we were made to do this one thing. With her leg hitched over my hip, Mark works slowly to push inside her pussy, too, and I let him control the movements, knowing he’ll finish before me that way. When he comes, Cora brings his hand to her lips and kisses his knuckles gently in the sweetest of gestures. He rolls from behind Cora, moving to sit on the edge of the bed as his chest heaves with exertion.
Alden takes Mark’s place, and for what feels like an eternity and no time at all, we move together. Cora lets us possess her body and mind, and when she comes, it’s with her eyes staring deep into mine. Alden groans at the pulsing clasp of her pussy, finishing at the same time, and then it’s just me.
Kissing Cora long and deep, I focus on a single speck of light behind my eyes, pumping, pumping, pumping until my balls are drawn tight and my thighs are burning with exertion.
“Come, baby,” Cora says softly, raking her nails down my back, and it’s her permission that ushers the strongest release of my life.