Seconds later, she sank down over him, causing them both to groan at the sensation. Her palms flat on his chest, she began to work herself up and down the length of him.
“Lean forward, sweetheart,” he asked.
Cora complied, leaning forward until her breasts brushed against his chest with every movement.
Jamie wasted no time in capturing her mouth with his. This was no gentle exploration either. The kiss was raw, and savage. Tongues tangled, teeth clashed as they fought for dominance. It made her wonder what lay beneath the constant mask of control that he typically wore. She was determined to find out.
Deliberately, she broke her mouth away from his, changed the angle of her hips and moved her hands up to his shoulders. Her clit rubbed against his pelvis with every stroke. As the pleasure mounted, she dug her nails into his skin and said, “Fuck. I love the way you fill me up!”
As her nails continued to dig into his shoulders, he groaned and said, “Like that, baby. Just like that.”
One of the hands that gripped her hips moved down and slapped her ass. Cora gasped as her hips pressed forward and sensation rippled through her like lightning. “Oh god,” she cried as the friction drove her to the edge of release. She was shocked when the feeling receded just as quickly, leaving her more needy than ever.
Jamie continued to slap her ass, alternating spots, until she was panting with need. Cora was so on edge that she cried out with every roll of her hips. Instead of cresting, the pleasure just continued to mount.
Without warning, Jamie flipped them over so she now lay flush against the bed. He took control of the motion, rocking his hips into hers as he pressed one of her thighs forward. The slow, steady pace did nothing to ease the need inside her.
“I’ve felt you clenching and unclenching around me for the last ten minutes, baby. You’re right on the edge, aren’t you?” Jamie asked, as his hips continued to roll against hers at almost a leisurely pace.
“Yes,” Cora cried out. When she felt his fingers begin to rub against her clit, the slow, gentle brushes only added to the building pressure.
“Jamie,” she moaned. “Fuck me harder!”
Her words seemed to snap some invisible tether inside of him. Pressing her other thigh forward until they both almost touched the bed, his hips slapped against hers in a rhythm that had her crying out with each stroke.
Cora held on to the headboard, her back arching as the orgasm that had been sparking inside her caught fire. As the pleasure stretched on, her body pulsating with release, he used the fingers that massaged her clit to give it a pinch. She felt another spike of pleasure rush through her so acute that she almost blacked out. When it began to abate, she realized she was crying out so loudly that she was sure the neighbors probably heard her.
Jamie quickly followed her over the edge with a loud groan and a curse. Moving his arms, he allowed her legs that had been pinned to the mattress to slide limply down to their normal resting position. He slumped over, his breathing ragged as he rested against her.
She watched, vaguely coherent, as he eventually moved off of her and stumbled into the bathroom to get rid of the condom. Seconds later, he came back to the bed and collapsed on it, pulling her close.
“Wow,” he panted. “That was unexpected.”
“Yeah,” she agreed, pressing a sloppy kiss against his skin. “Different.”
“Mmhmm. It was always good before, but that was kind of otherworldly.”
“To say the least,” she agreed.
They lay there in comfortable silence for a few minutes until she craned her neck to check the time and then said, “Oh shit. I’ve got a patient in forty minutes. I need to get up and get ready for work.”
“I’ve got an appointment at eleven in Culver City. I need to get going too.”
As she sat up, she asked, “Am I going to see you tonight?”
Jamie winced and said, “Poker night. Unless you wanted to come over late?”
Cora wrinkled her nose and said, “I’ll pass. It’s gonna smell like cigars, isn’t it?”
“Probably. Donnie loves those things. As much as I bitch at him, he never takes it on the patio. Tomorrow night then?”
“Nope. Well maybe after dinner at Taryn’s?” she asked. “By the way. Are we telling people we’re—”
“Together? Not my family, if I can help it. I don’t wanna listen to them all gloat. I hadn’t exactly planned to keep you a secret though,” Jamie said as he ran a hand along the length of her spine. “Did you want to?”
“And have your mother interrogate me? No thanks,” Cora said with a snort.
Jamie stretched as he rolled out of bed and said, “I’ll call you if it’s not too late tonight when everyone leaves.”