“Yes,” she said, biting her lip.
Aw, that fucking lip bite. He felt it in his cock. And he surrendered to what he wanted—just one more memory with her, like this. Because after today, memories were all he was going to let himself have.
For both of their sakes.
Withdrawing, Slider turned on his back and hauled her on top of him, and then he kissed her until neither of them could breathe but didn’t care. “Get another condom, and then I want you to show me just what you’ve been thinking about.”
A series of fast movements had her quickly straddling him, centering herself over him, and sinking down tight. She braced herself against his chest and lifted and lowered herself, her gaze going to where they were connected.
He couldn’t help but look too, because fuck, they looked so good together, with his cock disappearing inside her little body. “I find everything about you so damn beautiful,” he said, letting words fly that maybe he should’ve held back. Cora’s gaze snapped to his, the soft surprise on her face endearing and honest and vulnerable. Her guileless pleasure made him glad for giving voice to how he felt. His whole life had been about holding back for too long, and he just didn’t want to do it anymore. Not in that moment. Not while they were so bared to each other. Not while they were so deep into each other.
And not when he hadn’t been with a woman who looked at him that way in so damn long. Maybe even his whole life.
“Slider,” she moaned, “you’re so good.”
The words hit him in ways that were both healing and uncomfortable as fuck, so he turned them, twisted them, made them about the sex. “Use me to feel good, Cora. That’s what I want.” He clutched at her hips, lifting her, moving her faster, grinding her down again. She leaned back and braced against his thighs, her hips shifting forward, her breasts and the soft waves of her hair swaying, her mouth dropping open. She rocked her hips forward and back, and Slider helped her move even as her strokes had him groaning and straining to go deeper.
He palmed her lower belly and rubbed her clit with his thumb.
Cora nearly screamed at the contact, and it only made Slider want to torment her more. She clutched at his wrist, not pulling him away, but holding his hand there, and then she rode him until she was coming again. Shaking and cursing. Her wetness spilling out over his groin, his balls.
“Now it’s my fucking turn,” he said, banding her upper body down against his. Drawing his knees up, he braced his heels against the mattress, and then he let his hips fly in a fast rhythm that had him drilling up into her. Their skin smacked and their breaths sawed and their fingers dug into one another. And it was the best that Slider had felt in years. Jesus, maybe even in more years than he wanted to admit, more than he’d ever let himself think about before.
“God, I want to feel you come again,” she breathed against his ear. “Want to know I made you come.”
It was her words that did it. One, two, three strokes more and his orgasm nailed him in the back of the spine and had him hammering her with a series of punctuated thrusts as her pussy squeezed him dry.
He couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, couldn’t think about why this should never happen again when his instincts screamed to know when it would be happening next.
Finally, their bodies calmed and stilled, and Slider was forced to withdraw from her whether he wanted to or not. And then they lay together for a long time, Cora again positioned in the nook along the side of his body, both of them occasionally drifting off to sleep, and neither of them talking because they both knew what they had to say.
It didn’t surprise him that, when one of them finally spoke, it was Cora. She was brave and honest like that, and she’d never struck him as someone to play games. “So, earlier,” she whispered. “I said, ‘Just this once.’”
“Yeah,” Slider said, regret slinking around in his gut.
“I’m open to not being held to that,” she said, that same regret slinking around in her voice, “but I also understand if you feel like we need to.”
Slider sighed and tipped her jaw so that they were looking eye to eye. “I don’t regret this Cora, not one fucking bit. But I’m your boss. I don’t want you to feel taken advantage of. I wasn’t lying when I told you I’m kind of a wreck, and I also don’t want to confuse the boys.” The boys, who had already seen them in bed together. So Slider was already screwing that one up.