Chapter 40

"Oh hell yes." He bent and kissed her, just as he had the other night, and Cora practically melted in his arms. Then he pulled back and smoothed a lock of hair away from her face. "Though I should probably run out to the store first. I didn't exactly come...prepared."
She was touched by his restraint and responsibility. Going up on her tiptoes, she kissed his cheek. "Let me check. I don't have any, but I think Marla has a big stash in her bathroom. I can replace them later."
As she turned to leave, he caught her hand. "Just so we're on the same page - I'm not looking for anything long-term, Cora. Maybe it's a baby-of-the-family thing, but I'm just not ready for commitment yet, and you're the kind of woman who deserves that."
What a sweetheart. She shook her head. "My career takes up so much of my time right now. Maybe in a few years I'll be in the market for something permanent, but not right now. We're on the same page, Val. Company and a little fun while it lasts, but no strings attached and no regrets when it's over." With that, Cora turned and headed toward Marla's room.
Why did it feel as if she'd punched him in the stomach? She'd said exactly what he'd wanted to hear. Val followed Cora down the hall, watching the sway of her incredible backside as she walked. He was so hard, he could pound nails with his dick at just the idea of getting her naked and under him.
She paused at one of the two doors at the end of the short hallway and pointed to the one across. "You can wait in there, I'll be right back." She winced slightly. "I think I put away all the clean laundry, but there might still be some on the bed. Sorry."
"It's okay - we all have to wash our clothes." He stepped into her bedroom, turned on the light and looked around. It was softly feminine but restrained, just like Cora. Soft rose-pink curtains covered the windows, contrasting nicely with the cream-colored walls. A thick comforter in a muted, floral pattern covered the full-sized bed, which was mostly free of laundry. He folded up two sweaters and set them on the dresser, which was only slightly cluttered with the usual feminine paraphernalia - a hairbrush, a small jewelry box and one almost untouched bottle of perfume. The single framed painting on the wall was a sort of cubist heart, in shades of burgundy and rose, with the word Corazon inked into one of the squares. Had she painted it herself? Was it done just for her or a happy coincidental find?
"Here," she said, her cheeks flushed as she entered the room with several small boxes in her hand. "I didn't know which kind or size, so I just brought all of them." She dropped the pile of boxes onto the dresser.
Val selected one carefully and set it on the nightstand before turning to take her into his arms. "You sure about this?"
She nodded, her eyes glowing as she gazed up at him. "Just be patient if I'm clumsy. It's been awhile."
He stepped back toward the bed, bringing her with him. "When we're together like this, there's no right or wrong. Just whatever makes us both happy." Sitting on the edge of the bed, he pulled her in between his legs.
"Shouldn't we turn off the lights?" He loved the fact that her voice was breathy and quivering. Her coffee-colored eyes had darkened to the shade of bitter chocolate.
"Only if you want to. Me? I'd prefer to see every inch of you." He slid his hands up under her sweatshirt and undid the back clasp of her bra.
"Okay." She licked her lips then bent her head just a little to press a kiss on his lips - the first time she'd initiated one. "I just hope you're not disappointed. I'm not exactly fashionably thin."
"Good. I like my women to have curves." He pushed her shirt and bra over her head, leaving her bare breasts right at his eye level. "Oh yeah. Perfect." He traced one finger around a generous, tan areola then around the tightly beaded nipple, a deeper pinkish-brown.
Cora's fingers dug into his shoulders and her spine arched, pressing her dainty breasts closer to his face. Val took the hint, kissing a line down the center of her cleavage while he brought his hands around to the sides of her breasts, squeezing them together to make a deeper valley for his tongue to trace.
"They're sensitive, aren't they?" he murmured, making sure his breath brushed one peaked nipple. "All pretty and rosy and brown against your creamy skin. Positively edible." He finally settled his lips on her nipple, glorying in her gasp of indrawn breath.
Oh lord, she smelled like heaven, sweetly feminine with a hint of rose in her soap or body lotion underlying the scent of skin and sweat. He kissed her nipples in turn, first with just a featherlight brush of his lips then with more and more heat until he finally took one into his mouth and sucked.
"Val!" The sound of her crying his name was almost as heady as the taste of her. Her hands dug into his hair, holding his head in place. He switched nipples, intent on paying equal homage to both. His cock was about ready to rip through the front of his pants, but he was determined to take this slowly, to make sure she enjoyed every moment as much as humanly possible.
Cora didn't seem to want to go slowly. Even as he sucked her nipples, her hands fumbled at the buttons on his jeans, trying to free his cock. Every time her fingers brushed against his swollen dick, he pulsed into her hands, straining against the denim of his fly until she eventually succeeded with the buttons and released the pressure. His stretchy boxers were loose enough not to be any constraint, but the feel of her hands wrapping around his aching shaft was almost enough to make him come.
Needing to regain control, he stood, setting her just far enough away from him to move her hands. Her pout was too adorable to resist, so he leaned over and kissed it then her cute, little nose even as he reached behind him with one hand and pulled back the covers. "I want this to last awhile, not be over in thirty seconds. You can play all you want later."
"Later?" She sucked her lower lip between her teeth and looked up at him through her thick, black lashes. "Are you still going to be here later?"
"Mmm-hmm. All night, if you'll let me." He untied the drawstring of her pants and pushed them down over her hips, along with her simple cotton panties. His hands smoothed over the full curves of her hips and he looked down at her creamy skin, his mouth watering. "Oh sweetheart, you are so fucking gorgeous." He sat back down on the bed so he could run a line of nibbling kisses from the dent of her waist down to the flare of her hip. He filled his hands with the lush globes of her ass while he trailed his lips over to her bellybutton, taking in the rich, heady scent of her arousal. She didn't shave or wax, so a thick nest of black curls teased him from between her legs. This beauty was all natural and all woman. He couldn't help slipping one hand between her thighs to find her hot and wet and slick.
Slow. He kept repeating the word over in his head while he stood to kick off his shoes then pull his shirt off over his head. Finally, he shoved his jeans down around his ankles. Cora licked her lips, and Val's cock bobbed in response to her blatant approval.