I’ve never met someone who can make me lose control the way she can. No other woman has ever made me want to throw away everything I have and everything I’ve built just for one more taste of her.
I drag my palm up my length, groaning as I imagine Cora sprawled on my mattress. A sheen of sweat glistening on her skin. But as I get closer, she rolls to her belly and angles her hips up.
Take me like this, she says. I’m too tired to sit up. But I need you.
God, I need her, too.
I’ve memorized the feel of her hips in my hands. The weight of her body as I drag her against me and thrust inside of her.
One stroke, two, three… It doesn’t take much and I’m already on the edge. Already trying to drag out this imaginary moment for as long as I can. Because this is the only relief I’ll get until Co
