Robert turned around in bed, a small light was coming from Cora’s side. He saw she was sitting against the headboard, reading half hidden under the covers. He scooted closer and slid his arm over her stomach. “What is bothering you?” He rasped in his sleepy voice. He had learned that Cora only read during the night when she was worrying about something.
He felt Cora letting out a deep sigh. Robert pushed himself up against the headboard. “Cora?” he asked.
“Never mind me.” Cora said, turning towards her nightstand to put her book down.
“No, no. Something is wrong, please tell me.” Robert brushed an escaped curl behind Cora’s ear.
Cora turned half towards Robert, leaning on her side. “Do you really think your mother meant what she said?”
Robert raised his eyebrows. “You think she does not? Cora my mother is not that malicious.”
Cora rested her hand on Robert’s arm. “I know, I am sorry. I did not mean to talk bad about your mother. But her treatment of me has not been very nice from the start.”
“Wel.” Robert started. “I was not very nice to you from the start either. And look at us now.” He leaned in and kissed Cora’s cheek.
Cora blushed. “I know, but that is different.”
Robert kissed Cora’s cheek again a bit closer to her lips. “Is it?”
Cora brushed with her hand over Robert’s cheek. “Yes, because I love you and you love me. Your mother will never love me.”
Robert was now hoovering with his face in front of Cora’s. “My mother said, she was sorry for her harsh treatment and welcomed you in the family. And who cares what she thinks, Papa loves you, Rosamund adores you and I admire you.”
“You only admire me?” She teased.
Robert kissed Cora’s soft lips. “I am mad about you.” He kissed her again. “I am crazy about you.” Another kiss. “I cherish you.” A longer kiss this time. “I worship you.” He crashed his lips against Cora’s, and she granted him access. Robert moved so he was sitting on Cora’s lap. His hands resting on her sides, meanwhile not breaking the kiss.
Cora’s hands were slowly moving over Robert’s chest, plucking at the buttons of his nightshirt.
“Whatever our families say, we know what we want,” Robert said when the kiss stopped. He looked Cora in the eye. “We have found each other, and I am never letting you go.”
“I know indeed what I want,” Cora said breathy. She opened the buttons that she was plucking on before. “I want you.”
Robert growled and he felt himself grow. “There is nothing more that I want than to be together with you.” He pulled on Cora’s shirt. She was wearing a silk top, that he could easily slide over her head. Her breasts bounced when the fabric got stuck behind them and finally caved. A sight he could watch all day. She had small breasts, but they were perfect. Dark circles surrounding her nipples. When she stretched her arms up, he could see her ribs and his hand moved automatically towards it. Her skin was soft and warm. He bent forward and kissed her neckline, he moved his kisses down, in between her breasts, over her ribcage to her belly. His hands were back at her hips and when he felt Cora lifting her hips, he moved with her and pulled down her pyjama bottoms in the same movement. Dark curly hairs popped up when he moved her panties down. For a moment he stared at her, soaking in everything he saw. Trying to make a mental image. Her porcelain skin, slim figure, dark curls covering her folds, perky breast, red full lips, small nose, and light blue eyes, topped off with chestnut brown long curls. She looked like a picture.
“Do you like what you see?”
He had seen parts of her before, but he had not seen her fully naked body before. He swallowed and nodded. “You are beautiful” he said with a raspy voice.
Cora moved her upper body, so she was closer to Robert again, she removed his pyjama shirt. Her fingers sliding over his chest and arms. When his arms were out of the sleeves, she moved her hands over his back down to his legs. He was sitting on his knees across Cora’s legs, so he rolled of her. Cora moved with him and slid down his pants. He was laying only in his boxer shorts; Cora was now hoovering over him, and he could see that she liked what she was seeing. With her tongue she circled around his nipples and moved her kisses down to his groin. Her hands followed and the sensation of her small, soft fingers on his bare skin made him burst from excitement. He was going to feel her, he would know if her hand would fit as perfectly as he had imagined.
Unexpectedly fast she pulled down his boxer and moved back so her hand rested on his inner leg. She was teasing him. Her hands were so close, but she kept from touching him. Cora’s eyes searched for his and he saw a cheeky twinkle in them. She moved so her warm core was resting on top of him. Robert felt himself getting harder. His own hands rested on Cora’s hips, and he tried to move her so he could enter her. His hands caressed her thighs, and he could not resist and moved his hand inwards. Cora spread her legs a bit more to grand him access. He strokes with his fingers over her warm spot and slowly moved inwards. She was more than ready he noticed; he sped up his pace what resulted in deep moans coming from Cora’s throat. He looked up at her, her head in her neck, he chest moving rapidly. Her curls were down and rested on her shoulders. She looked like an angel.
Cora moved her hips with the same rhythm as Robert’s hand moved. He felt her getting tighter around his fingers and pulled back. Another deep moan left Cora’s mouth and her eyes shot open. He smiled up at her, he knew she needed more, he needed more himself, but he needed to feel her around him. Not just around his fingers. He put his hands on her hips and turned her on her back, so he was on top again.
Her hand moved towards his manhood, and he gasped, when her fingers closed around him. This feeling was better than what he had dreamed of. She indeed fitted perfectly, and her movements were steady but firm. His body started to shutter, and he could not hold it much longer. “Cora?” He managed to say. “Can I.” He stopped, Cora did not slow down her movements and he had trouble forming words. “Cora.” his voice sounded very soft.
Cora moved her hips, she knew what Robert meant, but she wanted to tease him a bit longer. With his last Cora, she slowed her hand down and guided him towards her. His thrusts were strong and even though it did hurt a bit, she encouraged him to go on.
Robert saw a wrinkle on Cora’s forehead, he stopped his thrusting. “Am I hurting you?”
Cora shook her head. “Not really, please do not stop.”
“Are you sure?” He saw the same wrinkle when he thrusted again. He slowed his movements down, slowly he moved out of her. His hand taking over. Robert felt Cora relax and knew he had made the right decision when she reached her high, quickly after. He kissed her jaw and stroke with his finger over her skin. “That was magical.”
Cora looked up at him, with coy eyes. “I am sorry.”
“You have lost your mind, I think. What are you saying sorry for?” Robert still caressed Cora’s skin.
“You did not reach your high.”
Robert smiled and pressed a kiss on her lips. “You gave me more; you reached your high and seeing that was magical.”
Cora pushed herself up and wrapped her arms around his chest. “Come lay with me.”
Robert did as she asked, he pulled the blankets up with him, to cover them both. But as soon as he lied down, Cora disappeared under the covers. He gasped when her mouth closed around him, her hands on his hips and before he knew, he reached his high. Slowly Cora’s head popped up from under the covers, with a proud smile. “You deserved that.” She said before kissing him intensely.
Cora rested her head on Robert’s chest and closed her eyes. Her hand was slowly moving over his chest and ribcage. She smiled when she saw him in her mind. His strong hips and thighs, his broad, slightly browned chest, with dark hairs covering his skin. His strong jaw flowing into his sexy blue eyes. His brown hair was getting long, and it curled on his forehead and in his neck. The concern on his face, when he noticed she was hurting, made her arousal in that moment only bigger. He was so caring, even when he was overwhelmed with lust, he still did take care of her needs. Cora pressed a kiss on his skin. “Sleep tight darling.”
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