Page 110 of Rapunzel Is Losing It

When her thighs started twitching, I delved forward again. Two more strokes of my tongue against her clit, and Cordelia’s writhing turned into a full-body tremble. Her pussy frantically clenched and unclenched, and each breath came with a desperate moan. I brought the tip of a second finger against her tight entrance, barely pushing in, and my girl unraveled.

When her body stilled around me, I waited for that one hitched sound to let me know she was finished, before I pulled my hand back. My mouth stayed right where it was, my tongue slow and gentle against her.

“Victor,” she croaked.

I only shot a glance up to make sure she was still gripping the shower rail. She was. So, in one move, I grabbed her second leg and threw it over my other shoulder.

“Oh my god,” she gasped and clenched her thighs.

If being smothered by her thighs around my face was how I’d die, I’d go happily. But maybe not today. Leveraging my shoulders against her, I pushed her back until her hips were lodged between the wall and my face, giving her just enough hold for her legs to fall open again. That was all I needed to let my tongue sweep down the length of her fold.

One of her hands raked through my hair, gripping it in her fist, and the sharp tug on my scalp spurred me forward. The harder my tongue worked against her, the tighter her fingers wound through my hair, and the louder her moans echoed from the tiles.

Her second climax stirred up fast, body twitching around mine. Her other hand burrowed into my hair, and I had to steel my grip around her hips to stop us from toppling over as she rocked against my face.

Legs clenched around my head and fists jerking on my hair, Cordelia fell apart a second time, so consumed by feeling - not thoughts - that I barely got enough room to breathe.

I had that effect on her. Me. And it was a better win than any knockout or any championship belt.

She winced when I finally untangled myself. Even when I stood, I kept my hands wrapped around her middle, because her knees were still jittering.

“I…” She huffed out a long breath, glazed eyes searching mine. “Uh…”

“Need a minute?”

“Uh-huh.” She nodded, shaky lips pulling into a smile.

I looped my arms around her waist and pulled her against me, absorbing her weight and her warmth. While her body trembled through the aftershocks, Cordelia kept her face buried in the curve of my neck, and I traced soothing circles between her shoulder blades.

The spark returned to her eyes when she pulled me out of the shower a few minutes later. “That’s not the kind of shower head thing I had in mind, you know. But no complaints. That certainly was shower head.” She grinned, and snatched the towel from my hand. “Let me.”

She smoothed the towel over my body and I leaned into her careful touch. She dabbed at my chest and used her free hand to trace the inked lines on my skin. Every muscle fiber inside me clenched for her touch, craving the next as soon as her hands lifted off me. But when her hands dropped low and she cupped my dick through the towel, I grabbed her wrist and cuffed them behind her back with one hand.

Her eagerness to get her hands on me was going to drive me insane.

“Later,” I said.

“When later?”

“When you’ve come on my dick once or twice. When I’m no longer worried that your first time is going to suck because you’ve already jerked me off.”

She squinted and crinkled her nose, clearly not quite happy with my response. “Fine. Ugh. Stupid fucking virginity. I can’t wait to get rid of it.” She twisted out of my grasp and snatched a condom from the bathroom cabinet, before marching straight to her bedroom. “Are you coming, or what?”

The impatience really did something to my brain. Cordelia wanted to have sex with me. There was no back and forth, no games, no quit-pro-quo. Being chosen, being wanted like that, eased off all the weight from years of feeling like I only mattered when I won a fight. Cordelia was stitching me together without even trying.

I followed her to the bedroom and furled my arms around her middle from behind. Her spine had gone tense, and her fingers were twirling a wet strand of hair. I kissed her shoulder,waiting for whatever end result her whirring mind would produce.

“Maybe I just like my vibrator.”

“Do you want to get it? You can show me what you like.”

“No, sorry,” she shook her head and turned in my embrace to blink up at me, “I have a plan.”

“I know.”

“My plan never included you. I mean, sometimes I thought about you when I thought about the plan, but it wasn’tyou. I don’t know what you like when you’re having sex. And I don’t know if I will like the way you fuck me. Maybe you’ll hate the plan. Maybe we’re not compatible. Maybe, at the end of the day, I just like my vibrator.”

“Cordelia, I just made you come twice on my face. You’lllovethe way I fuck you.”

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