“I know they do. I’ve done a few of them myself. But I did not need a list of rules to tell me they were terrible. Cora, whatever mortal sins you think you’ve committed, I can assure you that finding the things that make you feel good aren’t among them.”
She sighs again, but it sounds happier. More content. “Are you sure?”
Rather than give her words, I slowly negotiate us both to standing, and with her hand in mine, I walk us to the wagon, selfishly satisfied at the way she still seems a bit unsteady on her feet while I start rummaging through my things. My hand finally lands on the small mirror that I use to shave in the mornings, and I pull it out before sitting on the ground again with my back against the wagon wheel.
Cora remains on her feet, staring at me with a mystified expression until I hold out my hand, adjusting my legs wide enough for her to fit between them. “Come sit with me for a while.”
She hesitates momentarily, likely still worried over if she’s wanting something that she shouldn’t. But I see in her eyes the moment that the want wins out before she’s settling herself between my legs, her back against my chest as I prop the mirror in front of us.
“Cypress.” She’s looking at us in the mirror as I do the same with my face next to hers over her shoulder. “What are you doing?”
“All these lessons we’ve been giving you,” I reply, running my nose along her jaw and watching her eyelids flutter closed, “and all this time there’s been something essential missing from your education.”
I place my hands on the tops of her thighs, listening to her breathing stutter. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do,” I tell her, pressing a kiss to the side of her neck. “We canjust sit here for a while if you’d rather.”
I can practically feel her thinking, debating. “And if I said I want to…you’ll…”
“Make you feel good,” I reply, simply. “Well, actually, you’re going to take care of that on your own. For the most part.”
“But it will feel like when you and Aiden kiss me?”
“Better,” I murmur, and she makes a small wistful sound, her head tipping back against my shoulder.
“I can’t imagine that.”
“Then we’re going to have to work on your imagination, little bird,” I say, certain I have her attention now. That curiosity is going to come out to play, and I love that quality about her as much as I really do love her wild.
She turns her face into me, nipping at my jaw. “I want to.”
I think I simply loveher.
I take a steadying breath in, doing my best to keep my own desire at bay so that I can keep it about her. My hands shift slightly to press between her thighs and guide her legs apart underneath her dress. As soon as I do, I can feel her tensing again, leaning her head back to seek my mouth for reassurance. I give her what she wants, kissing her until she relaxes into me and nods to keep going.
Only then do my hands bunch in the fabric of her skirts, easing it higher until the mere sight of her bare legs above those damn boots makes me dizzy. Too easy to picture them wrapped around my waist…on either side of my head. I bite back a groan when I reach her thighs, revealing the soft white fabric of her undergarments. “You can change your mind, little bird. Are you sure you want—”
“I want you to see me,” she answers me, breathy and a little needy. “If you want to…”
To let her know just how much, my mouth presses against hers as I drag her skirts even higher. When I look again in the mirror,I can see them hiked up to her waist, and while women’s clothing often has far too many layers for my liking, here at least, they excel. Exposing just enough of a tantalizing peek through the open seam of her undergarments to make a person want to see more—more of those soft curls between her thighs, more of that cunt that is just as gorgeous spread open for me as I thought it’d be.
“Look at yourself, Cora,” I urge when I realize her eyes are shut, and I wait for her to open them before I take her hand and bring it to my mouth. I suck on two of her fingers, wetting them with my tongue, and keeping my eyes on her face in the mirror as she bites her lip and watches as I lower them between her legs.
Parting the seam of her undergarments wider, I lower the touch of those same two fingers to the sensitive little bud hidden at her apex. “Feel this?”
She nods, trembling slightly.
“I want you to move your fingers in a slow circle around this pretty clit, Cora. Drag them back and forth, circle and press until you figure out what makes your heart race.”
She nods again, my fingers never leaving their place over hers as she starts to tentatively explore, slowly becoming less apprehensive and more intrigued by how her body is responding. Her other hand, still intertwined with mine in her upturned skirts, tightens as she does. Her head falling back against my shoulder again so that I can cover her throat with open-mouthed kisses in an attempt to soothe my own thirst.
I feel the moment she finds a rhythm that works for her, her chest beginning to rise and fall rapidly, and I watch what she’s doing in the mirror, memorizing the pattern so that I can do it later with my own fingers. With my tongue. “That’s it,” I encourage her as her soft noises fill my head. “You’re doing so well, Cora. Keep going.”
She whimpers, and she’s so close, but right as she’s about tofall, her eyes close and she stops, pressing her legs back together and trapping my hand with hers in the soft heat of her thighs.
“It’s all right.” She’s shaking as I kiss her, as I wait for her to settle again, and eventually she does. “You’re all right.”
“Sorry,” she says, sounding upset. “I just—”
“You apologize too much, little bird. Try again.”