Page 75 of Rapunzel Is Losing It

“The idea of me?” I chuckled and raised my brows at her. “What does that mean?”

“I keep thinking about what it would be like if you went down on me.”

My steps faltered, the machine almost catapulting me backwards. “Fuck, Cordelia. Give a man a heads-up.”

“Alright, heads-up.” She bent over the control panel and slowed the tempo for me. “I want your head between my legs. I don’t think I’ll be able to focus on anything else until I know what it feels like to have you eat me out.”

I cursed under my breath. “Right now?”

She eyed me up and down. “Preferably, but if you’d feel better after a shower, I can wait.”

“Shit.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Come here.” I flipped the main switch on the control panel, the machine dying under my feet.

“I was thinking upstairs…”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Cordelia.”

She combed her fingers through that damn golden hair of hers, biting her lip, before ducking under handrail. She slotted into the narrow space between me and the console, big eyes looking anywhere but at me. Her boldness was fading fast.

Fuck, I wasn’t sure what was hotter. The confidence to ask for my head between her thighs, or knowing that she was mine alone. Mine first.

“What if I don’t like it?”

“Then we stop.”

“Okay,” she nodded, “how do I- do you need me to-”

Fuck her not looking at me. I wanted her to want this. I kissed her, and after a short flinch, she sighed into my mouth. Her sweet breath mingled with mine and she relaxed against me. Her delicate fingers wove around my neck and down the back of my shirt. Nothing could compare to her hands on me. Her touch was so careful, so gentle, exploring the feel of someone else’s skin against hers. She could explore all she wanted. I’d be her goddamn puppet and she could pull every string to test my reactions.

I broke out of the kiss, leaving her gasping.

“Take off your panties.” I braced my arms on the handrails, caging her between me and the machine.

“Oh, yeah,” she rasped and looked down at her own body, “do you want me to take off the dress?”

“Did I tell you to take off the dress?”

She swallowed and shook her head. With her eyes on me, Cordelia reached up her skirt and wiggled her hips until a tiny piece of peachy fabric slid down to her knees. She stepped out of her panties and held the scrap of lace and cotton up for me. “Like that?”

I took them from her and ran my thumb over the small dark spot in their center. For fuck’s sake. “Is that how wet you get thinking about me?”

“Is there always this much talking involved? Or are you actually going to do something?” She ran her tongue over her lips. “Because I wasn’t really imagining a Q and A session, you know.”

I pocketed her underwear, grabbed her waist and hoisted her up on the console. She let out a surprised gasp but didn’t need any direction to open her legs to let me stand between them. “Is this what you want?”

She nodded.

“Are you that desperate to have someone eat your pussy?”

She shook her head. “Not someone. You.”

Fuck me. I pushed her dress up. Her thighs twitched around my waist, the little muscle spasm rippling all the way up to her perfect pink pussy, bare and glistening for me. My fists tightened around the bunched fabric of her dress. It took every drop of self restraint in me not to plunge my fingers into her. Not when she was still- fuck, I wasn’t sure how far she wanted to go. Cordelia was the first girl I meant to take my time with.

“Fuck, you’re beautiful,” I rasped through strained lungs.