18: I Will Fuck You Until ...

Cora stepped through the threshold and immediately pulled Zola into her arms. She growled with urgency and worked feverishly to loosen their clothes while pushing Zola back into the bedroom. By the time they reached the bed, their clothes and shoes lay in a perfect path from the front door to the bedroom.

Zola struggled to contain Cora's intense need, feeling like she would cry out for mercy at the pursuit. Cora was not to be deterred or slowed, her hands and mouth covering Zola's chest as she drove her deeper into the bed.

" ..." Zola squirmed at the feel of Cora's mouth completely devouring her skin and pulling until her flesh tightened around the peak of her breasts in both pleasure and pain. "Is this lust?"

Cora pulled away momentarily and pushed Zola's wrists above her head, holding them there while she sucked and pulled the soft, exposed skin at the side of her breasts. Her answer was breathy and broken, "No ... Zola ... when I touch you, it will be with love in my heart. This is passion. This is ."

Cora released Zola's wrists but her arms stayed extended as Cora continued to move her tongue and mouth over Zola's supple and now salty skin. She sucked deeply and tasted Zola's flesh, pulling with teeth and lips. Cora drug her tongue over Zola's soft belly, pushing her tongue deep into her navel, sucking hard. Zola's hips pushed up, her hands snapped down, grasping the sheets, and her legs and feet fought in the sheets for leverage.

"Cora ... you feel ... like ."

Cora slipped her hand between Zola's legs and used her thumb to carefully massage the warm, slicked folds with perfect pressure. Cora kissed the soft skin at the hollow of Zola's hips.

She murmured into her skin. "Zola, you quiet my mind. I let the world go, myself go, and there is only you." Cora dipped her fingers into Zola and felt the intense heat and moisture of the soft flesh.

" (I need you)."

Cora slipped down and used both her tongue and her hand to continue to drive Zola closer to the edge of sexual abyss. Cora felt every response of Zola's body and heard her whimpering and crying with need. She spoke, letting her breath break over Cora's body. "You are unlike anything I've ever experienced." She kissed the inside of her thighs lightly and Zola thrashed, chasing Cora's touch. She moaned, her body strained and frustrated.

When Cora pulled her mouth completely away, Zola cried out, " (No, my love)!

Cora slid up Zola, enjoying the friction and letting her own wet center make contact with Zola's hot skin. She covered Zola's mouth completely, dominating the space.

Zola tasted the sweat and sex on Cora's lips. Cora's tongue reached deeply in and she pressed her fingers simultaneously into Zola with ease. Zola's scream was muffled by Cora's driving tongue and pulling lips. Zola's hips rolled and rocked and her hands slipped to Cora's back in an attempt to press into the woman.

Cora straddled Zola, moving inside her, building rhythm and friction, feeling a ball of pressure forming, every touch now pushing her dangerously close to climax. The feeling was electric and intoxicating. She continued to push and pull, sweating now with need and concentration. Cora buried her free hand into Zola's hair, gently but firmly pulling back to expose her neckline. She felt Zola begin to quiver as she moved inside her. Cora kissed and sucked on Zola's neck and the soft skin below and behind her ear, allowing Zola to gasp for air.

"Cora ..." Cora thrust and pulled down Zola's walls, driving back Zola's thoughts and words. Zola violently rose up into Cora and seized in rippling waves. Cora pressed down and rolled her hips slightly inward, riding Zola's upper thigh, containing the woman as she trembled beneath her. A deep shiver of satisfaction rippled through her when she heard Zola barely get the words out, "Cora ... ."

Cora laid with Zola deep into the afternoon. They continued to touch and taste each other, never losing physical contact. Cora was laying on her side, Zola on her stomach, looking up into Cora's eyes. Cora sighed contently as she gently pulled her fingers through Zola's thick hair. Her fingertips continued to draw down her back in gentle massage.

""

"If you keep speaking Italian, I'm going to have to get lessons."

Zola smiled. "My dream, you make me melt like snow under the sun."

"Mmmm,"Cora shifted closer and began to place a trail of kisses over Zola's shoulder and into her back,"you are the only voice in my head. Nothing has dominated my thoughts like you."

Zola sighed and wondered aloud,"What's gotten into you, ?"

"What do you mean?" Cora continued to nibble and taste.

", it's wonderful, it is, you seem different. And I want more of this."

"Oh, I'm not 100% certain myself. To be honest, I've been on a little bit of an emotional roller coaster recently. But, this morning. When I saw you, when I heard your voice, I just you. you."

Zola nodded and pulled Cora in closer. "I want more of you, too. I know it's not my turn, but I leave in a week and half. Would you meet me in Rimini? Dominic, Marie, and Matteo will be there. Papa too."

Cora eased back and Zola rolled to her side. They laid, sharing the intimate space, facing each other and speaking in whispers. "I'm not sure I can. That's a big trip for me. I have work." Cora felt the overwhelming urge to say 'yes' unconditionally and freely. It felt strange and selfish. Her chest tightened with doubt that was becoming all too familiar.

Zola's throat burned at Cora's hesitation. ", will you about it? I want my family to know you."

"Yes, Zola. I will think about it. I will think about you. I will think about us. of us. But for now, should we eat or should I just eat later at work?"

"Hmmm, tough one." Zola pulled her eyes over Cora and shook her head in disbelief. "Are you you're Buddhist? Because you've got this sex thing nailed. I mean, . Are you sure?"

Cora laughed. "Zola, there are different types of Buddhism, just like different denominations of Christianity. Not all Buddhist philosophies focus on restraint. Engaged Buddhism does embrace discipline, but the focus is really on. we do and we do it."

"Oooohhh. Thank God for that!" Zola grinned slowly. "You do it very, very well. Learn something new everyday." Cora nodded.

"My turn. I'm going to teach you some more Italian." Zola rolled over on top of Cora hovering, her hair cascading down around Cora's face.

"Really?" Cora reached up to kiss her but Zola pulled back denying her.

", but you may not want me to translate for you. It might offend your Buddhist sensibilities." Zola smirked, her eyes danced with amusement and arousal. She leaned in and kissed Cora, capturing her tongue and folding it into her mouth, sucking and massaging.

Cora's eyes rolled at the sensation. She gasped and moaned in pleasure. "."

" You can't imagine what I'm going to do to you."

Cora chuckled and as Zola kissed her jawline and the soft skin of her neck, she said, "That's not so bad."

Zola grinned into Cora's skin and ran her tongue around her ear, sucking and pulling at her earlobe. " Let me inside you."

Cora squirmed beneath Zola, gasping with anticipation at the request.

". Are you sure?" Zola moved into Cora's field of vision, hovering again over her, Zola's cinnamon eyes meeting Cora's. She chuckled, her voice laced with both desire and laughter.

Cora's eyes rolled, her winced with arousal. "Yes, tell me."

Zola whispered with passion and need, "I will fuck you until you explode of pleasure."

Cora's breath halted and Zola moved, exerting complete control over Cora. "You will be exhausted tonight, ."

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"Wait ... wait ... wait, back up." Edra grimaced. "She invited you to Italy?!"

"No, first go back and tell us about the sex. You're glowing."

"No, Joce!" Cora laughed. "You really don't want to hear about it. You'll pass out with jealousy."

Joce gasped stunned. She fell back into her chair. "Oh my God."

"Cora! Italy?"

"Oh yeah, that. I'm just not sure yet."

Edra and Joce rolled their eyes.

"Oh come on! I get it,. I'm falling in love with her. It feels unlike anything else I've felt before. I'm just out of my depth. Everything is confusing and unfamiliar."

"Jesus, Cora! Listen to yourself! You love her. Just say it! What's the issue? Take a risk!"

Edra balanced Jocelyn's response, her voice soft and compassionate. "Cora, what are you afraid of?"

Cora's eyes widened as thoughts raced through her head:

Out loud, she spoke softly, "I ... I don't know."

"Bullshit. No offense."

"Joce, give her a break."

"Okay, sorry, Cora."

Cora answered but she was staring into space. "No problem."

"Cora, we're heading out. When will you see her again?"

"Friday night, I'm cooking for her."

"Has she seen your place yet?"

"No, first time."

"Well, we've known you for three years and I've never been over to your place. So, you got it bad."

"Joce ..."

"Okay, Edra, . No offense."

"Okay, sweetie, you've got time. Have a good night." Edra stood and kissed Cora on the top of the head. "Let's go, Joce. I want to review the Anderson chart before I head out."

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"Zola? Are you with me?"

"Oh. Yes, Marge. I'm sorry."

Marge chuckled. "It's alright, I recognize that look."

Zola grinned. "Is it bad?"

"I imagine that it's bad in the very best way. Is she treating you well, Zola?"

"Marge, she treats me so well, but she's driving me ."

"Oh? The other woman?"

"No. She hasn't mentioned her since last week. She called me after their date. I think it's over. It's definitely Cora. She seems when we are together but she never speaks of us in any future tense."

Marge smirked, "Certain?"

Zola returned her look, her voice heavy with innuendo, ". ."

Marged grinned,"Well that's wonderful, but not moving fast enough for you?"

"No, it's not that. I just wish I knew where she stands. Is it even a possibility for her? I have no idea."

"Is what a possibility? Is whatever it is a possibility for you, Zola? For your family?"

Zola sighed. "You know , a .' With me, . Ugh. You're right, Marge. Papa is unsure, but I'm not."

"I see, and what if he can't get 'there'? You want your family and Ms. Sims, right? Could you choose her over your family?" Marge's voice was filled with skepticism.

"Okay, so maybe it's better this way. For now. But Papa doesn't change the way I feel about her."

"Zola, you need to talk to your father. This is not about another woman. This is about . You have time."

Zola sighed in resignation. "Speaking of, 10 days out. I guess we should focus."