Year of Cobert

March – "Make me"

rating: M

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Cora was pleasantly inebriated from the evening downstairs. It was wise she didn't go up too late, for she was still in a chipper and zestful mood as she slipped into bed. During getting ready for bed, she animatedly chatted with Baxter who – despite her gentle reservedness – seemed not without glee as she reacted to Cora's jovial chatter.

The look Cora had given Robert downstairs before she had departed to her bedroom was a clear sign for him to follow her with little delay. He wasn't always the quickest to get hints but Cora wasn't worried about this one. It had worked often enough in the past.

She looked up from her finger idly tracing the embroidered hem on her duvet with a confident smile as Robert surely enough walked into her room after little time.

"Did they let you go?"

"They had to. I have important matters to attend to," Robert answered statesmanlike as he threw his dressing gown onto his armchair by Cora's dressing table.

"Oh, do you?"

"Well, yes. My wife shouldn't be alone in that big bed, and it's a very high priority of mine to keep her good company," Robert went along with her banter.

With a sweet boyish smile, he took the few strides to the bed and shook the mattress with his weight as he sat down.

"Come keep me company. And then, let us see if it is good," Cora teased.

Robert turned to her with an incredulous look. "You doubt that? You were very eager to have me up here."

Cora's eyes dropped into her lap. When her cheeks grew hot, she knew it was too late to deny it. "Yes, I was," she whispered, lowering her head even further.

Robert shuffled closer and put his hand around her hip. His face was so close she felt its warmth on her temple and forehead.

"I would have followed you anyway," he conceded. His index brushed along her jaw, and Cora lifted her gaze to his eyes.

"Really? Why so?" she breathed into the tiny space between them. His lips inched closer and closer and they brushed against hers lightly before uttering his response.

"Because you did an unfailing job at enthralling me entirely tonight."

Cora caught his lips with determination. How could something be so right? Her love – her physical love – with Robert was just so right it made her body practically ache from sheer need. Few things were as infallibly right and good as the physical aspect of her relationship with Robert. Who else could say that after thirty-five years? Everything else was right between them at the moment too, otherwise, it wouldn't be so especially enjoyable as it was lately. But even in moments, when other aspects of their communication failed, the physical part was very rarely affected. How was it possible that he could still make her unravel like this?

She hungrily opened her lips and responded to every snog coming from him more eagerly. Her hand came up to cradle his head. Her light scratches on the back of his head evoked muffled moans. She tried to loop her leg around his lower body but was quickly tangled into the bedsheets and instead concentrated on pulling his upper body even closer. Angling her face, she kissed him as deeply as she could, her teeth clashing audibly against his at some point.

Robert pulled her closer by the waist and his hands settled on the small of her back, pressing there firmly. He sucked on her tongue and lips just how she liked it, and Cora was already getting pleasantly warm from the inside.

With a groan, she had to tear her lips from his to catch her breath. She hated to lose contact but she held his head in her hands and rested her forehead against his to stay with him as close as possible. Robert breathed heavily too, and Cora dropped one hand onto his chest, feeling the strong movement of his ribs under her palm. His rapidly beating heart greeted her palm as well.

"Good heavens," Robert whispered against her lips as he gave her a small peck. "We're not leaving anything to chance, do we?"

Cora chuckled.

He pulled one hand from her back and lifted the braid that rested on her shoulder. He twirled it loosely around his fingers before he buried them in the un-braided roots. His fingers on her scalp made her hum.

When he pulled back his hand, Cora settled against the headboard and sighed at the relaxation of her spine after the long day. Robert hugged her from the side and immersed his face in her neck. Cora sensed him inhaling deeply instead of covering her skin in kisses or other depictions of affection, as he often liked to do.

The moment he lifted his head again, Cora stroked his cheek with a smile.

"This is a great night," she grinned pleased.

Robert nodded. "We had a great night yesterday as well," he mentioned. Leaning closer, he added something in a husky voice. Cora looked ahead with a neutral expression of anticipation. Robert's closeness had a soothing effect on her.

"I'd love to hear you mewl like that again," he breathed into her ear. The hot air accompanying his words condensed on the shell of her ear, and Cora felt a pleasant shiver run down her spine.

"Make me," she answered barely above a whisper. A tiny smirk flitted across her features as she leaned more comfortably back against the headboard.

Robert's only answer was a low growl. Cora looked straight ahead, waiting for his next move, but in the corner of her eye, she still caught how he lowered his chin without tearing his eyes from her face.

In a quick motion, Robert turned until he was on all fours. Kicking the sheets back, he crawled backwards and moved into Cora's field of vision. With an intense stare deep into her eyes, he grabbed Cora's blanket at the upper hem and pulled it down. Cora complied with his silent prompt and drew her legs up. Her heels dug into the mattress and her nightdress trembled riskily between her spread knees.

"I don't want you to lift a finger," Robert explained.

Cora nodded. Excitement rose in her chest, tingling in her neck and rushing to her cheeks. Her stomach made a delicious flip. "Alright."

Robert settled in front of her. He brushed his palms over her shins which were partially covered by the satin of her nightgown. He slipped his fingers under the soft material and his hands circled her calves. His fingertips pressed into her lower thighs.

"Relax," he instructed.

Cora let her head roll back. Her eyes traced the stitching on the canopy as she lazily asked, "And you truly believe you can be as surprisingly pleasing as yesterday?"

"Excuse me? Surprisingly? Do I want to know what that means?"

Cora chuckled. "Oh, you know you're always pleasing me. But yesterday was just… different. In a very good way." With a sigh, she shook her head and then she lifted it slightly to look at him, "Never mind, I didn't mean anything by it."

He looked at her with the pitiful expression of a sad puppy, and Cora knew he was processing her words, trying to figure out what he had done differently yesterday that he might have not achieved on so many other nights.

Perhaps, he didn't figure out the difference, for he threw her a challenging look and said, "No, no, I get it. But I really don't need your backhanded compliments."

"I told you I didn't mean anything by it."

Robert grumbled and flipped her nightdress over her knees. He made an attempt at furrowing his brow while taking in her barely clothed body.

But her words had the desired effect on him. The frown vanished in seconds as his eyes raked over the ivory skin, and her praise of last night's efforts became a new incitement to show off his skills in giving her the greatest pleasure again.

His head dipped into the space between her legs, his lips descending onto the soft skin on the inside of her knee before they slowly travelled up to her inner thigh. His fingers all the while busied themselves on the outside of her thighs, drawing featherlight patterns and making Cora shake involuntarily. She sighed at his ministrations, and as she closed her eyes, her hand inadvertently sank onto his head. Her fingers disappeared into his curls.

She felt his voice vibrate against her skin before she heard him.

"I said I didn't want you to lift a finger," he repeated without moving his lips an inch from her skin.

"Oh." She lifted her head to look at him. "Not even this?"

"Not at the moment."

She nodded, even though his face was buried under her nightdress and he didn't see her.

"Alright." She complied and pulled her hand back but heard him sigh at the loss of contact. Her lips puckered into a smirk. She was curious how long Robert would abide by his own rules. And how long until the next time she had to be reminded of them because with Robert's lips tantalising her sensitive skin it was getting harder and harder to concentrate. He knew what he was doing.

First, it was only light kisses, mere breaths on her tender skin. But quickly enough, he altered his attention and applied more pressure, sucking gently on the softest spots of her thighs. He knew how it was driving her insane.

Cora did her best to suppress her moans. She didn't want him to know just yet how well his tricks worked.

His fingers inched upwards as well and began pressing into her hips. His mouth had nearly reached the hem of her drawers. Cora bit into her bottom lip. When she felt his lips suddenly leaving her skin, she held her breath, too eager for the continuation of Robert's exploration of her body.

She heard his pleased groan, and then she realised he was burying his face in her lap. She felt his breath permeate through her underwear and she pressed her lips tightly together. It took her all her strength to not whimper already. Robert pressed his lips onto her most private part through her drawers, his stubble scratching over the cotton, and Cora realised this was only beginning. He was giving her special treatment today. It was a lucky day for both of them.

It was a matter of seconds until Cora twitched for the first time. Robert gave a pleased hum. He nuzzled his face in her groin and pushed the fabric of her nightgown out of the way to properly look up at her. His face was painted in a deeply blissful expression and his pupils were large from desire.

"Would you take off that dress?" he asked softly. Cora was enveloped by his warm and hoarse bedroom voice and didn't hesitate to pull the cream-coloured chemise over her head. Her night-braid fell onto her back with a light thud as her head re-emerged from her nightgown.

Robert cleared his throat. "Alright, now I will take care of this." He nodded to the only garment left on her body. His hands grabbed her thighs as his eyes fixated on her covered centre.

"Wait, what about you?"

"What do you mean? My clothes?" He looked up, his head obscenely between her spread legs.

She nodded.

"No, it's about you tonight," he stated.

"But I want to see you too." Cora made a swift motion with her hand, circling his body, as she added, "Come one, at least get rid of that shirt. I bet it's only restraining you from performing at your best."

And surely, Robert quickly sat up and pulled off his nightshirt as he didn't want to give a mediocre performance. Cora's face relaxed in a serene smile when her husband's chest, and shoulders, and arms were revealed to her. It was much better like this.

"Now, enough distractions," Robert muttered and dipped his head between her legs again. Cora gasped when she realised what he was doing. His head right there, he grabbed the drawstrings of her underwear with his teeth and pulled them open without his hands. Cora was too stunned to speak and just looked down at him with wide eyes and bated breath.

Robert's dark eyes travelled up her tensed abdomen, her bare chest, and up to her astonished face.

"Lift your hips," he whispered. Cora gulped and slowly complied. Robert's lips closed around the upper hem of her drawers, and he tried to pull them down like this. Cora barely breathed. Where did he get these ideas from?

At one point, when it didn't quite work, Robert took a hand to help and pull her underwear over the rounds of her bottom.

Cora gave a surprised hum at the unexpected touch. Finally, she could struggle out of her underwear and was now entirely bare in front of Robert.

"Now please relax, Cora, alright?"

She nodded.

His mouth descended onto her labia, and Cora felt herself melt into a puddle the moment Robert slowly traced her folds first with his lips and then with his tongue. She sighed and sank deeper against the headboard. Cora couldn't hold back any more moans and she didn't want to. Letting go entirely, she gave in to the overwhelming sensations Robert elicited. He knew his way around her sex, and with his arms looped round her thighs and spreading her even further, he gave her a great demonstration of that.

After cosseting her folds with the soft attention of his lips, he started nibbling on her outer lips. Cora groaned. She had to bite into her fist since she was forbidden to 'lift a finger'. She hadn't realised how deeply rooted her instinct was to grab his head when he pleasured her.

"Robert!" Cora let out a desperate cry.

He responded in action by adding quick licks to her labia and more pressure by putting his fingers on her slit too, drawing them along at the torturing pace.

Cora whimpered in a succession of incoherent noises.

Robert's middle finger pushing slightly into her entrance provoked her to gush.

"Robert!" she called out again. For all the ministrations he gave, he constantly forewent a certain spot. Cora needed him there.

"Please! Kiss me there or… or I have to help myself!" she panted. She let her hand drop onto her stomach and slowly slid it down.

Robert growled. He covered her hand on her abdomen with his large palm and then he placed his lips lightly on her bundle of nerves. Cora shuddered from the touch. His tongue slowly circling her sensitive nub induced her rapid breathing even more.

She cried out. Robert was only giving her the most ginger attention on her clitoris, but Cora was already sensitive and stimulated enough for his touch to evoke the right pleasure.

"Yesss!"

She felt the muscles in her abdomen tighten, Robert's hand covering hers somehow giving her a great rush of arousal.

Robert slowly pumped his finger in and out of her, and Cora's legs shook stronger and stronger as his tongue stroked her folds with occasional stimulations of her clit.

Cora's thighs locked his head firmly to her core. Her arousal built up at an increasing pace, and words and sounds of encouragement fell ceaselessly from her lips. Her ability to think diminished with every second. Her free hand found its way into Robert's hair, and he didn't scold her but only doubled his ministrations, alternating quick and slow licks and sucks on her sex.

"Gosh, I'm close!" Cora panted. She gripped his fingers that were covering her hand on her abdomen and squeezed them strongly. Crashing his head to her sex with her other hand, she ground herself against his face and lost control when her saturated arousal snapped and left her as a shaking mess under his spell.

Gently kissing her through her orgasm, Robert gave her some last soft laps to her folds before he emerged from between her legs and caught his breath. Both of them heavily breathing, Robert crawled up on the mattress to lay next to his wife. He gave her a soft kiss, drenched in her essence, and she weakly responded to his peck.

She touched his biceps and stroked it lovingly before beckoning him down for another kiss. Once her tongue left his mouth again, Robert had to ask the question burning in his mind.

"Did I do it?" he asked.

"Hmm?" She looked at him with a questioning expression.

"Did I give you surprising pleasure? As good as yesterday?" he asked in earnest.

Cora snickered lazily. She ran her knuckles over his stubbly cheek and nodded. "Yes. Yes, you did."

"Really?" he grinned happily. "Good." He settled down beside her. "I'm glad."

His arm slung around her waist as he pulled her body close and nuzzled his face in her neck.

"You're a man of many talents," Cora hummed into the heady air above them.

"Only you could know."

"If you're ever in a need of a good reference, I can give you one, and everyone will know of your many skills. Not concerned for your own survival you risk suffocating to give the best care to others."

"I would only risk suffocation for you," Robert grumbled into her hair.

Cora scratched her fingernails over his scalp and gave a light laugh.

"And please never give me such a reference. Mama would do die from a heart attack if she ever heard of it."

Cora laughed louder. "Alright. I would be worried if you never needed it."

They lay in silence for a while. Cora played with his hair, and Robert ran his fingertips over her stomach as his face was still buried in her loose braid.

"Cora?" he asked after a moment.

"Yes?"

"Are you tired already?"

She grinned to herself. "Why do you ask?"

"Oh, well… Only I don't think I can sleep already…"

"Let's see what we can do about that."