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Coriolanus lay contently in the bed, his naked front pressed against Lucy Gray’s naked backside beneath the covers. He breathed in and out deeply as his eyes flickered open, and he peppered kisses into her hair.
This girl. The most gorgeous girl he’d ever seen, ever heard, she loved him. And he loved her.
He couldn’t remember ever feeling this happy, this light and free, like anything was possible. Like his family wasn’t bound to poverty. Like he wasn’t dependent on getting the plinth prize to maintain his status in life and not be sent away.
With Lucy Gray by his side, in his arms, he was positively glowing.
He was also hard.
The curve of her ass on his length made him so, as did the underside of her breasts resting on top of his arm wrapped around her. She was perfect. Perfect for him. Perfect for the Snow name, though he’d have to work to get his Grandma’am to see her that way.
He’d worry about that later.
Lucy Gray was waking up and turning in his arms, her breasts in plain view now, and her smiling face looking into his shining blue eyes.
“I love you,” spilled out of his mouth before he could stop it.
He didn’t mind. He planned on saying it any chance he got from here on out.
Lucy Gray giggled and kicked her feet beneath the covers.
“I think a certain part of you loves me more than the rest.”
She drew a line down his chest, stopping mid-torso and looked up with a seductive stare.
“We should take a shower before we get ready to go,” he said, taking her hand in his own and kissing her fingertips.
“Is that all we should be doing?”
He smirked, and his cock twitched against her thigh.
Lucy Gray’s arms slithered around his neck like a snake, gathering him to her body like a moth to the flame, and he came alive in her embrace, kissing her deeply and moaning into the kiss when she slipped her tongue into his open mouth.
“Lucy Gray,” he whispered lustfully between parted lips.
But she wouldn’t let him get away with his pretty blues staring into her doe-eyed gaze, interrupting their momentum. She captured his lips a second time and dragged him over her body where she lay back-to-mattress on the bed, and she smiled into the kiss when she felt his knee parting her legs beneath the blanket.
“You’ve got me right where you want me, Lucy Gray,” he said, lifting his head to nuzzle her nose and kiss the corner of her lips.
“Oh, I know.”
She kissed him again and again, their kisses becoming feverish in their pace and intensity. It seemed nearly a miracle when Coriolanus broke away to press soft, savoring kisses down the length of her body as he moved downward to her core.
Lucy Gray felt the moment he arrived there, her legs being pushed wider apart and his nose dipping between her lower lips so his tongue could find that most exquisite part of her, that little nub that was the center of all her nerve endings in her entire body. And when his tongue incessantly swirled around it, and his hands gripped her thighs, Lucy Gray’s lips parted and the most heavenly sound erupted from beyond them, sending Coriolanus into a tailspin and making him more determined than ever for her to lose her mind.
“Cor- Corio-” she tried and failed to complete his full name.
He chuckled into her core, and her toes curled, causing the rest of her body to lift up, and then her hands were forcing his head further into her over the covers, and his hands were gliding up her torso to squeeze her breasts, and all his good intentions to end up in the shower went right out the window.
At least for now.
Lucy Gray didn’t last much longer, but when he felt the first stirrings of her orgasm, he didn’t let us with his tongue like he’d been planning too. Instead, he continued to swirl incessantly around the sensitive nub until the ripples subsided, and she was squealing and squirming around him, begging him to stop as her eyes rolled back from the over-sensitization.
Finally, he felt the covers lift up over his head and her forcing his head up, so those lustful blues were staring into her pretty doe eyes, and he climbed up and over her, his erection still heavy and hard against her body, but he was in no rush. Seeing her flushed and happy, if albeit overwhelmed, had him in no rush.
“Fuck, Coryo,” she practically glared at him, and he was so pleased with himself he didn’t point out how she’d given him the little nickname only a select group called him. He liked that maybe she was a part of that group now. And rightly so. She was his wife.
“Where did you learn to do that?” she demanded. “I thought you were practically a virgin.”
He smirked.
“I haven’t been a virgin for a little while now. Not since I met you,” he added when she raised an eyebrow.
“You know what I mean,” she continued. “You were unsure of yourself when we first had sex. Just now you were not. Have you…done this before?”
And she looked so insecure in that moment, he immediately wanted to reassure her. Not that she had a leg to stand on, since he still didn’t think it was fair she’d been intimate with someone else when it had only ever been her for him, but even so, he didn’t for one minute want her confused about his sexual history.
“There’s a guy in my class at the Academy. Festus. I overheard him talking once, gloating really about how he’d been able to please this girl he had a one-night stand with. At the time, I’ll admit I thought the process sounded gross.”
Lucy Gray smacked him, and he blushed fiercely.
“I was naïve. But even still, I memorized his words, and thought I’d try it out just now. I guess I’m a natural.”
“I’ll say.”
She was practically glowing, and it made him grin unabashedly.
“Billy Taupe never did anything like that with me.”
Coriolanus’s eyes lit up, pleased to hear that.
“Don’t look so smug.” She pushed at him, but she was smiling too. “I think he thought it was gross too. And yet he expected me to go down on him.”
Coriolanus’s eyes darkened, his mind immediately going to Lucy Gray giving her ex a blow job when he’d refused to pleasure her. He hated the image and wished he’d never thought of it.
Lucy Gray brought his attention back to her by laying her hand gently on his chest.
“Don’t even let your mind go there. I didn’t give him the pleasure. I do have some self-respect after all.”
His eyes glittered before her, and she felt him relax.
“So when I do it with you…”
His eyes widened.
“You’ll have to be patient with me. Since you will definitely be my first. And my throat is pretty tiny compared to uhm….to you.”
He cuddled her close.
“You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do, Lucy Gray.”
“Oh, I definitely want to,” she said, trailing her fingers up from his chest to his lips and slipping one into his mouth for him to suck. Her lower regions fluttered just at the feel of his mouth around her like that. “It’ll just take some practice.”
He gulped, having the feeling she wanted to practice sooner rather than later, and he didn’t know if he’d be able to stand if she tried it now, so he decided to change the subject.
“Should we shower now?” he asked.
She smiled, amused, but then her smile fell.
“Truthfully, I don’t know if my legs are strong enough to make it to the bathroom. They feel like jelly still.”
He grinned again.
“I can carry you.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmhmm. I’m sure you’re light as a feather.”
“Ha! I may not be as light as you think, Mr. Snow.”
He pulled back the covers and stood to his feet, his erection pointing right at her.
“Light enough, come on.”
She smirked, amused that he was ignoring the elephant in the room.
She scooted to the edge of the bed, then held up her arms to him. He smiled and scooped her up.
She was a touch heavier than he’d imagined she’d be, but with one quick adjustment in his arms, he knew he could manage carrying her into the bathroom at the very least. There she’d be able to lean against the sink until he’d gotten the hot water ready, and then he could help her inside. She’d like that.
The hot water wouldn’t last long, them being poor and what not. He’d get a lecture from grandma’am too about using it up when it could’ve been used for dishes by poor Tigris. But right now, he didn’t care. Lucy Gray might not have experienced a hot shower in her life. She deserved one, even if it was just for a few minutes. Then he could keep her warm under lukewarm water, and she’d thank him for it.
Lucy Gray clung to him as he walked down the short hallway to the little bathroom. When he set her down, she hissed at the feel of the cold floor beneath her feet, so he spun around and got straight to turning on the water in the shower.
“Hot water in just a few minutes,” he assured her, then paused. “Though I’m afraid it will only last five minutes tops. Sorry about that. It turns lukewarm shortly after.”
“I’ve lived off cold showers my whole life, Coriolanus. A few minutes under hot water will be a treat.”
They both forced smiles as he got back to work, and then he extended his hand to her, and she grabbed it, ducking past the open door to the hot water that awaited her.
It felt absolutely heavenly, even more so when the shower door was closed, and she could feel the steam wrapping all around her like a glove.
“Oh, my god, Coryo. This feels so nice.”
She moved to stand all the way underneath the water and gathered her arms in front of her chest to soak up as much of the delicious wet heat as she could.
But all he could think about was how she’d used that nickname of his again. Also, how the water looked running down her naked body. He was harder than ever, and he knew going forward, whenever anyone used his nickname, he would think about this moment.
“Lucy Gray.”
His voice was raspy and sounded strangled. His eyes dilated when she turned to look at him over her shoulder, and even more so when she smiled seductively.
“Come here, Handsome.”
They kissed under the hot spray, and he was lost. Gathering her into his arms, he kissed her deeply, his lips traveling down to her collarbone, where he nipped gently. As his hands continued to wander, he felt her raise her arms around her neck, pressing her full body against his, and then without thinking he lifted her up, turned and pressed her to the wall of the shower, just as the heat started to disintegrate from the heavenly water.
Lucy Gray wrapped her legs around him, and he gathered his length into one hand to position into her core, right where his mouth had been earlier. He pushed inside her, then lifted her ass up to get the angle just right, and they moaned at the feel of him so deep, to the hilt, in her body.
“Coryo.”
Her fingers tangled in his wet locks, and she kissed her way down the side of his face.
He groaned, moving in and out of her.
“I love when you call me that,” he confided. “Like I’m your dirty little secret.”
“But you don’t want to be my secret, do you?” she teased, lifting her body up with each stroke he pushed inside her. “You want everyone to know I belong to you, and you to me.”
He did. Especially Billy Taupe.
But since he couldn’t fuck her in front of the man, he’d take Lucy Gray’s dirty acknowledgement here, where they could be open and alone and honest with each other about what they truly desired.
“Yes,” he hissed, bringing his mouth back to hers.
And they kissed and fucked and came alive until Coriolanus was moaning through his orgasm still inside her, his forehead pinned to hers as she came undone a second time.
Then he set her down and kissed her face all over. He turned off the now lukewarm water and grabbed a couple towels from the cupboard in the bathroom within reach. Then he gathered her in his arms, lifted her up a second time, and carried her back into the bedroom so they could get dressed.
They had just enough time before they had to head over to the Academy Auditorium for Billy Taupe’s interview. The stands would be filled, if Coriolanus timed it right, and they could slip in the back unnoticed amongst the Capitol’s elite.
The crowd would no doubt be disappointed that Lucy Gray had been replaced. They’d been quite taken with her, and a lot of donations had streamed in from her singing some nights before. But to soothe Lucy Gray’s conscience, hopefully Billy Taupe’s accordion playing would bring in donations too.
Disgust wrapped around Coriolanus at the thought of Billy Taupe’s performance gathering him more donations than Lucy Gray’s had, even if it would reflect well on him and get him that much closer to the Plinth Prize, but he tried not to let it show around Lucy Gray.
Tonight was important to her, and so it would be to him too.
He helped her into the pretty dress Tigris had selected after he’d dressed, and then took her hand in his.
“Ready?”
She nodded, bracing herself for seeing her ex again and being seen with Coriolanus as something other than his tribute.
“As I’ll ever be.”