Slowly, he kisses down my stomach, his tongue dipping into my navel before he blows a stream of air across my sensitive core.
“Oh God,” I repeat, my hips lifting from the bed in need.
His tattooed fingers wrap around my thighs to hold me in place, and I can’t take my eyes away from him.
He’s so gentle with me as he parts my lips that it brings tears to my eyes. I watch as he stares at me for a beat, before the soft and gentle man between my legs vanishes and the one I’m much more used to appears.
He dives forward, his lips capturing my clit, and I scream as he sucks and flicks my little bundle of nerves with his tongue.
My hands thread into his hair and tug in an attempt to get him even closer.
“Fuck, Corey. I need you.” And I do, I need him so fucking badly. I need his hands on me, burning into my skin. I want his lips on mine. I need him stretching me open so that the only thing I can think about is him and what he does to me. “More,” I cry. “More.”
At my demand, he slides two fingers inside me. The sensation engulfs me, and it gives me exactly what I need. Everything in my head fades away, and the only thing I can think about is this very moment as he plays my body toward the ultimate pleasure.
He never lets up. His tongue licks, his teeth nip, and his fingers find that mind-spinning place inside me until my arms give up and I fall back on the bed, unable to continue watching what he’s doing.
“Come,” he rumbles against me as he ups the ante.
My body is a trembling mess by the time he pushes me off that ledge. And fuck, do I fucking fly.
My chest is heaving, my body covered in a sheen of sweat when he crawls back up my body.
He doesn’t miss a beat. The second he’s hovering over me, his hand slides over my collar bone and wraps possessively around my throat. Our eyes connect for the briefest moment before he captures my lips in a bruising kiss. Tasting myself on his tongue only spurs me on.
My legs wrap around his waist and I shift myself until his cock is right where I want it.
His kiss doesn’t falter as his hand begins trailing around my body, driving me crazy with need.
“Corey, please.” I thrust my hips up, trying to gain some friction.
“Condom,” he groans in my ear, reminding me that we weren’t so careful last night.
“It’s okay, we’re safe right now.”
“Vixen.” His need and torment over doing the right thing are clear in his voice.
“I’m due in—”
Clearly unable to wait any longer and deciding that he trusts me, he surges forward and fills me in one move. My back arches, my pussy contracting around him as I adjust to the sudden invasion.
“Jesus, Harlow.” It’s only then that I realize he’s stopped moving.
“Corey, are you—”
I don’t get to ask before he moves once more. His tongue sweeps into my mouth and his cock thrusts deeper inside me. His hand lands on my hip with a bruising grip, but the bite of pain only adds to the pleasure and I lose myself even deeper to this incredible man.
His kisses, bites, and sucks at every bit of skin he can find as the rhythm of his hips gets faster and faster until we’re both forced to pull our lips away in favor of breathing as we race toward our climaxes.
“Oh God, Corey.”
“Come, Harlow. Let me feel you… fuuuuuck.” He doesn’t even get the demand out and I detonate, my pussy pulling him in even deeper until he stills, groans, and releases everything he has inside me. His muscles pull tight, his ink flexing and stretching over the top in the most delicious way as he loses control.
Falling down on top of me, I wrap my arms around him and hold as tight as I can. I’ve used sex a lot to forget, to drown out the pain in my heart and the endless images in my head, but never has it been quite like that.
Bailey was right. Corey isn’t like those of my past. He’s so, so much more.
He wasn’t chasing the thrill of the high. He wasn’t just desperate for some action. That was about me. About helping me to forget, to push away my demons.
Finding his rough chin, I encourage his face from the crook of my neck. It takes him a few seconds to move, but when he does and our eyes connect, something in his makes my breath catch.
The blue is dark from pleasure, but there’s more to it than that, and as much as it might scare me, excitement tingles beneath my skin about what it is we might have found here... two lost souls desperate for something to cling on to as their lives spin out of control around them.
“Corey, I—”
He shakes his head, cutting off my words. “No. No more talking.”
I nod, unable to agree verbally.
His lips find mine and we make out in his bed for hours. There’s no more, just his incredible kiss and burning touch until we both pass out, wrapped in each other’s arms.
We’re finally awoken when my alarm starts blaring from wherever I abandoned my cell phone last night.
“No,” Corey groans, pulling me back tighter into his body.
As my cell falls silent, the temptation to close my eyes once more and drift back off is strong, but I know I can’t. Not only will it start up again momentarily, but I’ve got to go to work.
Why did I get a job again?
Spinning in his arms, I lay my palm to his rough cheek. His eyes remain shut, but his lips twitch with a smile.
“You stay there. Go back to sleep.”
“I don’t think so, Vixen.”
He rolls onto his back, pulling me with him so I have
