“…That we’re finally here,” I said. “I tried so hard not to care.”
He brought my hand to his chest, pressing it over his heart. “That’s my fault. But I can start making it up to you right now.” Then his hand left mine, snaking down my body, leaving quivers in its wake. My breath hitched when his fingers first grazed me right where it counts.
Hartley took his time, tempting me with his touch, all the while his kisses drove me wild. I closed my eyes and sank into all the sensation. I had never felt more lucky than at that moment. In spite of all that had gone wrong over the past year, nothing was over for me. Everything was just beginning.
“Look at me,” Hartley begged, hovering above.
I opened my eyes to find his brown ones shining down on me.
“I love you, Corinne,” he said. And then I felt pressure between my legs, and then a sharp pinch.
“Oh,” I sighed, surprised by the unfamiliar sensation of fullness.
“Am I hurting you?” he asked, his lips pursed.
I rubbed my hands along his trim hips. “I can feel you. But I want to feel you. Just go slow.”
His eyes fell sweetly closed, and his face became serene. Very gently he pulled his body back, and I sighed at the loss of him. But then he crept forward again, and the beautiful feeling of fullness returned. He kissed me as he withdrew again. He moved so slowly that I began to fear he wouldn’t be back. But there he was again, pressing on, making me gasp with want.
Hartley lowered himself over me, his lips near my ear. “You don’t know how happy you make me,” he whispered. Then he began to move in a gentle rhythm, his kisses and his body syncing together. When he gave a twist of his hips, I heard myself moan.
There was no more pain, just a delicious tightening of all my senses. The taste of Hartley’s mouth and the heat of his skin were everything to me. I buried my fingers in his thick hair. But it was the sounds he made which really moved me. It began as a hum of pleasure, buzzing in my ear. Then he inhaled very deeply, followed by a groan. As we moved together, his breathing changed, becoming shallow and short.
Everything about it was beautiful.
— Hartley
Must. Slow. Down.
Making love to the best girl in the whole world was heady stuff. I’d been lying to myself for a long time about how much I wanted this, and finally letting go of all that tension go really did a number on my self-control. I was a live wire. I was a kite in a thunderstorm. I was a seismograph, the needle quivering in anticipation of the earthquake.
I was probably going to disgrace myself.
Wrapping both arms around Corey, I rolled us over, flopping my head back onto the pillow. “Time out,” I panted. “I’m getting carried away.”
She lay on my chest, cheeks flushed, pink lips swollen from my kisses. “That’s okay,” she breathed. Her hands swept over my pecs, her fingernails scraping my nipples. Fuuuck. She was going to kill me.
I caught both her hands in mine, and tried not to look at her boobs, which were very close to my face. “But this…this is okay, too.” Smiling up at her, I tugged her arms down, until her elbows were on either side of me. Then I took her hips in my hands and rocked her against me.
That’s when her eyes went a little wide. This was all new to her, and I’d never want to scare her. But that’s the thing about Corey — she’d speak up if it wasn’t right. Even now, the look on her face — one part wonder, one part bravery, with a dash of oh my God — it cut me in half. Corey was one hundred percent genuine all the time — there was no artifice, no faking. And when I was with her, I could be just the same. There was no need to hide from her. She wanted all of me, no matter what.
And now I could finally give it to her.
Biting her lip, she began to move, cautiously at first. But after a moment, her body took over, knowing just what it wanted. I watched her face as she found what she was looking for. Her eyes fell closed, and she made that sound again — a sigh so deep and fine that I felt it in my toes. Then she followed it up with a breathy little moan.
Holy hell.
“I like the sound of that,” I bit out. And then things began to happen very fast. I knifed upward, claiming her mouth. Her lips pursed with erotic distraction as my hands guided her legs, deepening her motion against me. My vision darkened, and I felt my body pause, like the still air before a storm. Then I growled, and the sound shot through both of us. Corey began to gasp as I jacked my hips up off the bed. Sensation crashed over me, and I lost myself in it. My own release and the happy sounds she made were the only things I knew.
— Corey
We lay beside one another, breathing hard. Hartley’s strong thighs were tangled in mine. He stroked my breast, his lips brushing my brow.