Page 92 of Corrupt Me

She cuddles into me, and just seconds later, she’s snoring lightly. There goes my plan to have my way with her. But this is just as good—this skin contact, this intimacy.

I’ve never slept with anyone before Bailey, and I don’t want to go back to sleeping alone. But I also can’t have a repeat of the first time we were in bed together. It must have been the fucking nerves that triggered my nightmare. As long as I don’t slip, we should be fine.

Closing my eyes, I inhale her scent and caress down her back. I must have also drifted off because I’m suddenly waking up to sweet pecks on my face. I peek one eye open. Bailey is straddling my waist, bent over me.

“I’m sorry my kisses woke you.”

Gripping her waist, I give her a squeeze. “Never apologize, love. Not for that.”

I need you just as much, if not more. The dam of my emotions cracks wider, and it will soon overflow.

I scoot up and cup her cheek. Kissing her, I suck on her full bottom lip, plunging my tongue into her addictive taste. She grinds on my lap, making me even harder than I am.

“My kitten wants to be fucked?”

“Please.”

How could I ever refuse her? My finger swipes over her pussy before I push it inside of her. She’s drenched, and that’s all I need to lift her by her waist and lower her down onto me. I drive into her, and she lets out a shuddery moan. She bites into her lower lip as we rotate our hips; our moans and groans combine, creating a carnal symphony. With my hands splayed across her back, I hold her to me as I suck on her rosy, pebbled nipples. I feast on them until her breath hitches, and she comes apart on my cock.

It could be long minutes or even hours as I lose myself in her, trying to satiate a need that I doubt will ever be quenched.

Thrusting one more time, I stay buried until her pussy sucks in all my cum. She drops onto my chest, spent, sighing contentedly and caressing down my side.

I place a kiss on top of her head. “You’ve bewitched me.”

We stay entangled for a bit longer and then move to the bathroom, where I turn on the water and pour some bath oils into the tub.

Stretching out my hand, I help her in and get behind her.

“I never thought we’d be like this…” What she doesn’t say rings louder. She doesn’t want to go back to our push-pull tango, either.

“Me either, but I like it.”

The tense silence stretches between us. She looks at me for a long moment, then sighs, fidgeting with her fingers. I know I won’t like what she says next.

“You haven’t had any nightmares…”

“No.” My voice is firm, my answer clipped.

She trails some patterns on my arm. “I have to respect your secrecy about that, even though I don’t like it.”

“I don’t want to talk about that. Not now, not ever.”

“But why?”

“Bailey.”

“Fine. Ugh.”

When my kitten shows her little claws, looking all pouty and feisty, it does things to me I can’t explain or comprehend.

I caress down the valley of her breasts. “I don’t want to taint that innocence of yours.”

“You’ve tarnished it anyway.”

“This is different.”

Another heavy silence follows while I continue brushing my fingers over every inch of her I can touch, anchoring myself in the present with her, far away from my past and Alice.

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