Page 25 of Catch You

“Oh fuck, that’s good.”

“Yeah?” he mumbles, smiling around my peak.

“Yeah. Ooooh,” I groan as he begins licking around my breasts and nipping at the sensitive skin while pinching my other nipple almost painfully hard.

Everything he’s doing feels incredible, but it’s not enough. My hips grind, and he groans as I rub against him.

“Harlow, fuck.” Every time he speaks, his voice is deeper, rougher, more desperate, and it only helps to feed my desire.

I moan in frustration as his hands leave my heavy breasts in favor of my ass, but the second I’m pulled from the wall, I know it’s going to be worth it.

He walks us directly to the bed and drops me onto it. I bounce a couple of times, and he watches in fascination before reaching out and pulling my panties down my legs. I lie before him, totally bare, but my lust and the remaining alcohol in my system stop me feeling exposed. I’m too desperate for what comes next to care that he’s the first man to stare at my naked body for longer than I’m willing to admit.

His eyes pause for a second on my breasts before he makes his way down over my stomach, hips, and all the way to my knees.

I’m enjoying the tingles his stare brings, but his eyes on me alone aren’t enough. As he slowly starts to make his way back up, I lift my feet to the bed and spread my legs.

“Fuuuuck,” he groans, his eyes flying to my core.

He drops to his knees, throws my legs over his shoulders, and drags me to the edge of the bed.

“I need you on my fucking tongue. Right now.”

He’s barely finished the words before his fingers open me up and his tongue licks up the length of my pussy.

“Oh shit.” My hands fist the sheets beneath me, and I fight the need to buck away from his mouth. I’m so sensitive that his leisurely strokes verge on being too much to handle.

He must sense it because he keeps his movements slow and measured for the longest time, driving me higher and higher toward the mind-numbing bliss I’m desperate for.

My hands release the sheets in favor of his hair. I pull, probably painfully, but now I can almost taste what’s coming for me, I need everything he’s got.

One of his fingers teases my entrance and I moan his name, shamelessly pleading for more.

“Corey, fuck. Please.”

At my encouragement, his fingers dive inside me. My walls ripple around the invasion. It’s uncomfortable for a beat, but the second he bends them and finds that one special spot, I forget everything, even my own goddamn name as I fly towards ecstasy.

“Oh God. Oh God,” I chant before a loud cry falls from my lips as I freefall over the edge.

I thrash on the bed, but at no point do I release his hair and allow him to pull away from me.

When I’ve finally come back to Earth, he strokes me a few more times, enticing a series of aftershocks to rock my body.

“Fuck,” he mutters when he eventually emerges, his mouth glistening with my arousal.

My chest heaves as I fight to get it under control, but watching him push his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers and drop them to the floor doesn’t help one bit.

His hard length springs free, and I’m powerless but to lick my lips as I stare at it.

When I eventually rip my eyes away and back up to his face, I find a sexy smirk gracing his lips. He knows he looks good, and he knows I very much like what I see, but I don’t find the level of arrogance I’ve experienced in the past, and that fills me with joy. I can only hope that’s a good thing.

After collecting a condom from his pocket and dropping it to the bed beside me, he crawls between my legs, and, with his hands on my waist, he pushes me up the bed so he can settle.

“Just one?” I tease.

“For now.”

I don’t get to respond, because he leans over me and takes my lips. I can taste myself on his tongue, and it only makes me slicker for him.

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