Memories of her face in pleasure hit my brain—her soft face, her parted lips, her rosy cheeks. And those noises she makes as she approaches climax? Almost as stunning as her tits. They’re perfectly proportional with the right size nipples in an erotically dusky hue. They’re sensitive, too. She loved having them sucked. Yeah, maybe that was new for her. But she responded.
Then she asked for more, demanding I kiss her. She wrapped her arms around me, flattening herself against my body. I wish like fuck I could have lost my shirt, pressed my skin to hers, and drowned in her heat, in her scent.
My imagination takes over, spinning a vision of her pulling me down for a kiss and spreading her legs, her hips lifting to me in entreaty. We don’t have to speak because I know her body and she’s as hungry for me as I am for her. In my fantasy, she rolls me to my back, perches herself above me, and kisses her way down my body, beginning with my mouth before slowly, slowly trailing her lips across my chest, then nipping her way to my stomach, my hips, my thighs.
Fuck, I’m already desperate for her.
Then she cradles my balls in one hand and sends me a teasing smile. “I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”
I could almost swear I hear her voice in my head as I grip her panties tighter and speed up my stroke. My chest tightens. My heart gallops. My skin burns.
“Suck me, princess.” That voice is mine, but it’s a foreign, strained rasp I barely recognize.
Thankfully, dream Corinne is happy to comply, planting on her knees beside me and leaning in, her eyes filled with the promise of pleasure that will rip me up and leave me ruined for anyone but her. And instead of running the fuck away from this possessive need, I can’t wait.
“Now,” I demand in a hoarse whisper.
After another sly smile, she complies. I jolt. Her scent fills my nose, torquing up my desire, as I shorten and speed up my strokes again.
In my head, she’s sucking me with swift, strong pulls. My legs threaten to collapse underneath me. I lean into the basin, the counter cutting into my hip, and I don’t care. Heat blisters me. Dizziness overwhelms me. Pleasure twists me.
This orgasm is going to destroy me.
“You like that,” she whispers in my head as she licks her way up my cock.
“Yes,” I growl out. “Fuck, yes.”
She giggles. “All day I thought about driving you insane.”
Fantasy Corinne needs to stop teasing me and start sucking me again before I die. Mentally, I fist her hair and push her mouth down on me, the jerky movements, centering on my crest, taking my desire up dangerously fast.
“Goddamn it.” I eke out the curse.
“Come for me,” she insists in my head just before she engulfs me in that destructive mouth.
It’s over. I’m done for. She’s going to kill me and I love it.
I suck in another breath, ripe with the scent of her pussy. It’s lingering in my nose, along with the smell of her skin, whetting my appetite. I need to get my mouth on her cunt, memorize her with my tongue—and I will. But right now, Corinne has all the power and I’m going down hard.
“Fuck!” My hand moves faster, my thumb hitting the sweet spot just under my crest. I pretend that’s her tongue, that she knows my body so well, she knows exactly how to send me over the edge…
Suddenly, a rough, guttural cry erupts from my throat. I clench my teeth to keep it in, but it’s no use. The sharp, staggering burst of ecstasy has me shouting into her panties and shuddering as I empty myself into the bathroom sink.
The second I’m done and I catch my breath, I open my eyes and stare back at my reflection in the mirror. Even in the mostly dark room, I’m obviously panting, ruddy, and flattened. I feel fucking ridiculous. The normal me would have worked around my promise to give her a couple of days and simply seduced her. I would have rationalized that she’s in my house, sleeping in my bed, and she wants a favor from me. Normally, that more than adds up to a hot fuck.
With Corinne…everything feels different. I never want her to regret me.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” the old me asks. “Stop masturbating and man up.”
But the usual tapes aren’t working. Maybe…she’s right. I use what happened with Hadley to keep every woman at arm’s length. It’s been my excuse for taking what I could from them and deleting phone numbers the next morning.
Is that making you happy?
Last week, I would have said yes. Now…
“Goddamn it.” I clean my self-inflicted mess, rake a hand through my hair, then let myself out of the bathroom. After shoving Corinne’s underwear in my desk drawer, I toss myself in my chair and heave a sigh.