With Strings Attached (34 page)

He let go of her hair with the other hand, slid it down her back and held her as he bent her over his arm and lowered his mouth to a nipple. He closed his lips over the tip, in a soft kiss, a little sucking kiss, then drew her deeper into his mouth, fitting her nipple to his tongue, so perfect. He suckled there, her fingers digging into his shoulders, while she gasped and panted and cried out his name over and over.

“Love hearing my name on your lips,” he whispered, lifting his head to move to the other breast. Her hands slid into his hair to hold his head there and he tasted and nibbled and sucked for long moments, heat building, her body quivering against him.

“Matt, oh, Matt, God! So good, it’s so good.”

“Love doing this.” He kissed the very tip of her breast, then the other, then straightened, pulling her up with him. “Love your breasts, Cor, so pretty.”

“Oh my God. I love it too.”

He slid the hand on her back lower, over the curve of her ass, down her silky thigh, and lifted her leg up to his hip. His cock, throbbing and rigid, slid between her legs, into damp heat, and he rubbed himself there, back and forth, not inside her, not yet, just loving the feel of her soft folds against his engorged flesh.

“Oh yeah, honey.” He kissed her mouth again, unable to get enough of her. Sex with Corey had always been hot, always sizzling, burning hot, but this…was indescribable, flames burning over his skin, heat sliding through his veins, an inferno building up inside him that wasn’t just lust…it was love.

“Matt.” She gasped against his mouth, her body moving against him, over his cock, stroking. Sensation built at the base of his spine. “Matt, I need you…inside me.”

“Mmm.” He smiled down at her, a lazy, languorous smile. “Let’s lay down on the bed.”

“G-good idea.”

He lowered her leg to the floor and she moved backward, toward the bed, their gazes joined in a scorching connection. He moved with her and they fell onto the mattress and immediately came together, mouth fused, legs twined, arms wrapped around each other. He rolled her to her back, pressed her into the mattress and kissed her, long and wet and deep, and then he let her push him to his back, let her move over him, straddling his hips, breasts brushing his chest, hair tickling his face and they kissed some more.

Heat spiraled inside him as her small tongue slid into his mouth and he groaned and reached for her hips. His body wanted to be inside her but his mind wanted this to go on forever, long lush kisses, languid sensation, melting into each other, moving against each other.

“I like being on top of you,” she whispered, and their mouths smiled against each other.

“I like it too.” He lifted her hips, shifting her body upward so her breasts were at his face, perfect and full, and once again he tasted them until her arms were shaking. She shifted back, dropping her face to his chest. She rubbed her cheek against the hair there, playfully flicked her tongue over his nipple, sending a quick spear of pleasure straight to his groin. She nuzzled and licked her way down his torso, trailing her silky hair over his skin, anticipation tightening every nerve ending in his body, his dick twitching hopefully. And then yes, sweet Jesus, she surrounded his dick with wet heat, fucking incredible, her tongue flickering over him, her lips tight around him, her mouth sucking him all the way to heaven.

“Fuuuuck,” he groaned, reaching for her hair again, holding it back so he could see her, her eyes closed, her lashes like fans on her cheeks, her mouth stretched wide against him. Pleasure poured through him like rich dark chocolate, melted and hot. “Fuck, Corey. Your mouth…oh yeah, like that, suck me…just…like…that.” His head fell back to the pillow, his eyes closed and he gave himself up to sensation, centered at his groin but spreading, radiating out down his arms and legs, right to the top of his head.

“You taste so good,” she whispered and gave a little lick to the head. He jerked. “So good.”

“Ah, man.”

He let her continue, wanted it to go on forever, but it wasn’t going to last forever, because he wasn’t going to last, pressure building inside him in tight, hot coils. He lifted her off him and hauled her up over his chest and they kissed again, long drugging kisses.

He rolled her to her back and looked down at her beautiful face, hair spread around her on the white pillow.

“I thought you liked me on top,” she said, her mouth curving in that sexy way.

“I like you any way I can have you.” He grinned and nipped her jaw. “But I want to fuck you. I want to come inside you.” He met her eyes. “I don’t want to use a condom this time. Is that okay?”

She gazed back at him, big green eyes all liquid and shiny, and nodded. “Yes,” she whispered. “You know the only other person I’ve been with…we talked. And he used a condom.”

He nodded. He didn’t want to talk about Dylan at that moment, though they were going to have to at some point.

Once again, he didn’t want this over too quickly. He planned to spend the rest of his life making love to her, but even so, this was too special, too perfect to go too fast, so he moved down the bed, kneeling between her legs, until his face was level with her pussy.

“Oh,” she breathed. “Matt… I want…”

“Easy, sweetheart. We’ll get there. I want to taste this pretty pussy.” He lifted her legs into the air and, with one hand on her tummy, the other on her thigh, he kissed her there, so gently, pursed-lip kisses up one side and down the other. He inhaled her sweet feminine scent, delicate and so sexy, then extended his tongue to lick, letting his tongue dip into her folds, tasting the sweet cream that had gathered there. “Oh, God, Corey, so good. You taste so good. I could do this forever.”

“Mmm.” She spread her knees wider for him, and his hand moved on her tummy in small circles as he licked and kissed and then sucked soft flesh into his mouth. With his other hand he gently parted her folds and plunged his tongue deeper, making her gasp, and then he dragged his tongue all the way up to her clit, swollen and quivering. Her body twitched hard and her breath came in sharp little pants as he licked over the bud, gently, around it, over it. Her body began to vibrate and she made soft little mewling noises and then he covered her clit with his lips and sucked.

She cried out, hips lifting off the bed.

He sucked on her until she relaxed, then licked again where she was so wet and creamy and sweet. He lifted his head and studied her face, flushed cheeks, eyes closed. He moved to one side, kneeling beside her, and kissed her mouth, his hand still covering her pulsing pussy, holding her there as he took her mouth and she kissed him back.

“Oh, God,” she moaned. “Oh my God.”

“Just wanted to make sure you were ready,” he whispered.

“Oh I’m ready. I’m beyond ready.”

Chapter Twenty-Three

“I love how you turn me on,” she whispered to him as he moved over her, kneeling between her legs, but this time closer. “I need you inside me.” She lifted her knees for him and watched him, his body a strongly muscled shadow against the faint light coming in her bedroom door. Her gaze travelled over his broad chest, tapering down to a narrow waist, his abs defined, his thighs big with his knees spread wide on the bed. A nest of dark curls surrounded his cock, so beautiful, long and thick, heavily veined, a gleaming ridge defining the head.

She loved tasting him there, loved the feel of him in her mouth, soft skin over hard steel, loved the weight of him on her tongue. She reached for him now, wanting to touch him again, to feel that male arousal and he watched with heavy-lidded eyes as she stroked him, then let her fingers slip beneath to cup his balls, so full and heavy.

“Aw, Corey,” he whispered, his jaw tight.

She smiled. “Fuck me,” she whispered. “Please, Matt. You know I love the foreplay. And you’re so, so good at it. But now…do it.”

His eyes flared with heat at her words, and he took his cock in his hand and slid the head up and down through her pussy where she was wet and achy. Oh yes, this was what she needed, him inside her, joined together in the most intimate perfect way they could be. Her body lifted toward him and then he slid into her, easing in bit by bit, his girth stretching her wide, filling her with the most consuming, satisfying bliss.

A groan tore from her throat and she watched him, watched his face tense as he pushed in farther, took in the sheen of perspiration building on his chest and rippled abs. So beautiful, she could look at him forever. She wanted this to last forever.

When he was fully inside her, he paused, took a couple of short, sharp breaths, then lowered himself over her. His arm slid beneath her head and he kissed her mouth, her cheek, the side of her neck, breathing her in. She heard his panting breaths, inhaled the scent of his hair, lifted her hands to his body, so big and solid, ran her hands down his sides over satin skin to his hips.

“Corey,” he whispered against her ear. “Corey.”

The weight of his body, the thrust of him inside her was everything at that moment, there was nothing else. She held on to him, her eyes burning with tears, as he touched something so deep inside her it almost hurt with an unbearable sweetness. It was so beautiful, so softly sensuous, so deeply moving being with him like this, not just friends who fucked, but lovers who loved.

“I love you,” she whispered, one hand sliding back up his body and into his hair. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, Corey. Love…you…” He rolled his hips against her with each word, thrusting up into her, so deep, so achingly lovely. “Forever.”

Her heart swelled and ached at the wonder of it as they rocked and sighed and rode soft surging waves of sweet pleasure, filling her body, her mind, her soul with it. He rose up, onto his knees, holding her thighs as he gazed down at her, his eyes dark and hot. He covered her breasts with his hands and gently squeezed, clasped her waist and held her as his thrusts grew deeper and more urgent. Their eyes met and held, a connection drawing out between them that shimmered and glowed, surrounding them in luminous pleasure and brilliant heat.

“Corey,” he gasped. “You’re mine.”

She smiled, a slow, rapturous smile. “Yes. I’m yours.” And he was hers, all hers. Pure joy and gratitude and overwhelming love for him rushed through her, so huge and hot.

His hand slid up between her breasts to rest at the base of her throat in a possessive yet utterly protective gesture. They stared into each other’s eyes as he thrust once more, and again, and she lifted her body to meet his, taking him deep, as deep as she could. Tears leaked from her eyes at the expression on his face, the devotion and worship, the gratitude and appreciation, and she reflected it back to him, giving it all to him, giving him everything she had.

Heat pooled in her groin, thick and liquid, sensation surging across her skin, swirling inside her, tightening every nerve ending. A ragged groan tore from his throat and his body went rigid. “Corey. Christ, Corey. I love you.”

And he fell over her again, his hand on her forehead, holding her hair, tipping her head back so he could kiss her mouth as he pulsed inside her in wrenching spasms that set off her own orgasm, whipping through her in violent, exquisite flames. She held on to him, clasped him with her arms and legs, their mouths fused, their faces wet with tears.

Later, they lay curled beneath the covers of her bed, languid and lazy and delirious with happiness.

“I forgot about getting your car,” Matt murmured, stroking a hand down over her hair. “We left it at the park.”

“Yeah. I got it. I took the bus.”

He kissed her shoulder. Happiness hummed through her body, snuggled into his warm embrace, his hot skin and strong muscles warming her, protecting her. It was still scary but she was daring to let herself feel happy.

“It’d be easier if we lived together.”

Her chest tightened and she kept her face pressed to his chest. His fingers slid into her hair and teased her scalp. “I suppose it would,” she whispered.

He tugged her hair gently and she tipped her head to look at him. “Is that a yes? You’ll move in with me?”

“Oh. I thought you’d move in here.” She tucked her tongue in her cheek.

He snorted. “Yeah, right.”

She laughed. She loved Matt’s cottage, loved his little yard, loved being so near the beach. The idea of living with him thrilled her to her core. “Oh all right, I’ll move in with you.”

He kissed her forehead. “Thank you.” He rubbed his hand up and down her back in slow strokes, sending tingles everywhere, including deep inside her. “Corey?”

“Mmm?”

“What’s with the swimming lessons?”

She tucked her chin down. “Oh. Um…well, I wanted to learn how to swim.”

“Why now?”

“I don’t know. I’ve always been embarrassed because I don’t know how. And then, hearing Dylan talk about surfing made me feel like such a coward. So I decided to see if I could do it. I just wanted to be…brave, I guess, about something.”

“Corey.” He kissed her hair. “You are the bravest person I know.”

She huffed out a little laugh. “No, I’m not.”

“The things we’re most afraid of are the hardest things to do.”

“Yeah. You know, it kind of gave me confidence, even learning to put my face in the water.”

“Well, the truth is, maybe Dylan’s courage inspired me too. He goes out there and takes risks and does something so dangerous, and then he got hurt and…well, he’s going to surf again. I know he is. So I thought maybe I needed to take a risk too and tell you how I feel.”