It was dark outside, the echoes of the waves rolling onto the shore, the perfect acoustics to the passionate sounds of our need. He kissed along my jaw, repeatedly reminding me how much he loved my scent, how it drove him crazy with need, before he palmed my breasts.
“You’re so perfect,” he admired, taking each nipple into his mouth tenderly. He trailed patterns across my skin with his tongue while my head fell backwards, all thoughts focused on the ache between my legs.
I was desperate to lay back and spread my thighs further, to quicken his path to where I wanted him most but he took his time, kissing and nipping across my stomach and I was a victim to his movements. He was the maestro and I was his muse.
After what felt like hours, I brought my feet up onto the tray and allowed my knees to part.
The desire danced across his features only fuelling my confidence and I bit my lower lip in anticipation. Slowly, as if time stood still, he bent forward, his tongue darting out to dance across my swollen flesh as he licked a path through my centre. The warmth of him there caused me to moan so loud I was certain the cars on the highway would hear.
“Oh, Christ,” I praised. He was a god, and I was his devoted sinner because the way his tongue worshipped my pussy was pure, sinfulecstasy. He drew circles around my swollen bud before sucking it into his mouth, his hands gripping my thighs and holding me to him so tightly I was certain he would suffocate.
“You taste so fucking good,” he moaned and his words only increased my desire. The cold metal of the truck bed affording the perfect coolant to my body which felt set to ignite under his tongue. I ran my hands across his spiky hair as I rocked against his mouth. Meeting the licks and flicks of his tongue with my own filthy rigour. My head fell back again, my hips rising until I was firmly pressing him into me, gyrating against his face and chasing the release which was just below the surface.
“Don’t stop,” I panted, the prickle of nerve endings beginning to sizzle under my skin as I listened to the way he ate my pussy like I was his salvation. My eyes were closed yet he was all I could see. I imagined the mischievous smirk he gave me whenever I did something he liked. The way he felt in my hand as I pumped his thick cock until he sprayed his release against my stomach. The rough way he kissed me back in the bar, uncaring as to who could see. The way his tongue flicked against my clit, knowing precisely where I needed him. And right now, the ways he gently pressed a finger against my core, until he buried it inside me, pumping in and out.
When he moaned against my skin, the vibration shot through me and I screamed, slicing through the air and fucking his face with abandon. He continued to devour me while I rode the wave of pleasure, my thrusts slowing down as I came back to earth, the sounds of the ocean becoming prominent once again.
“Just a second,” he mumbled, pressing a chaste kiss inside my thigh, before disappearing and I wondered what he was doing before I heard the door to the truck open and him ruffling around inside. When he reappeared with the blanket I’d bought earlier and something else I couldn’t decipher, I waited impatiently. I wanted more.
The truck creaked as he hauled himself up and knelt above me, ripping his shirt up and over his head. He laid the blanket down in the space next to me and gestured for me to move over.
“I need to feel myself against your skin,” he admitted and I grinned.
“You want aten for ten, Corbs?” I asked teasingly, the sight of his lust enough to make me heady.
His face, while mostly darkened, was molten lava and there was no mistaking the emotion in his gaze. He was starving and I was his wanton snack of choice.
“I want an all-night,” he growled, before he came down on his knees and invaded my space.
I moaned, slowly grazing a finger along his jaw.
God, he was perfect and while I wasn’t sure what would happen when I went home or if I would survive living on the other side of the world from him again, in that very moment everything felt perfect.
He pressed me down under his weight and the comfort of having him blanket me was a feeling I’d cherish forever. A time when I felt truly grounded.
He met my gaze, his thumb brushing across my mouth, and as if all my manifesting had finally come to fruition, he kissed me with a passion that was eighteen years in the making.
Shelby
Chapter Nine
Lagoon Bar and Spa, Australia
Nothing about being naked on the back of this truck, with an equally naked Corbin, felt real. In fact, I wanted to slap myself to make sure I hadn’t passed out from the copious number of blue cocktails we’d guzzled in celebration of my birthday. Because nowhere in my holiday planning did I prepare for what it would feel like to have my dreams come true.
But the distinctive sound of a condom being ripped open and then the sight of this rolled onto Corbin’s impressively thick cock under a bed of stars was the dream I was currently living. The sight of him kneeling before me, breathtaking. The thought of what we were about to do, almost inconceivable.
My dirty thirties were certainly about to getdirty.
The impulsive blanket purchase from last week had come in handy as I lay on its comfort while he kissed along my jaw, simultaneously showering me with praise.
“Always perfect. Always beautiful. Always you.” His mumbled words felt more for him than me, but I basked in the adulation. I knew when he finally entered me things were going to change between us.An altering as catastrophic as the movement of tectonic plates with no room for life to return to the way it was before.
And yet, I still wanted him. Craved and pined for the feel of him inside me under the night sky. It didn’t matter that there were people driving by who could potentially see us, because when it came to Corb and I, we’d always lived in our own bubble. A place where no one really understood us or what we were - nor did they need to know. Because it had always worked, always been the two of us no matter how far apart we were. He understood me on a level no one else did and it was with that thought that I reached my hands up to pull him down, encouraging him to hurry.
He teased my entrance with his erection, sliding up and down until I was breathless with desire. Our mouths fought for dominance, the intensity increasing the longer we held out from our intended destination. I needed him to stretch me, shroud me with his entire self until we were one and the same in a way I’d only imagined.
“Make love to me?” I pleaded.
