There was no point in lying to him or to myself. I’d always loved him and even if this was a holiday romance, a friend with benefits gig which could only last the summer, I would take what I could.
If I wasn’t watching him so intently, I might have missed the way his eyes widened briefly before he swallowed my request with his lips. He didn’t reply verbally. Didn’t nod his agreement, however, with every precise flick of his tongue against my own, every delicate brush of skin against skin and the perfect alignment of our bodies, he gave me his answer. Showing me he felt it too.
And when he pulled back to watch my face as he guided himself into me for the very first time, I knew in the raw heat of his gaze that coming back to Australia had been the right decision. Not only for my parents but because it brought me back to him. It brought me to a moment where for a few short months our worlds collided. To a moment where my body stretched with a delicious burn, for someonewho felt made just for me. And when our hips finally met, our eyes snapped to each other, unspoken words floating between us.
Tentatively, I traced my fingers over his cheek, cupping his face until he came down to brush his lips across mine, our tongues automatically reaching for each other. When he still didn’t move, it was me who pressed my feet flat on the bed of the truck and gave myself momentum to make waves for our bodies. It was my touch which glided up and across the sides of his body as I mapped the way his eyes fluttered closed. The way his face frowned in what I knew to be soul-deep pleasure because I felt it too. The inevitable meeting of our bodies drawn from something deeper than choice – but from destiny.
“I never enjoyed being touched until you,” he panted. “Always you,” his repeated unrestrained words made me unhinged and I rocked up into him hastily. The thrill of being outside and being thrown on the back of his truck as if we couldn’t have waited a second longer to be together was exhilarating. But that was nothing in comparison to the look on his face as he thrust into me. A look of pure adoration that I’d never seen on anyone’s face let alone Corbin’s.
And it was forme.
The burn of adjusting to him was long gone, replaced with carnal desire under my skin, starting from my core and spreading through my whole body. There were no first-time nerves here, he knew exactly what he was doing and precisely how to move his body to elicit the most pleasure from me.
Our kisses were frantic as he increased the movement of his hips, sliding in and out of me before nipping at my neck. Readjusting his position, he pushed up to watch where our bodies joined, before following the path up to my chest. Knowing he was watching me and with a boost of confidence from the desire in his eyes, I brought my hands up to my chest and took my nipples between my fingers, squeezing.
“Fuckkk,” he moaned, his eyes ablaze with lust. “Keep touching yourself like that.” I lapped at the beads of sweat forming on his chest, moaning at the grumble which emanated through him when I flicked my tongue across his nipple.
It was his masculinity that did it for me. The brute strength of every action, every move, every thoughtful decision. The way he watched my face whenever he adjusted his position, ensuring it felt as good for me as it did for him.
His breathing was laboured, his pressure on me relentless as if he knew exactly what I yearned for, what I desired and exactly what I loved.
“Feels so good,” I moaned, pushing up to take his mouth with my own again. The sensations of pleasure were fiercely overwhelming, I lost focus, reaching for his face to pull him closer. Being inside me wasn’t enough. I needed more. I wanted to crawl inside him. To feel this pleasure every second of every day.
The ardent desire and love for him was so sudden and intense my eyes filled with tears, each moan timed perfectly with his thrusts and then carried away on the wind and into the waves nearby. Our breaths combined, our touch lingering, desperate to taste and take, our bodies never relenting.
The movements were reckless and constant as we chased release in and with each other.
“I won’t last much longer if we don’t slow down,” he confessed, pushing me that little bit closer to the edge with his passionate honesty.
“I want to watch you come,” I replied with a concession of my own. I wanted to know exactly what he looked like when he emptied himself inside of me. What it felt like to be the reason he lost himself, while my pussy clenched around him with desperation.
“Fuck, Shelbs, when you say things like that…” his eyes briefly closed. Gripping my hip, he lost any semblance of control, his gaze watching the way my breasts moved with each savage meeting of our bodies. “Irresistible,” he groaned.
“Oh, right there,” I insisted, the beginnings of another climax swirling hard and fast in my core. His brows pinched and I knew he was close, the intensity too much for either of us, and seeing his pleasure so clearly on his face was my undoing.
“Oh, God, don’t stop.” I begged, knowing undoubtedly, I was about to scream. My body was begging for him to ignite the fuse and as if reading my mind, he leant down and flicked his tongue across one of my taut nipples, sending me skyward. He was unrelenting, pounding into me with ferocious need, lapping and biting at my breasts until my mind went black as I detonated underneath the ruthless grinding of his cock in my pussy.
“Fuck,” he gritted, his eyes scrunching tight as he exploded inside me. Under the open skies, at the same time, we lost control of ourselves and as we shook with the aftermath of such an experience, neither of us spoke.
Resuming the tender dance of our mouths, he remained inside me, my legs holding him firm so he couldn’t move even if he tried.
And I felt different. We felt different. Like two halves of a whole having finally locked into place with a force neither of us saw coming.
Framing my face with his arms on the truck bed, he kissed me passionately, before speaking against my lips. “Happy birthday, Canada,” and I smiled, squeezing him tighter, because suddenly my thirties weren’t looking so scary.
It was still dark when my phone started screeching with a series of incoming messages. The only person who had my number was Blakeand it was out of character for him to send consecutive messages, especially when we’d spoken only yesterday for my birthday which was why I was instantly awake.
The bedside lamp beside Corbin flicked on just as I unlocked my phone.
Blake
Do not freak out
I’m fine but I’m in hospital
I do not need you to do anything
I have it all covered
