“Ohhhhh,” she moaned, sloping into me as she angled her hips to accommodate me properly.
I didn’t give her time tonight. There was too much need coiling inside both of us, her nails digging into my shoulders, her breathing ragged in my ear. A confounding pleasure rumbling through every thrust into her tight pussy. I burned for her, my breathing out of whack as the space in the bedroom felt stifling. She gripped the back of my neck, her moans desperate and unruly, her body writhing beneath me. Gripping her hands with mine, I moved them above her head, interlinking our fingers as I took her mouth with mine.
“Nothing feels as good as you,” I stated, my words separated byharsh breaths. “Always you,” I punctuated with another few thrusts. “Always and all ways,” I admitted. My body was taking flight, but this wasn’t a lust fueled admission. This was a lifetime of pining for something I never dreamed possible. A love born from friendship, fostered by a lack of pressure to be anything other than what we really were and sealed with a profound and palpable attraction on an intellectual, physical and emotional level.
Shelby Hudson was my soul mate. Pure and simple. And it was a combination of that epiphany and Shelbs underneath me panting that she was about to come, that I shot my release inside her and the truth fell from my lips, “I fucking love you,” I croaked.
Corbin
Chapter Thirteen
The Valley, Canada
“Merry Christmas, Canada,” I whispered, pressing kisses along Shelby’s bare shoulder and up her neck. She mumbled sleepily, rolling onto her back before she opened her eyes the tiniest slither. Since the ice-rink, there were no more moments of uncertainty. It was as though we’d finally succumbed to our feelings. The understanding that I was leaving indefinitely the day after tomorrow enough to weaken our resolve.
When Blake had called to say he wouldn’t be home until late Christmas Eve, it felt like an early gift. And we’d used the time to our advantage, spending the majority of the day in bed, making up for all of the lost moments we’d fought off what we really wanted. We ordered food to the house and didn’t dare to discuss my imminent departure, living in the moment as though it was all we had. And in some ways, it was, because soon I would be living in another country again, only now, with the realisation that working wasn’t the most important thing in my world – she was.
Heading out of the kitchen, I paused at the window overlooking the street. It was still snowing, the street dark under the earlymorning fog and I headed back to the bedroom, glad I’d grabbed a jumper before coming out to make coffee. Returning, I placed the steaming mug beside the bed, sitting on the now cold space where I’d slept. I'd woken early and spent that first quiet hour thinking about how incredibly lucky I was to have had this time. How waking up next to Shelby felt like the greatest Christmas gift I could have ever received.
She stirred as I placed a small gift on the table beside me. I’d stealthily purchased it a few weeks ago from a small shop on one of our stops along the east coast, although I wasn't expecting we would be in Canada when I was finally able to give it to her.
“You are annoyingly handsome,” she mumbled, scrunching her nose in the cutest way. I leant down and pressed my lips against the crook of her neck, breathing in deeply.
“And you smell annoyingly good,” I mumbled, inhaling that sweet fruity smell which was always particularly strong right there. She giggled when I nuzzled into her and pulled the blankets aside invitingly. A deep growl rumbled in my chest when the early light cased her body which was bare other than her plain white briefs. In the depths of the quiet morning, it felt as though we were the only two people to exist, our bodies always begging for each other. Unable to refuse the invitation, I moved across her, now wishing I wasn’t wearing as many clothes. Tracing a row of kisses down her jaw, I paid particular attention to her chest, peppering each breast with flicks of my tongue, before taking each nipple into my mouth. She arched under me, her breathy arousal encouraging me to move lower. I flicked my tongue across her new tattoo, the eternal reminder of our bond written in dark ink across her hip bringing me a sickening amount of joy. The mark itself was always going to remind me of the days spent back home, a friendship which spanned three decades and evolved into so much more. But knowing she too would be walking through life with my initial on her skin, a reminder of me andus, was enough to make me hard.
When I moved between her legs, she was as ready as I knew she would be, her body responsive to my touch in a way no other woman ever had been. On a primal level, I knew it was because of our soul-deep compatibility. That same affinity which maintained our chemistry regardless of time, space or distance. We’d always been in sync and our bodies knew the score.
Even through her underwear, she was sensitive to my touch and when I traced a finger along her slit, her hips rose from the bed, her legs falling open wider. I followed the same path but with my tongue and her hands reached for my head, holding me in place as my name fell from her lips in a whispered moan. Slowly pushing the garment aside, my tongue languidly sliced through her, before settling on her swollen bud. I took my time, focusing on eliciting the deepest pleasure with slow, intentional movements and she pressed into my mouth, begging me for more. My greedy salacious woman, always able to show me what she wanted.
Pausing, I removed her panties, throwing them to the floor before pulling her into my face and devouring her.
She tasted so fucking good. I could spend hours with my face between her legs and when she reached for my head again, holding me firm while she fucked my face, my cock begged for release. No fantasy could have ever prepared me for the heat of Shelby using me to bring herself to climax.
I gave in to her body, allowing her full control as I went wherever the fire took me. The filthy praise falling from her mouth only spurred me on, my tongue diving inside her while I brought my hand up to place pressure on her clit. She dug her nails into the sides of my face, her hips undulating as she writhed against me.
“Oh, fuck, don’t stop,” she begged. I was ravenous, a hunger which would never be satiated because nothing could ever taste as good as her pussy on my tongue. The intensity of her movements increased, her moans getting louder as I reached up to cover her mouth with one hand to prevent her brother hearing something he most definitelywouldn't recover from. Her tongue darted out, sucking my fingers into her mouth and I groaned, wishing it was my now painfully hard cock she was tasting, before she released my hand and flung a pillow across her face to hide the cries of her release.
I lapped and sucked, continuing the assault of her pussy until her body twitched with the aftermath of her orgasm. She trailed her fingers through my hair as I left kisses on the insides of her thighs, up her stomach, chest, neck and finally her mouth.
Our tongues danced a slow dance, her hands tenderly lifting my shirt up and over my head, so I was wearing only my sleep pants. Then pushing my pants down until she could no longer reach, she used her feet to take them the rest of the way. I kicked them off, moving back onto her, my bare cock easily finding the exact place it wanted to be. Pausing for the briefest second, I marvelled at how truly beautiful she was and as I pressed inside her, I watched her face, savouring the sound of her soft intake of breath. Her eyes glazed with lust, her swollen lips parting as I unhurriedly moulded our bodies. Like every time we did this, she gripped me perfectly, wiping my mind of everything other than her. I kissed her slowly, thinking how excruciatingly in love with her I was and how agonising it was going to be to leave. How the thought had started to spread, causing a dull ache in my chest as each minute passed. And how when I told her I loved her the other night, she hadn’t said it back, only kissed me, confusing me even more.
I’d considered staying.
Telling Titan I would return at the end of January, knowing they would have agreed, but when we didn’t discuss my declaration or even what would happen in two days’ time, I let bygones be bygones and decided to enjoy this for what it was.
A holiday romance.
A momentary lapse across a forbidden line, and sadly not the start of something more. If I wasn’t so terrified of losing her entirely, I would have pushed her more. But the fear of losing our friendshipwas enough to realise sometimes these fleeting things aren’t meant to last. As unfair as that now seemed.
She locked her ankles around my back, flicking her tongue along my jaw and I felt my balls tighten in anticipation, thoughts of leaving momentarily wiped. I could never last as long as I wanted with her, the gloved feel of her gripping me was always too damn good, too damn perfect but feeling her release at the same time as mine was the ultimate goal.
“Roll over,” I gritted, pulling out of her so she could move. She grinned surreptitiously, before moving onto her stomach and lifting that perfect fucking arse into the air. With a light slap, I thrust inside, both of us inhaling sharply.
“Fuck yeah, gorgeous, shake your arse for me,” I begged, driving into her as she bounced on her knees, and I watched the way her cheeks spread for my cock. She gripped the sheets in front of her, her face buried in the pillow as I pounded into her, loving the wet sounds our bodies made.
Holding my weight with one hand, I reached underneath her with the other. Her clit pulsed under the vigorous movements of my fingers, her deep moans telling me she was close.
“I want to feel your pussy strangle my cock while you come,” I gritted, losing the fight to withhold my own release as she whimpered my name and shattered.
