“I-I need you.” I arch again, offering myself up to him.
“My little goddess,” he murmurs before reaching behind him, pulling his T-shirt off, and diving for my breasts.
“Oh God, oh God,” I chant as he takes a nipple in his mouth and sucks until I almost combust beneath him. So fucking sensitive. “Keep going.” My fingers thread in his hair to hold him in place. I’m so close already. His scent, his touch, his tongue as he flicks it over my tight bud builds me higher and higher.
He switches sides, his eyes meeting mine as he does so.
“More, Corey. I need more.”
He nods, sucking the other side deep into his mouth. I cry out, but it’s nothing compared to when his fingers slip inside my panties and he finds my already swollen clit.
“Oh God, yes. Yes,” I cry as he teases me to perfection.
His mouth continues as his fingers push inside me. I writhe as my release gets within touching distance.
“Corey, Corey. Fuck, I need … I need. Fuuuuuck.” He bites down on one of my nipples, and I lose all control.
“You need what, Lo?”
I nod, my breathing too erratic to even think about forming words as my body floats back down to Earth.
Settling himself between my legs, he pops the button on his pants and pushes them and his boxers down his thighs, too impatient to remove them completely.
He palms his hard cock a few times. The sight has me burning up. There’s something so hot about a guy shamelessly taking the pleasure he needs.
“I need …”
“I’ve got you. I know exactly what you need.”
Taking the lace of my panties in his hand, he tugs until they rip.
“Corey,” I gasp, more turned on than I want to admit by the caveman move.
Hooking one hand behind my knee, he pushes my thigh up to my stomach before teasing the head of his cock around my clit.
My hips grind, needing more, desperate to feel him pushing inside me and stretching me. And in only seconds, he gives me my wish.
“Yes, yes, yes,” I cry as he fills me to the hilt in one swift move.
Folding over my body, he drops his face into the crook of my neck.
“Fuck,” he groans. “Fuck, I’ve missed this. Missed you. Fuck. I’m so sorry. Fuck.”
My hands trail down his back until I grip onto his ass, encouraging him to move more than the slow thrusts he’s doing right now.
After kissing down my neck, he pulls back and stares at me.
“Harlow,” he breathes. “Fuck.”
In that moment, I feel everything he’s not saying out loud but is as clear as day in his eyes.
“I know, Corey. I know.”
“Jesus, fuck.”
His hand once again finds the back of my knee while the other grips my hip before he really starts to move.
His pace increases with each thrust, and all too soon I’m racing toward another mind-blowing release. Corey has always dragged the best out of me, but with our time apart, they’re even more powerful.