Page 73 of Free to Breathe
“Gah!” The sound escapes, me even as my hands scrape up his chest toward his shoulders to find something substantial to hold on to.
“I’ll bet I could make you come just from sucking these luscious breasts,” he rasps. Dragging his lips across the valley in between, he drops the sweetest kiss on my tattoo. “Beauty and pride. So you.” Moving over to my other breast, he lashes that one with quick flicks of his tongue before settling his lips on it for a deeper suckle.
My head turns back and forth wildly. “Colby. I can’t stand it,” I plead. My hands weave through his thick hair to hold him closer. He slides one arm around my back to anchor me in place as he torments my body with the sweetest torture. By the time his mouth moves away, I’m pulling his hair so I can capture his lips. “My turn,” I whisper as I push him onto his back.
He complies with a wicked grin. I straddle him as he reclines back against my pillows. His hands immediately go to my jean-clad hips. Mine dart into the feathering of hair that angles down his chest. His nipples are pebble hard. When my nails scrape over them, he lets out a hiss of pleasure. “God, Cori.”
I can’t resist biting the same spot he did—that spot I’ve dreamed of tasting for so long. Nor can I resist licking my way down between his pecs, where his body’s scent is calling to me like an ancient potion. Soon, it’s me working his nipples as I rock my hips over his straining erection.
He pulls my hair back so our lips meet. My breasts nestle themselves into his chest as we continue to rock together in the rhythm of what we’ll soon be doing.
He rips his mouth away and buries against my neck. “I have to taste you, Corinna. I’ve dreamed of this for so long…so many nights I held you…” The flutter of his tongue where his lips are resting as he pushes his hips upward has me answering on a groan.
“Please, Colby. Yes.”
He rolls me over and sits back. His chest is heaving as he delicately traces my skin from my neck to my waist, lingering on parts in between. He makes quick work of the snap and zipper of my jeans before I help him work them off by lifting my hips. Only the scrap of material of my sheer boy shorts and his jeans separate us.
“This body…” His voice trails off, and I start to freeze up. “I dreamed about it. I’d be in a desert, freezing my ass off, and somehow, I’d wake up sweating because of you. Because of the curve of these hips.” His hand smooths over my hip. “Those fucking sleep shorts you’d wear didn’t cover shit, but I never told you that, did I, Corinna? I’d be sleeping behind you on that couch and holding you so you’d sleep, and I never knew a moment’s peace because all I could imagine was sliding my hand over the curve of this hip.” My eyes flash up to his. He laughs with no humor. “Right here.” His fingers trail over the spot where more often than not, my shirt rides up when I sleep, even to this day.
“Is…” I clear my throat. “Is that what you thought of last night?” Colby held me so tightly throughout the night.
“Mm-hmm.” He drops a kiss on the curve of my hip. Pushing up against him, he gives me a wicked laugh. “This time, though, I was able to sleep because I knew I wasn’t ever going to let you go. You know that, Cori. The minute my cock slides home inside you, I’m never letting you go.”
I have to beat back the tears. Even if it’s only for the rest of this life, I’ll take the time he’s offering.
I’m so damn selfish.
He arcs an eyebrow. “Nothing to say to that?”
Suddenly the words are flowing; I can’t stop them. “I should let you go. You should be with someone you know is going to live. I should stop this now before—” And all my words are stopped as Colby slams his mouth back onto mine.
“You are who I’m meant to be with, and not just tonight, Corinna. And I’m going to make you believe that down to your very core.” Colby pulls my head back so his eyes are scanning mine. “I will never regret one minute of the love we make. Will you?”
I shake my head no. I never could.
His frustration is evident. “Christ, you drive me insane.” He rolls to his back, throwing an arm over his eyes.
I scramble to my knees, heedless of my lack of clothing. “Colby, please understand. I just don’t want you to be hurt if…”
He jackknifes and yanks me down on top of him. Aligning our faces so our noses touch, he whispers, “I’ve already been dead because of losing you. Don’t stop me from living when I’m only just starting to feel again.”
My mouth falls open. Colby uses that to his advantage by kissing me senseless. Soon, I’m on my back again and he’s skimmed off my panties. He’s working his lips down my body, murmuring his appreciation for the curves he’s held so close but never really touched. I can’t control the keening sounds escaping my lips.
“Please,” I beg as his fingers separate my lips. He’s blowing on my clit, tracing a finger around the entrance to my pussy. My hips are moving up and down, trying to keep contact with him.
“Not until I taste this sweetness, Cori. Not until I drink my fill.” He lowers his head. His lips surround my clit and begin to suck as not one, but two fingers penetrate my entrance.
And I detonate.
My hands reach out over his shoulders, which are between my dimpled thighs, to pull him closer. To push him away. I don’t really know. I hoarsely chant his name over and over as his tongue flicks against me, while his strong fingers move in counterpart inside of me. Again and again, he brings me to the precipice and drops me over until I’m left with one foot on his shoulder, my other leg bent outward, unable to move.
I’m a wreck of sensation. I’ve just been destroyed in the best of ways. And I know after he slowly wipes his mouth against the coverlet on my bed, he’s not done.
He’s just getting started.
He stands on the side of the bed and flips his wallet out to pull out a condom before shucking his jeans. The air I was just regaining in my lungs whooshes out as I see he’s been commando this whole time. All during dinner, while climbing my damn house, while driving me insane with lust, Colby hasn’t had a stitch of clothing on beneath his jeans. His cock is angled toward me, with the thick head already beading with fluid.
Now it’s my mouth that’s watering for a taste.
