Page 74 of Free to Breathe
I start to shift so I can reach out and capture it in my mouth, but he quickly sheaths himself. I pout, causing him to laugh. “I want your mouth on me as much as you do, but not more than I want to sink into your wet heat. Later, I’ll slide my cock down your throat while you use that mouth any way you want.”
I want that too. So much. I’ll hold him to that promise. For now, I just open my arms and watch him prowl over me.
Even as his cock nudges against my opening, he combs his fingers through my long hair. “Give me a moment.”
I run my hand over his tight flank and whisper a confused “Okay?”
“I just want to memorize the look in your eyes.”
I feel him start to nudge into me. I take a deep breath.
This is real.
Slowly, inch by inch, his cock makes its way inside me. I’ve had sex. I’ve even had good sex. But this is so much more. My cheeks flush. When his pelvic bone brushes up against my clit, I gasp.
Bracing himself up on his muscular arms, he pulls his hips back and slowly moves them forward. I’m out of my mind with madness as I wrap my legs around him, giving him more of me and taking all of him.
Over and over he plunges into me. His body gleams with a coat of sweat I’m sure mirrors my own.
Then I feel it again, coming deep from within me.
“Colby…” I can’t manage more as his hips are thrusting into mine. Each time they collide in the middle, I feel like he’s going to throw me over an edge I’ve glanced at before but never really seen. Until now.
“Come for me, Corinna. I’ve been waiting for this moment for a lifetime,” he whispers next to my ear. I don’t know if it’s his words or the feeling of security, but I soar over the edge. He takes flight with me.
We’ve made the jump together as one body.
And in the middle, I think I gave him my soul.
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Colby
She’s asleep, tucked into my side. I smooth my hand over that spot on her hip I just can’t resist. In her sleep, a small smile ghosts across her face even as she wiggles closer to my touch.
I’m a lucky bastard and I know it.
I’m also fucking petrified.
The things Bryan told us about Corinna’s condition make me want to howl at the moon.
Corinna has every right to be an emotional yo-yo about this surgery.
The best outcome is that she’s out of work for eight weeks and has lifelong follow-ups.
The worst…I don’t know what she would consider worse. Moser told us the worst could be two things. The first is that she ends up trapped inside her own body alive but unable to see, to move, or to speak. The second is simply she’ll die. Knowing Corinna and her fear of the dark, I’d say the first.
Dropping my head so I can inhale her scent, I am astounded. How has she lived with this burden for so long and not be broken? When I pull back, and the tattoo running along her back flashes at me in the dim lighting of the room.
Never forget who you are.
Corinna is strength. She is determination. She is pride. She is beauty. She is a fighter.
And she is mine.
I pull her closer to me, suddenly afraid of what will happen to us both if I let her drift too far away.
It’s a long while before I find sleep.
