Page 28 of Where You Belong

I’m trying and failing at keeping my cool. My dick strains against my pants, begging for a taste.

I quickly glance out the door, wondering how easily someone could look inside and see us before I say, “fuck it.” My knees hit the floor in front of her, and her eyes bulge open in shock.

“Slip your shorts off, baby.”

She quickly looks outside, checking to make sure no one is around.

“I promise, I won’t let anyone see us. There’s no way you can see in with how dark it is in the hall.”

She rakes her teeth over her lower lip before shimmying her shorts down, letting them drop on the floor in front of me. She’s left standing with only her panties on.

I reach up and let them glide down her legs too, leaving her bare in front of me. The sight of her standing here, glistening with desire, makes it impossible not to want to taste her.

I adjust her leg over my shoulder and use my fingers to spread her open for me before swiping my tongue over her swollen bud. Her body trembles, and her leg goes wobbly.

Using one hand to hold her steady, I tease over her folds with the other before sliding a finger inside her.

She’s so wet and tight. All I can think about is how good it would feel to have her wrapped around me, but I push that thought out of my mind. I want to soak up every minute, focusing on her and her pleasure.

“Corbin,” she moans, raking her fingers through my hair, gripping the strands in her fist.

I groan, leaning forward to trace through her folds before sucking her clit into my mouth. The combination of licking and sucking mixed with the slow and steady rhythm of my finger has her hips jutting toward me, growing more urgent and frantic as she chases her release.

“Let me taste you,” I murmur while I trail kisses up her thigh and over her mound, feathering my warm breath over her heated skin.

When I finally reach her pussy again, I swipe my tongue over her clit and curl my finger, massaging the bundle of nerves. Her body trembles, and I alternate between suction and licking, sending her soaring over the edge.

Her body twitches, and her legs shake beneath her. I do everything I can to keep her standing upright while not stopping. She releases a heavy breath, sagging into my arms, and I hold her against me.

We sit here for a few moments while she attempts to catch her breath, her arms wrapped around my neck. When I help her to her feet, she pulls her panties and shorts back on, and smoothes her shirt back into place.

She attempts to run her fingers through her mussed hair, taming the locks back into the well-put-together woman she was before.

She reaches her hand out toward me, cupping her small hand over my dick.

“We can wait,” I whisper. “There’s no rush, Haelynn.”

She jolts her hand away, attempting to smooth over her reaction, but not before I catch the hurt on her face.

“Whoa, hey, what’s wrong?”

“I’m sorry,” she blurts out. “It’s not… it’s not you or anything you said. I think sometimes I forget how a healthy relationship should be.”

I narrow my gaze, trying to decipher what she’s trying to say.

She winces, her face turning red in embarrassment. She reaches her hand up, massaging her fingers over her forehead.

“I guess you could say I’m not used to being with someone who’s selfless about my needs. It’s always been tit for tat. I scratch your back, you scratch mine sort of thing.”

“Your pleasure is my pleasure, Haelynn. I get just as much out of watching you come for me as you do. It will never be about me wanting or expecting something in return. Do you understand?”

The more I get a glimpse into the type of person her ex was, the less I like him. This is yet another reason on an already long list of why he makes my blood boil.

The fact he would make her feel like she owed him something simply for pleasuring her makes me sick.

I don’t know how he could call himself a man.

I tug her into my arms, sliding my hands around her waist. She reaches up to cup my face and kisses me.

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