Chapter Twenty-Three
Cori
Is this real?! Is this another dream?
I look at him, and he seems to be waiting for me to tell him how I feel. I swallow down the fear and tell him the truth. Life is too short to keep it to myself and never take that chance. The island really drove that home for me.
“I think you’re the sexiest person I’ve ever met. I’ve liked you since I saw you on your special. I…once I got to know you, I…kind of fell in love with you.”
Way to verbally spew on him, Cori. Way to go.
His face breaks into a big grin as his hand comes up to brush against my face. “You love me?”
I nod. I don’t even have to check in with myself to know. I just do.
“I love you, baby. When you went to face off with that…thing, I felt like my heart was going to stop if something happened to you. I felt like I would die right alongside you. I’ve never felt that way about another person. Never felt like I couldn’t breathe if someone wasn't by my side.”
“Now you know why I ran towards it when you were in the living room. I didn’t care what happened to me as long as it didn’t hurt you.”
“Maybe that’s why it never tried to use me. It knew there was no way I would ever hurt you, no way I could ever touch you with any violent intent.”
Our lips meet, and the fire that was banked in the back of the car springs to life.
My breath catches as he lifts me. My legs wrap around him, and I go wherever he wants to take me.
The world moves around us, but all I care about is right in front of me.
We make it to a flat surface - an island, I think - before he takes my shirt off and tosses it behind his back.
His lips trail down my neck as I let my hand roam his body, over his chest, down his back, and up again.
I eventually work his shirt off as well.
He kisses the tops of my breasts before unhooking my bra and taking my pebbled nipple in his mouth.
I loved it when he did this on the island, and I love it now.
This hunger, the need I feel for him, isn’t because of some curse we found on the island.
This is real. It’s overwhelming and scary, but also so right.
I arch my back for him as he goes from one breast to the other, and sensations zing through my body. He lays me back so the top of the island is cold against my skin as he pops off my breast.
“This time, sweetheart, I want dessert.”
“Dessert?” Wait, are we talking about food? I thought…we were going to…but if he’s hungry…
“Oh yeah. I want something sweet and creamy and made just for me.”
I don’t think we’re talking about food. He proves me right when he starts to unbutton and unzip my pants. He maintains eye contact as he drags them down my legs. My hand automatically goes to cover my panty-clad pussy.
“Will you feed me, baby? Will you give me what I need?”
Well, damn, when he puts it like that, I move my hand out of the way and try to stay as still as I can, knowing what he wants to do to me.
He sits on one of the wooden stools between my legs.
His hands run up my inner thighs, and his breath tickles my skin.
It sends my nerves jumping and makes my heart start pounding even faster and harder than ever before.
“I’m a greedy man, baby. Greedy and possessive. Is that going to be alright with you? Are you going to be okay with all of me? The part that needs you more than I need air and only you over and over again, is that going to be alright?”
“Yes. Yes. I…want you like that too. I…was so sad when I thought you were with Ripley.”
“Ripley?! You…no, I’ve never been, nor will I ever be with Ripley.
The only person I will ever be with from now on is you.
” A blush hits my cheeks. I guess it sounds stupid to him, but it really bothered me.
“I was the same way with you. I got mad at Tray when I thought he was hanging around you too much.”
This causes me to giggle. “That was because I always hung around Roxie.”
“Didn’t mean I wasn’t angry about it until I found out.”
I give him another giggle before brushing my fingertips down his cheek. “Only you get to see me like this. Only ever you.”
“That…that has me feeling like I could fucking fly…or save the world.”
His hands run up my thighs and grip my hips as he pulls me closer to the edge.
He runs his stubbled cheek back and forth against my panties before tugging them to the side.
When I feel his breath on my bare mound, I let out a little yelp before bringing my knees up to close them out of habit.
But I can’t because Mac is in between them, shouldering my thighs open wide and taking my nakedness in.
“You have the prettiest, softest pussy.” He drops tiny kisses all over before running his nose up my center and taking deep breaths in.
“Oh my God.” I wrap my hands around the countertop to keep from grabbing him…or myself. He chuckles when he sees my death grip.
“Why don’t you put these right here?” He takes my hands and places them on my own breasts, shocking the air out of me. “That way, when it gets really good, you have something to hang on to.”
He goes back to my bare pussy, and this time I feel his tongue skate up the outside edges.
I gasp and jolt as the wet muscle slowly prys my lips apart and burrows deep in the valley between.
My hands squeeze up on my breasts reflexively, and I get an added thrill.
He opens me wide and uses his tongue to find my clit before sucking and licking me into an immediate orgasm.
I don’t realize I am about to cum until my body tenses up and my thighs are shaking, and by then it’s too late to give him a warning, to tell him I’m about to explode.
I cry out his name as my body shakes through my first climax.
He pulls his face away from me, and I notice his lips and cheeks are wet.
“Fuck yes, baby! Do you realize how fucking sweet you just became?! Do you know how much fucking cream you just made for me?!”
He attacks my pussy, licking and sucking up the ‘cream’ he mentioned.
He’s so thorough and so focused, he sends me into another release before picking me up and carrying me through his apartment to the bedroom.
I nuzzle into him as my eyes drift shut, and a warmth that I’ve never felt before envelopes me and carries me off to sweet dreams.