Shelby #4
Somewhere over the last few days, I’d stopped seeing Corbin as my friend and started seeing him as mine.
Someone who belonged beside me. There was no denying I was attracted to him, but this didn’t just feel sexual.
It felt sensual. More than wanting to seek a mutual release – not that I would decline at this point. But I wanted more from him.
Maybe Kenn was serving horny goat weed because I was sexually charged and ready to explore.
Would it be weird if I asked him to run his fingers over my cheek?
Over the bare skin of my neck. Imagining the pads of his fingertips across my jaw, made me shiver and I closed my eyes for just a second.
Ignoring how inappropriate it was to sit here in my own mind with these thoughts, I pictured what that would be like.
Just for a second, I pondered how it would feel to have him lay behind me and run a path across my naked skin with those gorgeous, strong hands .
When my nipples hardened, my eyes shot open, and my head darted to face him. He was watching me, much closer than I realised, his bloodshot eyes dilated.
Oh, Lord – did he know what I was thinking? Did I speak aloud or accidentally moan?
I wracked my thoughts for something to say but I couldn’t concentrate because he was staring at my mouth, and I could feel his breath on my skin.
“What were you just thinking about” he breathed, his gaze darting to my chest where I was certain my nipples would be visible through the thin material.
“Argh…” For once I was speechless, no excuse or change of subject ready and waiting. My eyes darted between his, my mouth opening and closing like a goldfish as I floundered.
“Would it be weird if I kissed you?” He asked, saving me from any further humiliation.
“Not for a dare, but because I wanted to?” His voice was breathy and now I knew I was hallucinating.
I was still sitting here with my eyes closed and this was part of my daydream.
A daydream where my really close, really handsome friend just asked if he could kiss me and I was nodding emphatically as my body tingled.
“It would be weird if you didn’t,” I uttered, licking my lips, imagining this were real.
“Well, we can’t both be weird,” he replied, and time seemed to slow as he untangled our hands and brushed my fringe back from my forehead. Those fingers which appeared strong, were tender against my skin, framing either side of my face as he tilted my head in a very real way.
Nope, not a dream. High, but very much awake.
Crap. Crap. Crap.
He studied my face, mapping my eyes, my nose and finally my mouth as my eyelids fluttered closed and I focused on the feel of him against me.
His strong hands on my jaw, his leg pressed firmly against me, his breath soft against my skin before his lips parted my own and I lost focus of everything other than the way his tongue pressed itself into my mouth and commanded the space as if it was his right.
And I wasn’t too proud to say it was.
I lost the ability to even think as he commanded my entire being. There was no room for anything other than him and the way the world began and ended with his mouth wrapped around my own and his hands tangled in my hair.
He kissed like he did everything else, practiced, methodical and powerfully and it took me a few moments to realise I was allowed to embrace both him and this moment. He was kissing me – Corbin Chambers was k i s s i n g me and I would not waste this chance.
A pulse moved through me, my heartbeat increasing as it pumped harder.
Corbin was everything I knew he would be and nothing I ever expected and with that, my hands lifted of their own accord, navigating their way up his chest, tiptoeing up his broad neck and running across his soft hair.
The resulting rumbling which emanated from his chest was a beacon to my own lust which I’d been really trying to keep dormant.
This was more than just a reaction from those sneaky little pancakes, this was an attraction which came from trust and friendship, and I was powerless to stop it.
Under his touch, I came alive like never before, my body aching to be consumed.
His hands left my skin for just a second and that was all it took for him to shuffle backwards and pull me onto his lap.
Thank you, vegetation divinities - my prayers have been answered .
Straddling him, I met the greedy flick of his tongue.
He traced his hands up and down my back, while I pushed into his groin unabashedly.
The soft murmur which rumbled from his throat told me this wasn’t going to be enough.
The can of worms was open, and I was ravenous to touch and be touched. By him. Now.
“Corbin,” I moaned, “would it be weird if we continued this, but with less clothes on? ”
He kissed down my neck, his hands moving to my waist as he pressed me into what I could feel was his answer. Inhaling deeply against my skin, he released his breath on a low groan.
“It would be weird if we didn’t,” he threw my words back at me before taking my mouth again with his.
We fought for dominance; my lips going numb from the push and pull of our mouths. I was throbbing – my body responding in ways it never had before.
“Thank, God,” I said, as he effortlessly lifted me to my feet in another ‘how are you single’ moment.
When we stood, I wasted no time, flying into him with renewed passion. There was no space or time to think about my actions. I was driven by a need so deep, all I could see was him.