4. Willow #2
The kiss is rough at first. Our teeth knock, his hand catches in my hair, and I nearly trip over the hem of my dress. Corey catches me before I fall, one arm locked around my waist while the other grips my ass.
I laugh against his mouth. “Smooth.”
“Shut up.”
“Make me.”
He kisses me harder.
His tongue slides against mine while he walks me backward. My fingers work at his shirt buttons, but he keeps moving, so I miss one and nearly rip it off.
“Hold still,” I mutter.
“No.”
“You’re going to lose a button.”
“I don’t give a shit.”
“That shirt probably costs more than my dress.”
“I don’t give a shit about the shirt either.”
I get the last button open and shove the fabric apart. My palms flatten against his chest, warm skin under cold hands, and I feel his muscles tense beneath my touch.
Corey slows.
His mouth softens against mine. The hand on my ass moves up my back, then settles at the nape of my neck. He kisses me again, deeper but less frantic, and I feel him paying attention now.
The angle of my head.
The way I open for him.
Every sound I make.
When he pulls back, his green eyes stay on my face.
“What?” I ask.
His thumb moves over the scar above my eyebrow. “I missed looking at you.”
The honesty in his voice hurts.
“Then look.”
His gaze lowers over me. The dress is still in place, but one strap has slipped down my arm and the neckline has shifted from his hands.
“I bought this three months ago,” I tell him.
His eyes come back to mine. “For me?”
“I kept hoping you’d give me somewhere to wear it.”
“Fuck, Willow.”
I grab his wrist before he can pull away. “Don’t start apologizing right now.”
“I wasn’t…”
“You were thinking about it.”
His jaw tightens.
“I don’t want guilt tonight,” I say. “I want my husband.”
His voice drops. “You have him.”
“Then unzip me.”
Corey turns me around. His fingers brush my spine before they find the zipper. The metal catches halfway down, and he swears under his breath.
“Careful.”
“I’m trying.”
“You’re bad at it.”
“I’m distracted.”
“By what?”
His mouth presses to my shoulder. “Your ass.”
I smile. “Better answer.”
The zipper finally gives. He slides it down, then pushes the dress from my shoulders. The fabric falls to my waist before I help him work it over my hips.
I step out of it and turn around in my bra, panties, and heels.
Corey goes still.
“Say it,” I tell him.
“You’re fucking beautiful.”
“Good.”
He reaches for me, but I catch his hands.
“They’re freezing.”
“They’re always freezing.”
“I know.”
I bring one palm to my mouth and kiss it, then guide it to my breast. His fingers close over me through the lace.
“You still like warming them up?” he asks.
“I still like your hands on me.”
His other hand cups my second breast. He massages both slowly, watching my face while his thumbs drag over my nipples through the fabric.
I suck in a breath.
“Sensitive?” he asks.
“Don’t make it a medical question.”
A quiet laugh leaves him. “Tell me what you want.”
“Take the bra off, then use your mouth.”
Corey reaches behind me and unhooks it. The straps slide down my arms, and he tosses it toward the chair without looking.
His hands return immediately.
He palms my breasts, squeezing enough to make me press closer. His thumbs circle my nipples before he pinches them lightly.
“Harder,” I say.
He does it again with more pressure.
My head tips back. “Fuck.”
Corey bends and closes his mouth around one nipple. His tongue circles it while his hand works the other, rolling and pinching until both are hard.
I grab his hair and hold him against me. “Don’t stop kissing me.”
He lifts his head and catches my mouth again.
His hand stays on my breast while we kiss. The other moves down my stomach, over my hip, and between my thighs. He rubs me through my panties, two fingers pressing directly over my clit.
I moan into his mouth.
“You’re wet,” he murmurs.
“I’ve been wet since downstairs.”
His fingers move in slow circles. “Since the kiss?”
“Since you walked through the door and actually looked at me.”
His eyes tighten.
I kiss him before he can disappear into his head again. “Stay here.”
“I’m here.”
“Good. Keep touching me.”
He pushes my panties aside and drags two fingers over my wet pussy. The first stroke over my clit makes my knees weaken.
“Jesus.”
Corey holds me upright with one arm. “Too much?”
“Not even close.”
His fingers slide back and tease around my opening. He pushes one inside me while his thumb returns to my clit.
I clutch his shoulders. “Add another.”
“Already?”
“Corey.”
He smiles against my mouth. “There she is.”
“Put another finger inside me before I get annoyed.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
The second finger stretches me, and I tighten around him. He curls them forward, rubbing the spot that makes my thighs shake.
“That,” I breathe. “Keep doing that.”
He keeps kissing me while he fingers me, slow strokes inside, firm pressure against my clit. Every time I break the kiss to gasp, he moves his mouth to my jaw or neck instead.
My hands fumble with his belt.
Corey catches my wrist. “You don’t have to.”
“I want your cock in my hand.”
His nostrils flare.
“That a problem?” I ask.
“No.”
I undo his belt and open his pants. My hand slides beneath his briefs, and I wrap my fingers around him.
He’s thick, hot, and already leaking at the tip.
“Fuck,” he says against my throat.
I stroke him from base to head, using my thumb to spread the wetness over the top.
His fingers stop moving.
“Don’t stop,” I warn.
“You’re making that difficult.”
“Multitask.”
He laughs once, rough and breathless, then starts fucking me with his fingers again.
We stand there touching each other, mouths meeting between broken breaths. I stroke him slowly while he keeps two fingers inside me, his thumb working my clit until my hips start moving against his hand.
“I need more,” I tell him.
Corey pulls his fingers out.
I make an annoyed sound. “That isn’t more.”
“Get on the bed.”
I sit at the edge, but he drops to his knees before I can move farther back.
His hands slide up my calves. He unfastens one heel, then the other, kissing each ankle after he removes them.
“Corey.”
“I know.”
He catches the sides of my panties and drags them down my legs. Then he spreads my thighs and looks directly between them.
Heat rushes into my face. “You’re enjoying this.”
“I like looking.”
“I know you do.”
His thumb separates my folds. “You’re soaked.”
“Because of you.”
Corey parts me with his thumbs and drags his tongue over my pussy before sucking my clit.
I grab the sheets. “Fuck.”
He does it again, slower this time, then closes his mouth around my clit and sucks.
My legs tense around his shoulders.
“Right there.”
His tongue moves in small circles while two fingers slide back inside me. He pumps them slowly at first, pressing deep before curling them.
I reach down and grip his hair. “Faster.”
Corey follows the command. His fingers move harder, and his mouth never leaves my clit.
The pressure builds until my thighs start shaking.
“I’m close.”
He looks up without stopping.
Seeing his mouth on me and his fingers disappearing inside me pushes me over. I come with a sharp cry, grinding against his face while he keeps licking me through every spasm.
When I finally loosen my grip on his hair, Corey kisses the inside of my thigh.
“You okay?”
“I’ll be better when you’re naked.”
He stands and strips quickly. His shirt hits the floor, followed by his pants and briefs.
My eyes drop to his cock.
Corey steps between my knees. “Still want it?”
“I want you inside me, but I want to taste you first.”
His breath leaves hard. “Willow.”