Chapter 6
Corrine
I unlock the door to my place quickly, feeling Sam’s hands running up my back while I do it.
“I’m so glad you called,” she says. “I’ve missed you.”
I turn toward her and flash a smile. I feel guilty about the months of silence that I’ve shown her. Sam and I had been friends for a long time before we became friends with benefits. Somewhere along the way, I felt like it went from friendship to something more. But only for her.
And that wasn’t what I was interested in.
But now, after the night I’ve had—hell, the month I’ve had—I just need someone who knows me and what I like.
We walk through the doorway and I drop my bag on the table before turning and pulling her closer to me. She smells like vanilla and lavender, like always. Her blonde hair is loosely piled on top of her head and she’s in soft lounge pants and a workout tank top without a bra. Her nipples are tight and peeking through the thin fabric.
“I wish you would have given me more time to get ready,” she giggles. “I can’t say I was expecting this.”
“You don’t need to be any different for me,” I say, tucking my fingers under the bottom of her tank and running my hands up to her small breasts. She moans softly and tilts her head to the side, exposing her neck as her hands cup over mine on top of her shirt. I lick up the side of her neck and then nip at the skin. I see goosebumps erupt on her flesh.
“Corrine,” she starts, “I…”
I stop her before she can ask me where I’ve been or why I’ve been elusive for months. I kiss her, taking her bottom lip into my mouth and gently tugging. She shivers.
“Come here,” I say, pulling on her hands. She lets me pull her to the couch and I stand her in front of me before lifting her arms overhead and dragging the tank top off her. I kiss her collarbone and inhale her smell. She is so comforting, that smell. Her touch. I trail my mouth down between her breasts and wrap my thumbs into her pants. I tug them down and continue my trail of kisses.
“Corrine,” she says again. “Can we pause for a second?”
With that, I push her pants the rest of the way down and admire her panties. Lacy with little pink flowers, soft and sweet like her.
“We can talk later,” I say, and push her gently down onto the couch. I kneel in front of her and wedge myself between her legs. Then I lift her foot so her inner thigh is close to me and begin kissing and licking my way up. I put her leg on my shoulder. She’s moaning and rubbing her hands in my hair now. I grab her right hand and guide it to her pussy, encouraging her to touch herself over her panties.
“You smell so good,” I say, breathing deeply as I nuzzle my face into her panties. “Can I taste you?” I ask, looking up at her for permission.
She bites her lip and nods, then lifts her hips so I can pull her thong off. I press her legs back apart and start licking and nibbling her other thigh while my hand finds her entrance. She’s wet and I slide my finger along her slit as my mouth inches closer. Pushing the folds of her pussy open, I lick her from top to bottom, being gentle and deliberate, remembering the way her body responds. Her hips lift to meet my mouth, and I pick up speed, sucking and licking alternatively.
“You’re so amazing at this,” she giggles, arching her back and moaning. I continue my assault on her pussy, now taking a finger and putting it inside her.
“Oh, yes,” she says.
I put a second finger in her and I am met with slick heat, curling my fingers to touch the sensitive areas inside her. Then I drag my fingers out and thrust them in again, all while licking and sucking her clit. It doesn’t take long before her legs start to quiver and her breath gets quiet. I stay in one place, making sure to let her orgasm build without changing my patterns.
“Oh,” she moans, “I’m going to come.” Then I feel her tighten and pulsate around my fingers, the wet heat coating my hand. I ride out the orgasm, never relenting the assault on her, until she shakes from the continued pressure. She grabs my hand, stills it, and pulls me up toward her.
“Your turn?” she asks.
“Actually,” I say, “I’d like it if we can eat something and go to bed.” Her eyebrows lift, and I see the confusion on her face before she gathers herself.
“Sure,” she says, rising off the couch and grabbing her clothes. “Pancakes?”
I nod, feeling guilty that I’m using Sam for whatever it is I’m using her for. Comfort? Friendship? Someone to not make me feel like I’m completely crazy? “I’ll make the bacon.”
We cook alongside one another, finally settling down to our early morning meal close to 4:00 AM. She doesn’t ask me anything personal and I choose not to explain why I’ve suddenly asked her here, or what I want from this. Instead, we climb into my bed together and I turn my back to her, knowing she’ll snuggle up behind me. She does, and I wait until I hear her soft snores behind me before I let myself think of Xavier, the pain in his eyes earlier tonight, and how much this all hurts.