I clenched down as the first orgasm cascaded through me. My legs tightened around his head, and everything in my body felt like it would just grip down. But Corey didn’t miss a beat—he kept going until I lifted his head up to kiss me.
I could taste myself—no, I could taste what Corey had brought. It tasted fantastic. It tasted like boyfriend material.
It tasted like something much more, something much deeper than “boyfriend.” It tasted like something much longer lasting.
“Would be a damn shame,” I said in between kisses. “If as much as you rewarded me, I didn’t get to return the favor.”
“Is that so?” he said. “Then lie back down and let me get inside you.”
“But—”
“You can suck me off in the morning,” he growled. “For now, it’s about you.”
Well. Who was I to say no to that? I laid back down.
“Roll over.”
I did as commanded. I heard Corey taking his pants off and felt his thick, hard cock brushing up on me. It was almost a tease in itself, the way he just brushed up on me without going inside. I reached behind and was able to stroke him without distraction—well, much distraction, anyway—and I made sure to make up for half-assing it earlier. I relished hearing that grunt from him. Only when I heard him say my name did I put him just outside me.
And then he entered, and I was the one groaning and saying his name.
His hands wrapped around me, squeezing my stomach and my breasts, and he pounded on me.
“You’re mine,” he said more than once, the first time just seconds into it, the second almost seemingly perfectly timed with the second orgasm.
I squeezed my eyes and panted as the orgasm washed over me. I came out of it just in time to hear Corey’s breath picking up pace. I was determined to make him come—I had to make him come. I didn’t care how early or quick it was. I wanted the satisfaction of knowing I could get my man offthatquickly.
I thrust my hips into him and took his fingers into my mouth. His breathing intensified, and his cock hardened. I moaned and begged for him to give it to me.
“Fuck!”
And then he did just that. His cock twitched, unleashing everything it had. His warm seed filled me as I moaned gently and said his name, encouraging him and prodding him the entirety of his orgasm.
And when he finished inside of me, just as he had before, I knew that, unlike last time, there would be no hangover.
I might feel exhausted, sure. The day had been long, the weeks ahead would also be long, and there was no certainty for when Corey would finish dealing with King and his club. But hungover? No, that was done.
“Oh, fuck,” Corey said, shaking as he pulled out and kissed me on the neck. “You want to know why I said forever?”
“Because of that?” I said with a laugh.
“That’s part of it, let’s just say,” Corey said, also laughing.
I rolled over, put my hand on his face, and looked in his eyes. We weren’t ready before. But when I held his gaze and looked past his eyes and into his soul, I saw one ready to connect and latch on.
I saw a man no longer afraid of what lay beneath the surface. I saw a reflection of myself, no longer afraid of the future. I saw us no longer afraid to be vulnerable.
“I love you, Corey.”
It was sincere and real.
“And I love you, Melissa.”
And this time, it was forever.
