"Please what?"
"Touch me. Really touch me."
He unhooked her bra with steady fingers and let it fall away. Her breasts were full and soft, the nipples already peaked from cold or arousal or both. He cupped them gently, reverently, and she gasped at the contact.
"Like this?"
"Yes." The word came out breathy, uneven. "More."
He lowered his head and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking gently, rolling it with his tongue. She cried out, her fingers diving into his hair, holding him against her. He lavished attention on one breast, then the other, until she was tremblingand making desperate little sounds that went straight to his cock.
"Bed," she managed. "Now."
He eased her back onto the mattress, following her down, his body covering hers without crushing her. The contact was electric, bare skin against bare skin, and his bear rumbled with satisfaction at finally having her beneath him.
But he held back. This wasn't about claiming. This was about showing her what she meant to him, about earning her trust with every touch.
He kissed his way down her body. Her throat, where her pulse fluttered wildly. Her collarbone, the dip between her breasts. The soft swell of her stomach, the jut of her hipbones. He hooked his fingers in the waistband of her underwear and looked up at her.
"Still okay?"
"If you stop now, I will kill you."
He grinned against her skin and pulled the fabric down her legs, leaving her bare before him. She was gorgeous. Pale blonde curls between her thighs, her pussy glistening with arousal. The scent of her hit him like a drug, sweet and musky and utterly intoxicating.
"Corin." Her voice cracked. "What are you?—"
He lowered his head and licked a slow stripe through her folds.
She bucked against him with a sharp cry, her thighs clenching around his head. He settled his hands on her hips, holding her steady, and set about learning every secret of her body.
She was responsive. God, she was responsive. Every swipe of his tongue drew a new sound from her lips. Moans and gasps and half-formed words that might have been his name. Hecircled her clit with the tip of his tongue, then sucked gently, and she nearly came off the bed.
"Oh god. Oh god, Corin, I can't?—"
"You can." He slid one finger inside her, feeling her clench around him. Tight and hot and wet. "Let go, Chloe. I've got you."
He worked her with his mouth and his hand, building the pressure slowly, backing off when she got too close, dragging out the pleasure until she was writhing beneath him, begging incoherently.
"Please. Please, I need?—"
"Tell me what you need."
"You. Inside me. Please."
He kissed his way back up her body, pausing to worship her breasts again before claiming her mouth. She could taste herself on his lips, and instead of pulling away, she kissed him harder, her tongue tangling with his.
He reached down to unfasten his jeans, shoving them and his boxers down his hips. His cock sprang free, hard and aching, and when it brushed against her thigh, she made a sound that was half moan, half whimper.
"I don't have—" he started.
"I'm on birth control. And I'm clean."
"So am I."
"Then stop talking and?—"
He silenced her with a kiss as he positioned himself at her entrance. One slow, steady push, and he was inside her.
