“I can. The last thing we need to do is the ordering but I’ll fill out that paperwork and let you see it before I send it in.”
“Deal.” Corey took me by surprise as he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. It took less than a second for my lips to respond and even less time than that for my body to want more. My hands laced together behind his neck as I held him to me. His hands locked behind my back bringing me to my feet, pressing our bodies even closer together. His need for me set everything south of my waist on fire making me long for him to take me right here.
“Let’s go upstairs,” he said against my lips. “I need for you to make me not regret agreeing to wear those damn red shirts.” I smiled against his lips and nodded. Which wasn’t the easiest since our faces were still attached at the mouth, but he managed to get the message. We parted and he waved to Sanders to let him know we were leaving as he pulled me from the bar. The whole way up his steps we paused to let our lips work magic up and down the length of each other’s necks.
Once the apartment door was shut behind us, we ripped the clothes from our bodies. Letting fingers and tongues trail across the bare flash. Corey dropped to his knees as his hands roamed over my sides. His tongue teased and tortured me until I was almost to my climax. My body was panting with need while my fingers locked into his hair, pulling him closer. Moments before I was about to fly over the top he stopped the stroking. A whine of protest forced itself through my panting lips. His hooded eyes traveled the length of my body and met mine with a smirk. He knew what he was doing to me and what he was keeping me from. Talk about sexual frustration.
“Please.” I begged.
“Oh baby, you didn’t think I was going to give you want you wanted quite so easily, did you?” Damn—it was going to suck if he continued teasing me that way.
“Corey please, I’m so close.”
“I know you are, Sweets.” His hot breath blew against my swollen lips; my eyes rolled back into my head. I cried out when his tongue and fingers dove back into bringing me to the edge. All it was going to take was one more flick of his tongue and I knew I was going to experience something so incredible I feared I’d pass out. Once again, Corey stopped and left me groaning in need.
“Damn it!” I shrieked. Corey chuckled into my stomach as he pressed kisses up my body. Slowly he stood cupping my face in his hands and let his lips move with mine. It wasn’t the commanding kiss I expected; it was soft and sensual taking my riled up body to a level I didn’t think was possible. His hand left my cheek and trailed down between my legs once more stroking the demanding need I had for him.
“I can’t take that again,” I whimpered against his lips. My eyes had closed at his touch but when I opened them again he was staring down at me and I knew he couldn’t wait either.
“I’m done teasing you, baby, I need to be inside of you.” Corey walked us to the closest piece of furniture in the room—the couch. He spun me around and with his hand between my shoulder blades, bent me over. My body was crying for him and when he drove himself deep inside, I screamed out. A low guttural growl rang from him before he began pumping in and out with such force, I wondered how we weren’t breaking the couch.
My orgasm ripped through me right away and before I could come down from the euphoric feelings coursing through my veins I felt another building. By the second, Corey was falling over the edge with me his fingers digging into my hips. He wound an arm around my waist and pulled me up against his chest. I leaned back into his hard chest for support as my body was spent. Never before has a man brought me so close to the edge before stopping and going again. It was torture in the moment but the release made me see stars and took me out of this world. Mind-blowing. That was the only word that came