He took my panties, rubbing his thumb along the wet crotch with a smile before shoving them in his pocket. With his eyes focused back on me, I dragged my fingers up my thighs, teasing myself as much as him, and eased my thighs apart.
“Goddamn,” he breathed. His tongue slicked along his lips like a beast looking at his last meal. “Now, unfasten your blouse. I want to play with your sweet little tits while I eat your cunt.”
I whimpered but again looked back at the door, wondering the probability of anyone coming back in. “What if someone comes back in?” I asked.
He sank to his knees between my thighs with a wicked smile. “Good,” he growled. His hands landed on my knees and pushed them wider as he slid down to my core. “Then they can see you’re mine before they get the fuck out. Now, do as I say.”
With trembling hands, I tug each button free. Thankfully, I wore my front clasped bra and only had to give a quick flick for it to fall open. His eyes never left my chest as I inched my shirt open to bare my breasts. My nipples hardened even more under the cool air, pulling so tight they ached.
With a gentle caress, he circled the tip, closing in before giving it a sharp pinch. “The perfect color. Just like your name. Rose.”
“Corbin,” I cried at the stinging pleasure.
He huffed a laugh and pinched again, slowly dropping his broad shoulders between my thighs. His tongue swirled around my belly button and dragged down over my mound.
I panted in anticipation, struggling to keep my hips pinned to the ground and not thrusting up against his mouth so close to where I wanted it but not quite there.
His hand shifted to the other nipple and twisted. The sharp pinch jolted, and I cried out. The pleasure was so intense it jarred a memory loose.
His mouth hovered so close I could feel the heat of his breath against my slick folds, but I needed to know. “Corbin,” I panted. “What was the second thing you needed to say.”
He hesitated a second before lifting his eyes to mine. I held my breath on the edge of begging him to just tell me. Like the devil he was, he lashed between my lips, just grazing my clit and pulling a cry from deep in my chest before answering.
“I wanted you to know that you’re not alone, love.” Another flick of his tongue. Another cry. “I’m falling in love with you, too.”
And with that final confession, he went about showing me what it felt like to never be alone again.