"Hey." I grin sheepishly at her. Without saying a word, she throws her arms round me and pulls me into a cuddle. I stiffen briefly, then find myself relaxing. How can I not? She just feels right to me.
She lets me go and I fight the urge to cling to her, to kiss her, to tell her how I feel.
"So, what we gonna watch?" she asks, and with that she's in my living room and kicking off her shoes.
Ok, you can do this, I counsel myself as I follow her nonchalantly, then drop onto my couch. I watch her as she shrugs out of her jacket. As always, I fixate on the curve of her hips and have to drag my eyes off her before she catches me staring.
Corey turns and looks at me, gives an impish grin, and then she's standing over me, I get butterflies in my stomach, don't know what to do. She leans over and kisses me. I am so shocked I don't even respond. This doesn't deter her. She straddles my knee, wraps her fingers through my hair, and kisses me deeply. I moan into her mouth and kiss her back. Before long my hands find their way onto her back, one hand on the small of her back and the other at the nape of her neck. Pulling her to me, I start to take back some control. Why does this woman have that effect on me? She is the inexperienced one, and yet I am the one acting like I've never even kissed a woman.
I kiss her slowly and deeply, caressing her tongue with mine in long sensuous strokes. She responds in the same way, and again it's like we have always been kissing each other. No awkwardness, just us and the simple pleasure of kissing.
Taking her tongue in my mouth, I suck it gently, briefly, unsure about whether she will like it. The deep moan that escapes her lips is all the encouragement I need, and I suck it again, this time longer.
I feel her start to move against my knee, grinding into me, and I can't help but move with her.
My hands are on her hips, encouraging her to rest her weight on my thigh so that when she grinds, her clit rubs hard against me.
Fuck, it's so hot, and I can feel myself getting wetter and wetter as I move with her. We stop kissing and our eyes lock. The pure lust I feel is mirrored in her eyes. I feel a wet patch starting to develop on my thigh, and I let out a deep, guttural groan.
Corey starts to grind harder on me, and my hands are on her back again, pulling her slightly forward, controlling the tempo. Her breathing comes in short gasps, and she starts to call my name.
Fuck, is there anything sexier?
I pull her to me and kiss her hard and demandingly, crushing her lips to mine as she cums, riding my leg. She flops forward and leans her head on my shoulder just like last night as I hold her. Listen to her breathing gradually return to normal. Listen to my heartbeat skip and dance with what we have just done... again.
My thoughts trail away. There is only the comfort of holding this woman.
She lifts her head and kisses me, a deep, passionate kiss. Then slides off me, nestles herself to me on the couch and asks again... "So, what are we watching?"
