My Riptide

Chapter 22: Better

WARNING!!!!!!!! SENSITIVE CHAPTER!!!!!!!

Coral-

"Your beautiful, Peach." He whispers loudly.

His words make me want to cry. Instead I hold myself together and push them back. Your doing good Cory just breathe in through your nose out through your mouth. I can continue. I want to continue.

He takes hold of my naked breasts and pushes them together, smoothening them. It feels good. Really good. I close my eyes and lean my head back as he places my nipple in his mouth.

The heat of his tongue feels just as good enough to make me moan and grab the root of his hair. My God, what is he doing to me? How does he make it feels so good. I try to ignore the stinging in between my legs.

He releases my nipple and trails back to my mouth. The kisses are slower but our breathing becomes harder. I try opening my mouth to find air as he bites my bottom lip. It stings a little, but it's not bad compared to the hickeys on my neck. The ice did help though.

Our single hands are still fidgeting with each others. I don't let go of it and pray he does the same.

He makes everything feel so different. I thought it would always feel the same. Awful, painful, uncomfortable, but he makes everything feel okay, I'm safe, it feels good, and I trust him.

I haven't been able to trust anybody my whole life. But I can trust him.

I think I'm ready for him. I want him as much as he wants me. And I'm guessing that's a lot judging from the hardness of his pants earlier.

Like damn I haven't had even barley touched him yet, he was the one doing all the touching. Just saying.

His neck gets closer and I take that as my chance to kiss it. I tug on it before he pulls away a little and groans.

We are paused looking at each other. He has his eyes trained on my mouth.

"Look at you." He mumbles underneath his breath and takes his thumb to my swollen lips.

I gulp, trying to keep my legs from twitching at the burn between them.

He leans more on top of me holding himself up with his elbows. I bite my bottom lip as he watches. I thrust into him pleading for us to continue only to feel the hardness of himself, harder than before. Is that possible?

"Fuck," he curses underneath his breath, squeezing my hand and curling his fingers in between mine, "you want more don't you?"

I nod my head. In through your nose out through your mouth, Cory.

Trust. Trust him. I tell myself

"Peach." He starts.

"Please." My breath short, I lean my head back.

"Are you sure? We don't have to." He says. Well I think I'm sure. I just don't want the moment to pass and I won't feel it again. I want to know if it could feel different.

"Yes, I-I want to." I slightly stutter.

He glances up at me as I guide his hands down to my waist. They soon end up at the waistband of my shorts. I lift my hips upward so he can take them off along with my underwear.

Okay they're off. In through your nose out through your mouth.

I gulp as I pull his shirt off for him. He pushes down his sweatpants and is left in his boxers.

He looks nervous, I'm definitely nervous. I can feel myself sweating and it's not even hot in here. I watch him open a drawer to his night stand and pull out a condom.