Painting Our Destiny [COMPLETE]

The Secret

Chapter 42:

A warm hand ran down my bare leg, warming my cold skin as it pressed my leg down into the bed. A pair of soft lips moved against mine slowly as I resumed consciousness. A hard body leant over mine, pushing me into the mattress. I moaned as a warm tongue slipped inside my mouth. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him into me as a wide smile ran across my lips.

"Morning little something," he mumbled as he began trailing tender kisses down my neck, burying his head into my neck.

"Morning dumb ass."

Best way to be woken up ever!

I rested my head into the crook of his neck as my heart began to pulse. His hand moved up my leg, caressing the skin with his thumb as it made circles over it.

"You know I never knew dungarees could look so sexy until I saw you yesterday," he said whilst gently kissing up my jaw.

I chuckled," I know. Your reaction made it pretty obvious; you couldn't keep your hands off me."

"For good reason," he nibbled on my earlobe, making me bite my lip as tingles ran down my body. Sitting up, I pushed against his naked chest so he rolled onto his back. I quickly got up and straddled him but stopped moving when I became aware of the throbbing in my head.

"Damn hangover," I groaned as my body slumped, pressing into Corey's hips. Only then was when I realised I was sitting on his dick and that we were both completely naked. My cheeks flushed as Corey's hands ran up my thighs in a tender motion. His eyes swept over me once before they returned to my face.

"I know baby," he stroked my cheek before passing me some water and ibuprofen from the bedside table. I quickly took the pill before setting the glass back onto the table, ignoring his double meaning.

"I guess you already took one," I observed as his face wasn't scrunched in any sort of discomfort. He nodded as he held my hands in his on his chest, his thumb trailing circles on my palms.

"I also don't get very bad hangovers anyway and it's clear you don't either," he smiled at another thing we have in common.

As the ibuprofen kicked in I took the chance to look around the room we ended up in last night. It was a simple beige themed guest bedroom with subtle purple furnishings on the bed and curtains. There wasn't much else but the bed we were lying on and a chest of draws against the wall. Sun was streaming through a small crack in the closed curtains, it's yellow light cascading across the floor at the foot of the bed, where our clothes were dumped.

"You won't believe what I saw yesterday..," I paused to add to the effect when I remembered something that could possibly disrupt my life considerably or make me so proud, depending on how things worked out.

"Yeah?" Corey's teeth tugged on his lip as he look up at me with wide puppy brown, expecting eyes. I so wanted to just melt into them but I was equally as eager to tell him this.

"I saw Hattie making out with someone."

He nodded. His eyebrows pulled together slightly as he tried to figure out what was so amazing. It was becoming increasingly hard to focus as I could feel Corey's dick growing against my skin. I knew he was trying not to think about the position we were in but that clearly wasn't working.