I could briefly see my own reflection looking back at me from her eyes before her lips met mine. And then my eyes closed involuntarily as my body leaned toward her, wanting to get closer to the warmth she represented: physically and emotionally.
As I felt her breasts press against me, I felt two small hard stubs poking into me from them. With that, my arousal addled brain managed to understand that not only had Corrine come here to see me in the dead of night, but she'd come either without a bra to begin with or she'd ditched it sometime between starting to come here and getting past security to reach my room.
I'd always known Corrine had a daring streak to her, but this... this felt like something else entirely.
As she slowly drew her lips away from mine after that sensuous kiss, my head followed her for a few inches of its own volition before I realized what I was doing and opened my eyes. Her blue eyes glimmered in the darkness of the room, causing me to briefly hold my breath as her right hand left mine and her hands started roaming my hospital gown clad shoulders while her lips attached themselves to my racing pulse point.
“Corrine,” I quietly gasped out, hands reaching her sides as my mind felt like it was screeching to a halt even as my hands traced her clothed contours, trying to map ever path and line of her in a way the occasional over clothes massage never could.
Her right index finger briefly but insistently rested on my lips.
“Shhh. No talking. Just enjoy,” she instructed quietly.
All I could do was nod my head dumbly in response. By now I had mostly kicked the blanket to the foot of the bed, beneath my bare feet as her scrubs clad pelvis inched further and further toward my furiously throbbing other head. But soon she passed by it, her head now level with my overeager cock.
My hands were gripping the bedspread, unsure what to do with themselves now that they no longer had her sinfully tempting body to trace. As the moonlight caught her canary eating expression, I couldn’t help but think she was probably too accurate with her Viking ancestry jokes as the first thing that immediately sprang to my mind was the image of a heavenly Valkyrie descended to bring a mere man to a promised land he never dreamed he would experience.
Though if Corrine could’ve read my thoughts in that moment, she’d have no doubt cracked up over how cheesy and over the top it sounded. But hey, first real sexual experience outside the world of fantasy remember? It’d be stranger if my brain didn’t attach a lot of poetic license to it.
Her face came closer to my upright dick, her hot breath washing over it and causing small shudders to race through my veins.
“I can definitely work with this,” she said, her soft tone one of approval.
Her mouth descended and my thought processes blanked out.
The warm wetness, the feeling of her tongue languidly running up and down my quivering shaft. It was all almost too much. But I closed my eyes and bit my lip almost hard enough to draw blood. That managed to stave it off for some time. As her head bobbed up and down, my pelvis couldn’t help but respond with smaller thrusts of its own, my hands still maintaining their **** grip on the sheet underneath me.
As I felt the inevitable start to creep up on me, I tried to warn her.
“Corrine,” I hissed, trying to get her attention.
She answered with a questioning hum while still lavishing attention on my cock, causing the feeling to accelerate in my heated body.
“I’m gonna-” I gasped, trying to finish while my body demanded I stop committing sexual sacrilege and just focus on the pleasure I was receiving from this beautiful young woman.
I tried again: pretty damn certain that, making things up to me or not, she probably wouldn’t be inclined to swallow what was brewing in my balls.
“I’m getting close!” I finally managed to hiss out, tossing my head a bit as I tried with all my might to stave off what was coming. No pun intended.
Her warm mouth finally left my cock as her smooth hand continued stroking me.
“Let it all out,” she whispered.
At last given the all clear, my hips rose at least an inch or two from the bedding as I released all the pent-up tension her extremely pleasurable lip service had built inside me.
The feelings it evoked in me… too many and too fast and too much all at once to really put into words. But when at last I was done and my body had settled into what I guess you could call the afterglow, I could feel my consciousness fading. I definitely didn’t want to be one of those guys who went to sleep as soon as they were done but I was so tired and so euphoric, not to mention coming down off the first feeling of this kind I’d ever experienced (that hadn’t originated from Mary Palm and her quintuplets I mean), I couldn’t help it.
As I lost myself to the darkness of dreaming again, I thought I felt her lips brush my forehead, her blonde hair slightly tickling my ears as it hung into my head.
“Sweet dreams, Ian,” she whispered to me. “Don’t ever doubt how loved you are.”
My sleep that night was dreamless. And when I woke in the early part of the morning, the only evidence of Corrine's passing in the night was the blanket bunched at the foot of my bed. She’d even gone so far as to clean me instead of letting me crust and dry. Truly considerate all things considered.
But I didn’t truly understand what any of this signified, if anything. Not until much later.
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