“Holy…f-fucking…shit,” he stammers, shuffling on his knees across the ground. His cheeks are flushed, and the sudden change in his expression is so fucking cute. “That’s…come over here. I’m starving, honey.”
My core trembles, and I comb my fingers through his thick hair, pulling him to the hot space between my thighs. When his tongue drags languidly up my slit, we both moan.
For a minute, I let him slowly explore with kisses and soft licks, reveling in his tenderness. But he circles around my clit, making my knees buckle, and I can’t help but tighten the grip I have on the back of his skull. I bury his face until he smells and tastes and hears and sees nothing but me.
He treats my pussy like it’s his last meal. Colt licks and sucks until I’m writhing, fingernails dug into his scalp. The muscles in my butt and thighs strain to keep me upright as the hum of an orgasm threatens to overtake me.
“Fuck, don’t stop.” I grind against his face, shaking and gasping as pleasure consumes me. “I love you.”
Holy shit.I did not just say that.
I didnotjust confess my love while he’s eating me out.
Praying he didn’t hear—after all, he’s probably in a state of sensory overload down there—I grit my teeth and try to focus my attention back on the tingling in my thighs and the warmth of his breath on my skin.
Through thick lashes, he shoots me a look as his eager tongue strokes become firmer, frenzied against my pussy.
He heard.
But there’s no time to overthink with his hums of pleasure and hot breath vibrating across my hypersensitive clit. Entire body quivering, my stomach flexes as a rising tide of pleasure threatens to sweep me off my feet, and I lean into it. Holding tight to his hair, I force his insistent pressure to hit the same spot over and over.
“I’m—holy fuck—I’m going to come.” I pitch forward so my head’s resting on a saddle. The smooth leather’s surprisingly cool against my flushed cheek. “Colt.Please.”
It’s too intense. I cry out and my hips buck against his mouth. My front teeth dig into the worn leather. And without Colt’s steady hands on my ass to hold me in place, it takes everything in me not to squirm away from the sheer intensity of it all. The forceful climax tears through me, and when my frenetic humping of his face slows down, so does his tongue. Ice cream licks lap up every drop of my cum until I’m releasing my hold on his hair and taking an unsteady step back. My dress flutters down around my calves once again.
“Honey, I’m gonna need you to untie me,” he says calmly, slowly rising to his feet.
His cock juts out proudly, swollen and needy and absolutely fucking delicious looking. He stares intently into my eyes, resolute as he repeats it. “Untie me, Whit.”
I wet my lips, gaze still flitting between his face and his groin. “Why should I?”
“Because…” Kicking his jeans to the side, he steps in so his cock, slick with arousal, presses against my stomach. “Because unless I can touch you, I can’t show you how much I love you. And I really fucking love you.”
Colt
With a careful tug, Whit loosens the rope around my wrists. My skin’s tender and red—not from her tying me up too tight, but from the way I was squirming and pulling against it as I licked her beautiful cunt, sweet and musky and hot on my tongue. All I wanted was to break free of the binding and grab her. Especially after she quietly murmured that she loved me as she did her best to fight the urge to give in, to let it all go and come in my mouth.
But she did. I wasn’t letting up until her body contracted and relaxed with a stilted moan.
Now she’s letting my hands free, and I can’t be blamed for what I’m about to do.
The second the rope hits the floor with athunk,my palms are gripping either side of her jaw, pulling her in for a kiss. My cock presses against her, and the simple feel of her skin is so intense I hiss under my breath.
Pushing the skirt of her dress up, I grab a handful and bunch it in my sweaty hand, exposing her from the waist down. She’s so fucking beautiful, and I’m the lucky son of a bitch who gets to love her the way she deserves.
Never taking my hands off her, I back her against the wall, and she winces at the discomfort of rough wood planks on her skin. But it’s only temporary. Seconds later, my ass stingswhen she slaps it, and she sinks her claws into my flesh to urge me forward.
Her leg slings around my hips, and she steals every last bit of air from my lungs with her kiss. I need to feel her pussy gripping my cock like a fist. And since the first time she let me come inside her, I’ve been overcome with an insatiable need to pump her full of cum every fucking day.
Still holding her dress up and out of the way, I drop my other hand to my shaft, fisting it from root to tip a few times while the tip nudges her drenched clit. My lips ghost over her cheek and press to the shell of her ear.
“I need…” Right next to my ear, she inhales sharply through her teeth, giving my ass another firm squeeze. “You have to fuck me. Right now.”
Just me and her, everything else melts away, and her hips lift to guide my cock. One slow drag between her soaked pussy lips has it wet enough that, despite my best efforts to linger—to tease—it slips right in.
I gasp.
Relief and torture in the sexiest package.
