“Yeah, probably,” he sighed. “But you love me because I’m a pushover and give you everything you want. Classic brat behavior.”
I guffawed. “Okay, well, whose fault is that? You’ve trained me to expect a certain lifestyle.”
“A certain lifestyle? I’ll show you what fucking lifestyle to expect.”
I giggled into a kiss and let him scoop me off the ground. My legs wrapped around his torso as he walked us into his bedroom. I trapped him with my thighs as he laid me back on his bed, working kisses along my collarbones and down my breastbone. Colt was starting to go lower, but I wasn’t ready for that yet. My hands locked under his arms to pull him back up to my face.
“I want to taste the woman I love,” he said.
I chuckled and tapped the tip of his nose. “That’s very romantic, but I need you to kiss me more.”
He laughed, a dry, raspy sound, then planted a quick kiss on me. “I think kisses are probably more romantic than eating pussy.”
“Well, that’s debatable. But what’s more important is that you love kissing.”
Colton nuzzled my neck, and his words puffed against myear. “I love kissing youandI love kissing your pussy. Maybe both are romantic.”
“Probably one more than the other.”
He grinned and stayed suspended above me on his elbows, eyes softening after he shrugged. “But you love me.”
“Yes. I love you. And you love me.”
Colt’s lips quirked up and he took a moment to examine me. “So much, Violet. I love you so damn much.”
I gripped the back of his neck and pulled him down to my mouth, then latched my ankles behind his lower back. He hummed into my mouth, and we stayed that way for a while, groping, making out, biting, teasing, gasping for air. I savored it all, his delicious weight bearing into me, all the places he was firm, and all the ways his touch was soft.
Things got more aggressive and breathless as we wrestled and tried to pin each other down. He finally got me down, one wrist in each hand.
“Do you have enough data, doc?” he rasped, grinding his cock along my center. “Can I move on to the next stage of the experiment?”
I cackled and wiggled under him. “Let me go and get naked, you goober.”
He hooked his fingers into the waistband of my sweatpants. “You first.”
He sat back on his heels to pull my pants down and over my feet and threw them off the bed. Then he peeled his shirt off by the back collar in one swift move, looking like a god with all his rippling muscles, drowsy eyes with his hair falling just above them, his erection poking up from his sweats. He smirked. “Take a picture. It’ll last longer.”
I shaped my fingers into a frame and held them at different angles until he pounced on me. He pulled me flush to him, wrapped his arms around my waist, and rolled to hisback, putting me on top of him. He shucked my shirt off and started wrestling with my sports bra. “I need to see my favorite titties.”
I couldn’t stop smiling as I sat up in his lap and lifted the bra over my head. His hands coasted up and down my naked torso, eyes tracking the movement. “You are so perfect.”
“So are you.”
“Now that we got that out of the way,” he said, tugging on the backs of my thighs, “come sit on my face so we can decide if it’s romantic or not.”
“You’re sure?” I asked.
He swatted my ass. “Please. Come on. Gimme.”
I crawled up to settle my knees on either side of his head and notched my hands into the headboard. Colton glanced up. “You’re giving it the first test drive. You’ll have to rate the usage experience.”
“Giving what the first test drive?”
“My bed frame. I got new sheets and a new mattress too. But you’re the first to hold the headboard.”
My brow wrinkled. “Wait, why?”
Colt shrugged. “You’re allergic to scented detergent. I didn’t want to risk you having a reaction, so I got new sheets and a new bed.”
