My jaw fell open. “You’re serious?”
“Yeah? Why wouldn’t I be?” We exchanged a long look, his face framed by my thighs. His eyes darkened and he squeezed my ass. “You can thank me by letting me eat you out.”
Well, he asked for it.
I lowered my hips onto his face and the pleasure seared through me: tender lips, skilled tongue, harsh stubble, rocking hips, and squeezing hands. I gripped the headboard and held on for dear life, the sensations taking over. “Colt, it’s so good.”
I sat forward, resting my hands on my thighs and throwingmy ass back with abandon, not even caring how lewd I looked. I was with Colton: the man who supported me through anything and everything. I had no doubt that he liked doing this to me, his hand reaching to my neck and dragging between my breasts. His other hand cupped my ass, accentuating my movements as they got more stilted. He moaned against me again and I sank into the experience: riding his face, squeezing my breasts, and relishing in his tight grip on my ass.
I started to shake, but Colt didn’t let up until I was a mess of nonsense sounds, his name, and cussing. As I crested the peak, I looked down to find his eyes wide and nothing short of awe-struck. He finished with a long suck over my entire slit, cleaning me up with his mouth.
“That was insane,” I managed, and he looked like he was in a trance, licking his lips.
I reached behind me to stroke him and he hissed. “Not yet. I’m too turned on right now. I want to save it.”
I lifted off his chest and lay down beside him. He turned on his side to gaze into my eyes. I put a gentle hand on his waist and observed the mess I’d made: around his mouth, all down his neck, even on his chest. I leaned forward and kissed his chest, then placed my hand on his heart.
“I’m so in love with you,” he said.
I laced our hands together. “I think maybe that wins the romantic prize.” Colt’s husky laugh puffed against my lips until he kissed me. “I think I’m pretty in love with you too. I’m a mess for you.”
He grinned and tipped his chin to look at his chest, still wet from my arousal. “You made a mess of me.”
I smiled. “You let me be messy with you, in all the ways. You don’t know how much I’ve needed that. Needed you.”
“You don’t even know the half of it, Violet.” Colton tuggedme into a tight hug and I kissed his neck. Our kissing started up again, his cock pressing against my abdomen, and my mind pushed for something I’d never been able to have.
I pushed away from Colton and gazed into his eyes. “I want to try something.”
“Yeah. Anything.”
With a soft kiss to his lips, I stitched our top hands together where we lay on our sides. “I might get scared.”
Colt’s eyes softened. “I’ll be right here. What do you want me to do if you get scared?”
“Just be you.”
A tiny smile turned his lips up. “I can do that. Guide me where you want me.”
Slowly, I shifted to my back and Colt stayed on his side, head in his hand and propped on his elbow. I put our joined hands on my stomach. “Touch me.”
Colton dragged light fingers over my stomach, slow circles combing from just below my breasts to just above my pussy. “Is that good?”
“Yes.”
Colt’s eyes followed the movements of his fingers as they drifted higher, tickling over my nipples. I closed my eyes and arched up, encouraging him to take more. “You’re so beautiful, Violet.”
His palm cupped my breast and his mouth lowered to work my nipple, loving and treasuring. When he pulled away, I met his eyes. “I’m going to turn over.”
Colt nodded. “I’m right here.”
I flipped to my opposite side, facing away from Colton and moving my hair back behind me. Colt caressed my hair, helping me arrange it. I looked over my shoulder to find him staring at my backside. This was serious, but I had to bring some levity to the situation. “Nice view?”
His hand landed on my waist. “You could say that.”
Our eyes met and I twined my bottom hand with his across my stomach. “Will you spoon me?”
“Yeah. I’m hard, though.”
