I opened my eyes to find my chest flushed like I,indeed, had not been breathing. I licked my lips and, bending more forward, pressed my hips back into him. “Fuck,” I sighed.
“There you go, baby. Take what you want. You can drive.”
I brought his hands back to my breasts for leverage and slapped my ass back against him, over and over. The fear flashed through me for a second, but I grounded myself with his eyes in the mirror, his familiar scent, his breath on my shoulder, his groans and moans that I knew so well.
“You look beautiful.”
“Rub my clit,” I begged. “Make me feel good.”
His lips met my temple again and he watched my face as his hand started to work on me. “You want me to take the lead again?”
I nodded. “Fuck me. Please.”
Colton’s pace doubled, but he still wasn’t pounding me. I spread my legs wider and leaned more forward, his fingers on my clit getting me closer and closer to the edge.
“You should be so fuckin’ proud of yourself,” he rasped in my ear.
I grinned, meeting his gaze over my shoulder. “Because I take you so good?”
Colt wrinkled his nose with his signature laugh. “Yeah, baby. You were made for me.”
We kissed over my shoulder, languid and sloppy. I moved his hand so he could squish my breasts together, or as well as they would, pressing his fingertips into my nipples.
“Faster,” I groaned against his lips.
Colt picked up the pace. “Look at yourself, Violet. Look how gorgeous you are.”
In the mirror, I had quite the sight: my body jolting against each thrust, his big hands on my body, forearms flexing as he rubbed me. I stepped my feet wider, relishing in his balls slapping my clit.
“Vi, your ass. Fuck. I’m close.”
I put my hand over his and rubbed faster. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I panted, my voice going higher with each word.
“Come on my cock, baby. Show me how you own what’s yours.”
I reached a hand back to clutch the side of his neck. “You’re mine, Colton.”
“All yours, baby. You’ve always had me.”
With a couple of hard slams back against him, my mouth dropped open and I pulsed around him. Pleasure, his lips, his words, everything in my body tightening and releasing.
I gripped my own breast, and Colt put his hand over mine. Rutting into me once more, with one hand on my breast and the other clawing my stomach, Colt shuddered and came undone.
“Look at us,” I cried, my orgasm still throbbing along with his.
His arms wrapped tight around me as I fell back against his chest. “Fucking perfect.” He kissed my temple. “You did so good.”
I smiled, and in the mirror I could see how genuinely happy I was. The man behind me, in me, around me, gave me a love so overwhelming, so safe, that I didn’t know how to contain myself. “I love you.”
Colt peppered kisses from my cheek down my neck. “I’ve been loving you.”
I rolled my eyes and laughed. “It’s not a contest.”
He pursed his lips. “That sucks, because if it was, I’d win.”
I slapped his pec over my shoulder. On some relieved giggles and with a hand on my hip, Colt pulled out of me. I braced my hands on the sink, watching Colton’s release running down my inner thighs. “You like that?”
“It’s pretty hot. I look hot like this,” I said, seeing myself ina new light. I looked used: chest splotchy, lips red, cheeks flushed, streaky spots where Colton’s hands dragged across my body, his cum on my thighs. But it wasn’t degrading. It was fucking sexy. I took what I wanted, and after I spent some time getting comfortable, I fuckinglovedit. Every mark, every streak, was a sign of Colt’s love, of the fiery desire between us.
