Notever.
After we pull up in the driveway, Colt ushers me to the front door. We’re both silent as we go inside, and I decide to head to bed. Colt obviously has the same idea. Either that or he’s following me to make sure I’m okay, but we have yet to utter a word.
Once inside the bedroom, I lean down, taking off my dress, leaving me in my bra and panties as Colt watches me. I’m getting a little concerned about him. He’s so quiet, and the way he’s watching me is making me think he’s not okay.
And while my emotions are all over the place, I understand what he needs. Deep down, I know I need the same. To let go and just be, so I keep my gaze on him.
He shrugs out of his jeans, his cock springing free, and I think he’s going to take me right here, right now.But he doesn’t.Colt drops to his knees in front of me, and a flame ignites behind his blue eyes. He still hasn’t said a word, letting me take control, and while I have no illusion he will let me keep this up, I’m running with it. He slides my panties down, and I drape my leg over his shoulder, threading my fingers into his hair, pulling him to my center as I lean back against the wall.
Colt needs no further guidance as he slides his tongue between my folds, my fingers tug at his hair, shoving his face further as I buck my hips into him. He groans, pulling my other leg up so I’m balanced with my legs over his shoulders and my back against the wall. I’ll never get over his strength as he holds me completely above him, then he grips my ass cheeks, holding me in place as he feasts on me. I scream out when he nips at my clit, then slides his tongue to my now slick entrance. My legs tremble, squeezing the sides of his face, and my hips rock, seeking more.
When he pushes his tongue inside, I’m done for. My climax hits so hard that I tense, holding him in place. All thoughts and cares leave me as I drown in the absolute bliss wracking my body. It isn’t until a sharp sting on the side of my ass cheek radiates up my spine that I realize I am still at Colt’s mercy.
Immediately, I let go, and he pulls back, his breath coming hard and fast. He doesn’t say anything as he lets my feet fall to the floor. Luckily, not for long, as I don’t think I could holdmyself up. He quickly steps in closer and lifts me under the legs, moving his cock into place and slamming up into me. My breath catches at the force, but it’s welcomed.
Each time he thrusts, the force causes my back to slide up and down the wall, and his grip on my hips will no doubt leave bruises. There is a mix of pain and pleasure that has me already teetering on the edge.
We are both panting, and sweat covers our bodies. Colt adjusts his hold, taking a wrist in one hand, his grip possessive, and slams it against the wall above my head. I squeak through a strangled moan. This is the dominant Colt I have craved, my pussy clenching around him.
“Fuck, Dee,” he groans out, leaning his forehead against my chest.
“Colt, let go. I want you to fucking own me. Make me forget,” I plead, pulling his head back with my free hand. His blue eyes glow with desire, but with something else as well. I’m sure he sees the same in mine.
“Dammit, Dee. I’m barely holding on,” Colt confesses.
“Let. Go,” I reply, leaning down and biting his lip, eliciting a growl.
His eyes search mine, no doubt looking for permission. My eyes well with tears, hoping he sees I need this as much as he does. Then, without words, he grabs my chin, pulling me to him in a bruising kiss before pulling back and staring at me. “Keep your eyes on me, Dee. I meant it,” Colt orders, and I dip my chin in silent agreement.
Colt slides his hand from my chin to my throat, where he holds firmly. It’s not enough that I can’t breathe, but it’s enough to keep me in place. His other hand still holds my wrist above my head as he thrusts sharply.
Our world was shattered today. Like the proverbial rug was yanked out from under us. I need this side of Colt to remindme I’m his, and that’s all that matters. I want to drown in him. Without Colt, I don’t know how I could get through this.
“More,” I rasp out, my eyes locked with his.
With a deep growl, he pulls me to him, squeezing my throat a little more, pressing his lips against mine. I open for him, and his tongue tangles with mine in a frenzy. He continues to slam up into me, harder and faster. Even if I could take a full breath, his movements would quickly steal the air from my lungs.
My eyes start to close on their own, my head dizzy and free from all thought. But my bliss is cut off when Colt pulls his lips away, resting his forehead to mine. Then he loosens his hold on my throat and stills. “Eyes. On. Me,” he demands, panting for breath. My eyes snap open, connecting with his, as he pulls back, watching me. “Hold on, Mrs. Slade.” Colt lets go of my wrist, and I grab his shoulders, my nails digging in.
Then Colt truly lets go, using one hand to rub my clit and the other to grip my throat. He clutches me to him, our foreheads pressed together as he owns my body. Just as I’m starting to get dizzy from the lack of air, he loosens his fingers, allowing me to take in just enough so I don’t pass out. It’s intoxicating, a feeling I could become addicted to with him. I clench around him, squeezing him as my climax hits with such force that if he didn’t have a hold on me, my head would fall back, hitting the wall.
He pounds into me in a studdered rhythm, chasing his release. Then, shifting his hold on me, he grips my ass, pushing me into the wall with each thrust. I lazily lay my head back, then thread my fingers through his hair and pull, forcing him to look up at me. “I fucking love you, Colter Slade,” I profess while tightening around his shaft, milking him for all he has.
As he lets go, each jolt of his release hits my G-spot, and I come undone, following him over the edge.
“Fuuuck,” he yells, his shoulders shaking as he lowers me from the wall, setting me on my feet.
Exhaustion hits, and I’m physically and emotionally drained.
The tears freefall as it all sets in.
Colt stumbles on the spot, then falls to his knees with his face buried in his hands. The sight breaks me, and I slide to the floor, pulling him to me. He brings his head up into my chest and sobs uncontrollably.
He’s broken.
I watch my husband, my rock, fall apart, and I can’t stand it, but I hold him tightly like my life depends on it.
“I love you. I fucking love you, Dee.”
