I’m still on fire.
Still waiting.
I deepen the kiss, hoping to stir him again, and it works. His cock presses into my stomach, hardening. I grin against his lips and stroke him until he’s fully hard once more.
He grabs my panties and tears them clean off.
Yes.
His body pins me to the wall, his mouth trailing along my neck, stopping to suck beneath my ear. I lift one leg and wrap it around him, giving him access. His fingers find my clit and rub in firm, perfect circles. I jolt. Moan. Rock into his hand while his other grasps my throat.
Weeks of waiting come crashing down on me.
My body tenses, hips bucking, every nerve lit up like fire.
Colt kisses me deeper, his tongue matching the rhythm of his fingers when my orgasm hits hard, and I cry out into his mouth, trembling in his arms.
My leg gives out, but he catches me easily, lifting and carrying me to the bed. He tosses me down, and I giggle at the bounce, breathless and happy.
I’m ready.
IknowI can do this.
He crawls between my legs, kissing me fiercely. One hand caresses my hip while the other supports his weight.
But he’s hesitating.
Pulling back.
“Colt,pleasemake love to me,” I whisper.
He kisses me gently, almost too gently. I push my tongue into his mouth, trying to coax him back into the moment. His hips rock once, and I tilt mine in response, craving him.
But again, he stops.
“I’m fine,” I whisper. “I just came, and it didn’t hurt. Ineedyou.”
His eyes search mine, full of worry.
Then, finally, he presses forward.
The stretch is perfect. My body aches for it. I gasp, my eyes glistening with the pleasure as I lift my hips, needing more. But just as Colt pushes in further, he freezes.
“I’m fine, Colt. Please don’t stop—”
But I see it.
The fear in his eyes.
He shakes his head and pulls out, rolling away from me.
I whimper at the loss. “Colt! What’s wrong?”
He sits on the edge of the bed, head in his hands. “Fuck, Dee… why did I let you talk me into this?”
“Colt, you didn’t hurt me.”
He doesn’t look at me. “You were crying.”
