He slides a thick finger inside me, curling it expertly to hit my sweet spot, and I cry out. His tongue and finger move in perfect sync, pushing me to the edge so fast I’m trembling, writhing beneath him. The pressure is unbearable, deliciously so. My hands tighten in his hair as my thighs clamp around his head, and then… I detonate.
My orgasm crashes through me like a tidal wave. I scream Colt’s name, body seizing and shaking as he keeps licking me through it, drawing out every last tremor. When the shudders finally start to ease, he slows, easing his finger out, his mouth kissing my thigh before I collapse back, panting.
I can’t speak. I don’t even know if I can breathe.
Colt looks up at me, his mouth glistening, and chuckles darkly. “Good?” he asks.
I manage a weak nod and mumble something incoherent.
He climbs onto the bed, settling between my legs again, his cock rigid and ready, hovering just above where I ache for him the most.
“I love you, Dee,” he says roughly. “You’re the epitome of beauty to me. You’ve always turned me on, and it’s been hell staying away from you. But you have to promise…” He rubs a hand through his hair, his hesitation unenviable. “You will tell me if anything hurts.”
I nod, too breathless to speak, and his mouth crashes onto mine. I taste myself on his tongue, and somehow it turns me on even more. His body presses into me, skin to skin, and it’s like heaven.
I’ve missed this.
Missed him.
My hands run up his back, over those hard shoulder blades as he grinds against me. His cock finds my entrance, and I gasp, my hips tilting in invitation.
He enters me slowly, inch by inch, and we both moan, long and deep. He sinks into me fully, and it’s likeeverythingclicks back into place.
We still, just breathing, just being in that connection.
My heart swells as I meet his gaze, his sparkling blue eyes brimming with lust and love. He begins to move, slow and deliberate, like he’s savoring every second. He slides out and back in, hips rocking with control, his cock rubbing every sensitive inch of me. I tilt my pelvis, needing more, and he obliges, going deeper.
His pace builds, and his rhythm is steady but increasing.
Passion coils tight between us.
Then his hand grabs my wrist, pinning it above my head.
Yes.
And his other hand wraps around my neck.
Yes.
The dominance, the strength in his grip, it’s exactly what I need. So I kiss him harder, matching his thrusts, our bodies moving as one. He growls into my mouth, hips driving deeper. His rhythm changes—grinding, rotating, fucking—and I cry out with every shift.
“Oh, baby…” He moans, circling his hips to hit just the right angle.
I buck beneath him, overwhelmed, the fire inside me threatening to explode again. He grits his teeth, thrusting faster, deeper. His hands tighten just a little more.
My orgasm builds—unstoppable.
I whimper, my body clenching around him, and he growls again, fucking me harder.
Then it happens, everything breaks. I scream his name as I shatter, my walls squeezing him, and with a guttural moan, he loses it too, spilling into me as we ride out the bliss together.
We collapse, sweaty and tangled, mouths still moving lazily against each other’s.
I feel full, sated—whole.
Colt presses his forehead to mine, breathing raggedly. “Did I hurt you?”
I shake my head, lips curving into a lazy smile. “No. That was perfect.”
