I’ve never felt so vulnerable in my life – or so desperate for someone’s approval. His hand trails slowly up my side until it finds my breast, and he gives my taut nipple a pinch, earning a whimper from me.
“God, you’re perfect,” he breathes, and I could almost cry. “So beautiful.”
He trails kisses over my body in gentle, loving touches, until he meets my nipple. He slowly drags his tongue over it, sending a shiver through me before he nibbles at it and I let out a sharp gasp.
I start to roll my hips against him, forcing a low chuckle from him as he says, “And so impatient.”
Raising myself just a little, I move my hands to the waistband of his sweatpants and start to slide them off of him. I keep my eyes locked on his, too nervous to look anywhere else as I release his dick from his pants, but I feel it against my inner thigh as soon as it’s given freedom – solid, throbbing, needing.
Wrapping a hand around the back of his head, I settle myself over him until I can feel the head of his dick between my legs, and another shiver runs through me before I take him in my hand and guide him home, taking just a bit of him in. I let out a whimper as a sharp jolt of pain shoots through me, and my hand at the back of his head becomes a fist, pulling his hair.
One of his hands reaches up to hook a finger under my jaw to force me to make eye contact with him.
“Rowan,” he breathes, his voice low and commanding, “are you a virgin?”
I nod.
“Do you need to stop?”
I shake my head.
“Use your words, baby.”
“No,” I pant, “I want to do this. Ireallywant to do this.”
“Okay,” he says before capturing my mouth with his.
While he kisses me, he uses a thumb to trace circles against my clit, building more pressure inside me than I knew was possible. I move my hips, not letting that small piece of him leave me, and groan as I take in just a littlemore. I don’t think I’ve even made it to a third of him when I feel myself nearing the edge.
“Colt, I’m— I—”
“Good, come,” he instructs. “Take your time.”
I let myself ride the wave of pleasure as it washes through me, making me shake. My hips buck against the release, forcing more of him inside, overwhelming my senses. He watches as he fills me up, wearing a look of pride on his face as I come down from the high and start to move against him again. The pain wrapped around him settles into a distant soreness as waves of pleasure crash over it, and I moan in response.
“Jesus, baby,” he pants, grabbing onto my hips, “you take me so well, it’s like you were fucking made for me.”
“I was,” I moan.
In a fluid motion, he wraps his arm around my waist and flips us, landing me on my back with him driving into me from above in deep, gentle strokes. Every part of me is screaming to tell him I love him, tell him I want him forever. I don’t want this moment to ever end. His eyes stay locked on mine as he picks up his pace.
“Colt—”
His hand finds mine and he grabs it, interlocking our fingers as he lifts our joined hands over my head and presses his lips to mine in a hungry kiss. I moan into his mouth – practically a sob – before he does the same. I squeeze his hand hard as my body tightens, ready to overflow with every thrust of his hips, and cry out as the dam breaks.
“Colt! Oh god!”
I squeeze my eyes shut as my body bucks beneath his, intense orgasm crashing through me and sending my entire body into a trembling bliss.
I open my eyes as Colt stills, throbbing inside of me as his own climax hits him and forces a few hard thrusts until he’s left empty, filling me with a comforting warmth. Afew strands of hair have dropped into his face and his cheeks have a slight flush to them. He just looks…beautiful.
As he comes down, he withdraws himself and pulls our still-joined hands to his mouth to press a kiss to the back of mine. I lie on the couch, frozen – in shock or because I’m exhausted, I’m not sure – and Colt pulls up his sweats and leaves the room, just for a minute, before coming back to sit next to me.
He holds a warm, damp cloth in his hand and uses it to gently wipe away at my thighs, over my body, and finally between my legs.
“Are you alright?”
I close my eyes and let out a breath as he carefully pulls the blanket up over me, like he doesn’t want me to feel too vulnerable, too exposed.
