Luckily, Blake was tired out by the events of the day and is ensconced at the opposite end of the hall in the guest room.
Because Colt came home, saw me in his jersey, and?—
“Oh, my God!” I groan as his fingers skate through the slickness of my pussy, circle my clit in that way he does, that way that makes me insane, that makes my insides clench, desperate for the hard length of him stretching me wide.
“Shh,” he says, though his eyes are filled with humor as he kisses his way up the inside of my thigh, pushing the jersey up inch by inch.
But he pairs that command with his mouth joining the party between my legs.
How in the heck am I supposed to be quiet in the face of that?
Impossible because the orgasm is ratcheting through me with all the force of a tsunami, the wave knocking me flat, sucking me under, not allowing me to surface for an eternity.
And when I do it’s to find Colt over the top of me, the jersey rucked up and?—
“Oh!” I gasp as he sucks and licks and kisses at my breasts, my nipples, sending me from lax and sated to desperate and needy and?—
“Wet,” he rasps, his words barely discernible. “You are so fucking wet, baby.”
“For you,” I say, grinding against him. “Only you.”
He groans and takes my mouth in a kiss that’s sin personified, leaving me gasping for air by the time he pulls back and urges me to my front, pulling my knees up under me. “Okay?” he asks, smoothing his hand down my back—straightening the jersey…
“With you being a caveman deep down?”
He trails his finger along the base of my spine…dips it into the slick heat of me.
I gasp.
A nip to my cheeks, the ones offered up so brazenly for him.
“Since you’re sassing”—a flick of his tongue to ease the slight sting from his teeth—“I’m guessing it’s okay.”
“I’m not sure you’ve convinced me yet,” I say lazily, arching back into his fingers, which are stroking and circling and?—
He pulls back. “Maybe you should convince me,” he says with another nip.
“Colt—”
A flick to my clit that has me biting back a moan. “I bet I can make you beg.”
I’d bet he’s right.
Especially if he keeps stroking me like that.
I shiver, press into him. “Another time, honey. I want you.”
“Hmm.” Slow and steady, teasing me until another orgasm starts nipping at my heels.
“Colt.”
Lips on my spine…
Back between my legs.
And up, up I climb.
But just as I’m grinding back against him, as my orgasm is right there…he pulls away.
