Oh god, I’m in so much trouble.
“Colten,” I whine.
“I know, Wildcat. I can see how needy your little pussy is.”
“I need you.”
“Not until I’ve got my fill of you.” He laps at my clit. “I need you to tell me what to do. Teach me how to pleasure you.”
“Just keep doing that,” I pant. I bury my hands in his hair and shift my hips, using his tongue to draw me closer to the edge of oblivion I’ve been dancing on since the shower. I’m so close it’s almost painful, but he was right about one thing yesterday: I do love me some delayed gratification.
The fact I’ve been waiting for this moment with him for over a decade should probably be enough to satisfy that urge, but it’s not.
Shameless moans tumble from my lips, my body moving of its own accord as I chase my pleasure.
It’s never been like this before.
Where my past experiences have felt awkward and clumsy, every moment with Colten has been like my body just knows what to do, and my mind is along for the ride.
“Fuck,” I cry out.
Colten keeps the perfect amount of pressure against my clit. Despite asking me to show him what I need, he seems to already know with little guidance.
I’m seconds away from release, my orgasm so close I can almost taste it when suddenly he’s gone.
Colten doesn’t hesitate. He pushes my thighs up until they hit my chest, and he positions himself between them, guiding the head of his cock through my wetness.
“I don’t have any condoms,” he admits, which means when he told me he’s never had a woman here, it was probably the truth.
“I have an IUD, and I’m clean,” I whisper. “I haven’t been with anyone since college.”
He nods, notching himself at my entrance. “I’ve never been with anyone,” he admits. “You’ve always been the only woman my cock has had any interest in.”
My breath catches in my chest.
Did Colten just admit he’s saved himself for me all these years?
“Oh my god, we have to stop. We have to make this special for you!” Guilt and a hint of panic wind through me, my eyes darting around the room as if I’ll find a way to make that happen right this second.
“Lexi,” Colten murmurs, his palm enveloping my cheek and forcing my eyes to meet his. “The fact it’s with you is what makes it special.”
Tears gather at the corners of my eyes as unfamiliar emotions slam into me.
When he said it’s always been me, he meant it.
His lips brush over mine as he presses forward slightly, but it’s enough to steal my breath. The stretch is the perfect mix of pleasure and pain, and I can’t help but clench around him, earning me a rough groan.
“You keep that up, and I’m really going to embarrass myself.”
“Please, Colten,” I plead. “I need you.”
“You have me, Wildcat. I’m all yours. Always.”
A single tear rolls down my cheek as the gravity of the moment overwhelms me. He pushes deeper until he’s fully seated inside me.
I had no idea sex could be like this. So all-consuming. So perfect. So right.
“Your pussy was made for me, Lexi. You stretch around me so perfectly.”
