I stand tall, bringing my shoulders back to slightly push my breasts out, and his jaw pops open as he watches.
With his gaze glued to me, I reach behind me to grab the end of my braid and run my hand down the knot until I feel the hair tie. I have a feeling he likes my wild hair, so I tug the band down, letting my locks spring free. I rake my fingers through the hair starting at my temples, combing the kinks and knots out, letting my wild waves bounce across my shoulders.
Colt doesn’t stop watching me, not while I comb my hair, and not while I bring the condom to my teeth to tear open the wrapper. I kneel on the bed and crawl toward him, only stopping once I’m kneeling within the V of his legs.
His nostrils flare as I slowly roll the condom down his length. Once it’s secure and the full thickness of his shaft is in my hand, worry starts to set in.
“I don’t know if this will fit,” I half-heartedly joke, whispering my worry. He’s huge, and I’m not nearly as experienced as he probably thinks I am.
He growls as he reaches his hands out to grip me by the elbow, tugging me onto his lap. I straddle his enormous thighs, and rock myself against him to gather up as much wetness as I possibly can.
“If anyone can take it baby, you can.” He pulls me in close, his mouth instantly finding my neck, and I shiver under his touch. “If anyone was made for me Annie,” he says, so quietly I almost have to strain to hear him over our heavy breathing. “It would be you.”
I lift my head to look at him and find his face tilted down. Placing my hands under his chin, I gently tilt his face up as I rise on my knees. With one hand to line us up, I notch his head at my entrance and begin to sink down.
Slowly at first, the first inch or two comes with ease, but then I feel full, so deliciously full, and I pause, whimpering against him.
“Baby,” he groans, his hands coming to my hips to still me. “You can’t make sounds like that when you’re only halfway on, I’ll come before we’ve even started.”
I look down to where we’re connected, and sure as shit I’m barely even on him. “You’re too big,” I moan, feeling the sweat bead along my back as I inch myself up and down, desperate to fit him.
His broad hands move around my hips and rock me gently as his mouth finds mine. He kisses me slowly and passionately, moving from my lips, to my neck, as one hand comes up to palm between my shoulder blades while the other wraps around my ass. He feasts on every part of my body he can reach, and I feel every muscle unwind with the movements.
We work in tandem, him inching me down while I rock against him, and I can feel the moment I’m fully seated, when he’s so deep inside me it’s a fullness I’ve never felt.
He lets out a full-bodied shudder, and I pull back, drunk and dizzy with lust.
“I might need a moment,” he croaks out. “You have no fucking idea how good you feel.”
A coy smile crosses my face. Now that I’m on him and have adjusted to his size, the initial pinch of pain has disappeared. I start to swivel my hips, my body vibrating with the need to move and he grunts, tightening his grip. His fingertips bite into my skin, urging me to slow down.
I lean forward, letting my ass arch out, and I hear his heavy pants increase. “Now, now,” I taunt, brushing my lips along his. “I think you can handle it, can’t you, Colt?”
I run my teeth along his neck, nipping along his skin until I hit his ear. I moan against him, something low and sultry and his control snaps once again.
He brings my hips up until he almost pulls out of me, then he grips hard and slams my body down on him with a grunt. I scream—I think. But it’s possible I just let out a series of gurgled nonsense. My mind turns to mush when he repeats the move again.
Over and over he brings my hips up, only to rip them down. He thrusts his body up to meet mine every time I slide down, and within seconds I feel my orgasm spark. It winds tight, and I grip his shoulders, my nails surely digging into his flesh, but he moves harder, faster, as his mouth comes down to bite the swell of my shoulder.
“Don’t hold back, baby,” he whispers into my ear. His mouth travels down to my chest, and I can feel the scrape of his day-old scruff against my tender flesh. His tongue darts out to swirl over my skin, soft and delicate before his teeth nip. “Don’t you dare hold back. Not when I finally have you, Annie. You don’t know how often I thought about this. About you. I’ll wake up any moment now and realize this was all just another dream.”
This is what I wanted. What I needed.
I’ve often wondered what it might feel like if we ever crossed this line. What it’d feel like to be in control of such a strong, powerful man. To have a man that bows to no one completely at my mercy.
I bring my head back, moving my grip from his shoulders to his face, tilting his head so our eyes lock. If he wants to see it, then I’ll let him see every lust-filled moment. I whimper his name and curl my arms around his shoulders as I bring his lips to mine. I hold the kiss while he thrusts into me, and when I'm on the precipice, right when I’m about to topple over, I scream his name.
He growls when I come, wrapping his arms around my lower back to hold me in place as I ride it out, my body squeezing every last bit from this orgasm that it can until I’m limp in his arms.
“Never heard a prettier sound than you crying out my name as you come.” He brushes the words against my ear as he moves the both of us, lying me backwards on the bed so he can cover me with his large body. The sheets are rumpled but cool against my skin, and I wrap my legs around his waist. When I finally come back down to earth, and can form a rational thought, I open my eyes and see him hovering over me, staring at me with something akin to admiration on his face.
“I don’t think I’ve ever told you how beautiful you are.”
My heart thunders in my chest. I’vefeltbeautiful with Colt. The way he looks at me, the way he cares about me, the way he teaches me, all of it makes me feel beautiful, wanted, andimportant, despite what I’ve felt before.
“I should have told you months ago … there’s so much I should have told you. I … it’s just …” His head drops, hair tickling my chest briefly before he tilts his face towards mine. “You know that, right?”
I nod once, as it’s all I can do as my throat dries.
