I clench my teeth to keep under control and dip my fingers inside.
Soft, buttery. Tight. She welcomes my hand. Her teeth bite into my shoulder and her breathing comes in little hitches. Each fluttering gasp melts something in my chest.
“I don’t know much about this stuff,” I murmur against her skin. I don’t want to hurt her.
“It’s okay.” She buries her face in my neck. “I’m good.”
She’s so responsive, I’m in heaven. Just touching her.
“Feels so good.” Her words light me up.
“You need this.”
She answers with her body. Pulsing. Hungry.
I cup her with my hand and then thrust a second finger in. When my thumb rolls around her clit, she tenses and cries out.
Her head tips back and those pink little lips part. For a moment, I imagine winding her braid around my hand and fucking her amazing mouth.
Gorgeous.
She’s gone over. All tense, breasts heaving. I want to do nothing but give this woman pleasure.
She collapses on me. I’m still holding her. My hand wet with her juices.
I’m not done.
I give her a minute and then settle her back onto the couch. She’s limp, a satisfied smile playing around her mouth.
“Wow,” she whispers as though speaking out loud would require too much effort right now.
I kneel on the floor before her and pull her ass to the edge. This captures her full attention again. She stares at me with widened eyes as I bend her knees and settle them on my shoulders. “You don’t have to… Colt. Oh.” Her voice hitches.
Her hands reach for me before my face is even under her dress. Her lips are plump and red; silky, buttery, flesh. I lick. I suck. I can’t get enough of her. Her muscles clench around me and I respond by rubbing my face along her inner thigh. She’s coming undone again. I can tell by the sounds she’s making.
Best music in the world.
I barely slide a finger in and she’s throbbing all around me again. I hold my mouth against her until she stops pulsing. I can’t believe how easily she comes.
She’s now my exhausted pregnant hippie.
And I did all the “work.” I’m grinning from ear to fucking ear. I can’t remember enjoying this so much. I could eat her again and again. I’m fucking hard, but my cock’s going to have to wait. I climb onto the couch and pull her down to lie beside me. She’s relaxed and pliable. The best way to describe her is “boneless.”
“Oh, my God, Colt. You don’t know how badly I needed that.”
I can’t help chuckling at her honesty. “I live to serve.” The taste of her remains on my lips, and I run my tongue over them, savoring it… savoring her. I feel honored, gifted even.
“Different? Right?” She snuggles into me sleepily. I know exactly what she means. My little witch.
“So much,” I admit gruffly.
“I can’t move right now. I might never move again,” she murmurs. “But I promise I’ll take care of you later.”
Cock-driven man whore that I am, I’m not taking her up on this. “Don’t mention it. I’m only glad I can be of assistance.” In fact, I’m good. As long as it’s all about her, I don’t feel like she’ll be contaminated by me.
CHAPTER TEN
Charlie
