“Kiss me, Colton,” I plead. There’s nothing I want more than to feel his hard body against my own, and his mouth on mine. I dreamed of this moment for so long. The electricity between us is buzzing. I feel it, and so does Colton. I lick my lips and wait. He lowers his head, and I brace for what I know will be an explosive kiss.
I’m not wrong! This isn’t just a kiss; it’s a passionate and intoxicating dance of intimacy. Time seems to stop, and the world disappears, leaving only the warmth of his body, the taste of his lips, and the flutter of my racing heart. A spark of energy that surges through my body. It starts slowly at first, then builds with an urgency and hunger that can’t be contained. It’s a phenomenal kiss that lingers, long enough to leave me breathless. I find my fingers gently tangled in his hair, desperately clinging to keep him to me.
Colton doesn’t let me go, and instead, the heat between us intensifies as he explores, sliding his hand under my shirt, tracing over my bare flesh. Every brush of his lips is an unspoken promise, a desire that flickers and grows. The world outside disappears; there’s only the anticipation of what comes next.
When his lips finally leave mine, they move to the column of my throat. He nips at the sensitive cord, which immediately ignites a fire inside me. I wriggle beneath him, but his hand spans my waist, holding me still. I pull on his shirt. I want to feel his warm skin on mine. Colton understands my need and removes his shirt and tosses it aside, then reaches for my top and eases it up over my head and off, exposing my silk bra with lace trim.
Colton’s hand brushes over my taut nipple, then lower, over my belly.
“I want you naked, Remmi.” His voice is low and husky.
I begin to shimmy out of my pants, but in one fell swoop, he gives a forceful tug, and suddenly, I’m left in my bra and matching panties. He gets off the bed, removes his jeans, then his boxers, to reveal his thick, engorged cock, standing proudly at attention. Colton is the perfect male specimen. With defined abs, chest, and arms, and thighs as thick as trees, he’s all man.
He makes me nervous, the way he looks at me like he wants to devour me.
“Colton, please,” I beg, although I’m not quite sure what I’m begging for. It doesn’t matter, though, because he knows what I need. He sits on his haunches at the foot of the bed, hooks his fingers into my panties, and tugs my panties down. He does this ever so slowly, and with every inch he exposes, his lips touch me. He removes my panties completely, as his teeth nip at my hip.
His fingers graze down the sides of my thighs and further down to my ankles. He wraps his hands around my ankles and spreads my legs open. Colton pulls me lower and leans over me, kissing me and making me dizzy with desire. I don’t even realize he’s removed my bra until his mouth closes over my nipple. I gasp.
He lavishes his attention on my nipple, suckling gently while his hand tweaks and teases the other. I arch my back, gripping the sheets in my fists, letting out a moan of pleasure, feeling the wetness between my legs. Colton moves his lips lower, over my belly, and continues his descent. He gives me a salacious grin before his tongue attacks my core.
Colton eats me voraciously. My leg muscles tense, as I get closer and closer to my orgasm. I tug at his hair, but he won’t be deterred. It only spurs him on. He closes his lips over my clit and sucks, then adds his fingers, running them through my slit.
“Colton, baby—” I’m so close that I instinctively want to snap my thighs closed, but his massive shoulders prevent me. Instead, I feel two fingers slide inside me and pump in and out, as his mouth continues its assault.
I’m delirious with the need to come. It’s been building from the moment he touched me. Every kiss, every touch, his mouth, his hands, have me begging and pleading for the release I crave. White lights sparkle as I free-fall off the edge of a cliff into an orgasmic euphoria. My body jolts as I cry out for Colton.
When I open my eyes, I see him on his knees, his hand around his huge cock. “Ready for me, baby?” he asks.
“Yes,” I reply breathlessly. He lines his member up to my entrance. I feel his thickness making its way inside me. Oh my God, he feels so good. He slides in deep. I’m so full, and he feels so good. “Baby, please,” I plead.
Colton gives me what I need, pumping in and out, slow at first, then picking up the pace. A spark reignites. I’ve rarely orgasmed with anyone in the past, and never twice in a night. Yet with Colton, I’m a wanton and can’t get enough of him.
“Fuck me! Remmi, you gotta come for me, baby. Let go!” he demands. His voice is strained and raw. The muscles on his face are tight. He adds a finger to my clit, and I come undone. Only this time, I hear the roar of release coming from my man, which makes it even better than the first orgasm he gave me.
Colton wraps me up in his arms, rolling us so that I’m lying on top of him. I’d like to be able to move, but I’m utterly exhausted. I rest my hand over his heart, my cheek on his chest. His fingers weave through my hair, and I feel his lips kiss the top of my head.
I’ve never felt as cherished as I do in this moment.
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I dated enough women, fucked my fair share, but nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing, compares to what I feel for the woman lying in my arms. Remmi is a mix of earth and fire. She’s grounded in her beliefs, true to her passion, open and honest with her thoughts, but she also doesn’t hesitate to speak her mind when something’s important to her. Her passion comes from within; she gives of herself completely.
Remmi gave me all of herself tonight. No holding back, matching my desire. I wanted to take it slow, but there was no way to resist the burning need that we’ve built up over the last while. We’ve both felt the pull, and we tried to ignore it. I tried to be Remmi’s friend, but what I was thinking was anything but friendly. I’ve wanted her for months.
I’ve jerked off countless times thinking of her. I’ve imagined her in my bed, and in every other room in my home, and hers, for that matter. But with all that I imagined, the real thing doesn’t compare. Remmi’s moans and gasps, the way she calls my name, pleading for me to let her come, turned me into a sixteen-year-old schoolboy without any self-control.
As I stroke her hair, her body relaxes, her breathing becomes steady, and her eyes drift closed. I reach for the sheet to pull over us, and along with the sheet, I find I’m holding her tiny silk panties and wispy lace bra. Silk and lace, that’s my girl.
On our first trip to the mall, I’m taking her to the finest lingerie shop for more silk and lace. Remmi deserves the best, and I’ll work my fingers to the bone to give it to her. She’ll never ask for a damn thing, because my woman is fiercely independent. This is another reason why Remmi and I fit.
Remmi sees me for who I am. I’m a man who needs to be in control. It’s how I’ve been conditioned. It scares some women, and hey, I get it. I’m an intense man, and for some, I’m a lot to take. Remmi sees that this is my way to protect her and the people I care about. Remmi needs her space to be creative, and I want her to have that. We’re different, but we work.
I told Remmi that once I make love to her, I won’t be able to let her go. I won’t give up her smile, her laughter, or the feeling I get when we sit and talk about everything and anything. She’s my one. I watch her sleep, kiss the top of her head, and inhale the scent of her.
Sleeping never comes easy for me, so I’ve learned to exist on minimal rest, but tonight, everything seems calm. I shut my eyes, tightening my arms around Remmi, and suddenly, sleep isn’t quite as elusive.
Chapter 10
