A moment later his mouth was on my breast while his fingers gently stroked the other nipple. I ran my hands through his thick locks of hair and moaned.
Loosening the ties of my pants, he pulled down the material,stopping to envelop my thighs in his mouth. The heat of his lips stayed against my skin as his hands removed my boots and then stripped me, leaving me completely bare in the shadows of his room.
“Fucking beautiful.” His fingers stroked over my outstretched leg before he ran his tongue from the top of my foot, up my thigh, and continued until he stopped at my waist where he’d last left off.
He continued down, and when his mouth made it to the apex of my thighs, his glazed eyes looked up—dark globes watching my every move. His tongue flattened and pressed into me, the pressure glorious with the friction of his skin. Flicking and twirling over my clit, I relished each sweeping pass. When it was too much to bear, I pushed back on my elbows, creating distance to delay the inevitable release. Before I could scoot far enough away, he grabbed my hips and pulled me down into his mouth and moaned like he was consuming the most wonderful dish.
His fingers swirled around my center, and when they dipped inside, I was gasping for air with each magnificent plunge. He beckoned me to the edge of my pleasure, and I panted from each stroke of his finger. My mind was swirling with bliss and a cacophony of emotions; his touch threatened to pull me apart.
There was no rush in his pace—he remained slow and steady. And when I told him not to stop, he didn’t; the tempo of his tongue stayed fixed and reliable. As I tipped over the edge, my legs shook, and I pushed away, but he followed me with a pressured tongue. His mouth worked me through each crashing wave as my body ignited, then slowed to a hum.
“Kiss me,” I breathed, reaching down, but he was still sopping up my pleasure.
“I love the way you glisten in the moonlight,” Col muttered as he brought his tongue back to my center again and again.
I pulled back more forcefully than before. “Get up here andget inside me.” Our eyes met and stayed locked as he stalked up, keeping his fingers buried.
My hands scrabbled for his shirt, not stopping to unbutton the center and sending the silver adornments sprawling across the room. It didn’t matter how quickly I removed each article from his body; it wouldn’t be fast enough to sate my need. Using his free hand, he assisted me in my endeavor and pulled off one sleeve, letting the other stay hanging around the arm of his still-moving fingers. Standing at the side of the bed, he untied each boot with one hand and kicked them off while keeping his fingers buried inside me.
I sat on the edge of the mattress, working my mouth over his abdomen as he tugged his pants off and let them drop to the floor. When my hand met his length, a low and graveled groan sang from his mouth. My lips worked downward, but he stopped me just shy of his cock.
“Another time,” he whispered and withdrew his fingers. He shook off the remaining sleeve and wrapped a hand around each of my hips, shifting me up until our faces met. “I want to feel your pussy wrapped around me.”
He leaned in and kissed me deeply, letting a grasping hand roam through the hair at the base of my neck, sending my senses into a flurry. One of my hands stroked him while the other grabbed at his back. He didn’t pull away as my nails dug deep into his flesh and instead only gave a throaty moan.
Steadying me with a firm arm, he guided me down and let his weight drop on me in the most delicious way. The kisses he drowned me in were created with passion, yet were laced with a gentle caress, and I’d happily go without air if it gave me one more minute wrapped in his arms. The feelings rippling through me were foreign; something devoid from any prior sexual encounter.
His cock nudged my entrance, and I begged, “Please, Col.”
One corner of his mouth pulled up just before he dropped onto my neck. Biting down, the sting of pleasure and pain created the perfect sensational juxtaposition. His hips thrust forward, and he pushed into me in a smooth stroke. The stretch and fullness sent every nerve vibrating. He stilled and kissed me thoroughly, claiming every last inch of my mouth.
If he thought I had any self-control, he absolutely overestimated me. Pushing against the headboard, I thrust him into me further, taking in his full length.
“Audryn,” he groaned, “you can’t?—”
I pulled back just before I pushed against him again, taking him from the tip to the hilt in one swift movement. There was no way I would waste a moment with that beautiful man on top of me.
“Fuck me, Col,” I moaned as I prepared for another thrust.
He pulled back and looked at me, stroking his thumb across the ridge of my chin. “No.”
And when I was nearly broken with confusion, his hips rolled and his cock reassured me from the inside.
“Later I’ll fuck you,” he hesitated, and rolled into me once more. “Right now, I’m going to show you what it’s like to be loved and cherished.”
His words struck me as he tucked one arm behind my back and clung to the top of the mattress with the other. I’d expected things to be rough and dirty, but hadn’t expected feelings to be our foundation of pleasure. Caught by surprise, tears pricked the corners of my eyes and threatened to betray my hardened exterior.
Thrust after painstakingly slow thrust, I’d nearly found my end. Not wanting my time with Col to end, I clung to the last piece of reality. But feelings spilled over as I remained connected to someone who’d unabashedly exposed themselves to me time and again.
“You’re right on the edge, I can feel you,” Col groaned, his breaths becoming ragged. “Let go.”
His words reverberated through my body. Into my soul. And just like that, I found my peak and came crashing down around him.
“That’s right,” he continued, rolling his hips as I grasped at the bed. “Let it all out, Love.”
Tears streamed down my face as I let go of everything I hadn’t realized I’d been holding onto. The guilt of my mother’s death. The guilt of failing to find my brother’s executioner. I let go of all the impossible self-imposed standards I had set and found myself entirely present with emotions coursing through my body.
Col found his own orgasm with a deep rhythm that only continued the pleasure rolling through me. I fisted his hair, and his body shuddered to a halt as he flexed himself into me and pressed his forehead against mine.
