With that, Colden stands and strips off his pants. It’s as though the knowledge that I’ve certainly fucked—just not aman—alleviates any fear he might’ve had about being my first.
A moan leaves my lips as he kneels on the bed. “Thank the gods.”
He chuckles. “I’m still not done.”
Eyes locked with mine, he lifts my hand and sucks my fingers into his mouth, cleaning both that were inside me just moments ago. Anotherzingbolts straight to my clit, my blood burning. He looks starved, like my taste is the sweetest nectar.
When he finally lets go, he leans down and kisses me. I tangle my hands in his hair, suck on his tongue, and arch my hips.
“Please,” I whimper. “I need you inside me, Colden.”
“Mmm.Whatdo you need inside you?”
He lowers himself, resting some of his weight on me, and I finally feel him, so hard, nestled right between my legs.
I know what he wants to hear. I just don’t expect saying it to make me mindless.
“I want your cock,” I answer, writhing, trying to reach what he’s keeping at bay. “I want it so much.”
He shifts to the left, leaning on his elbow, and trails his other hand down my body, pushing my knee up. After opening me to his eyes once again, he flicks his fingers over my clit and then pushes one inside me.
I gasp at the feel. He has such lovely, strong hands. The hands of a lover and a fighter. I clench around him as he strokes me, making me breathless.
Colden leans down to my ear. “One finger. One truth. I’m going to come inside you tonight. Right here, in this pretty little cunny.”
I make a small mewling sound, a weak whimper that doesn’t feel like me at all. Yet I can’t do anything else.
Colden pushes a second finger in and begins a steady thrusting, in and out, curling his fingers at just the right spot to make me quiver. No instruction necessary with this man.
“Two fingers, two truths,” he says. “The first one… When I’m done coming inside you, even after you’ve already orgasmed until you can’t think straight, I’m going to fuck you again. In some incredibly obscene manner.”
“Promise?” I move against him, sliding up and down his fingers, matching his tempo, wishing he would just touch my clit. That’s all it would take for me to shatter.
“I swear,” he answers.
“What’s… the second… truth?” I manage to say.
He nips my ear with his teeth. “You still have a crystal?”
I bite my lip, my skin growing hotter and hotter against Colden’s cool body. “Yes. In my room.”
I feel him smile against my neck before he looks down at me. “Wonderful. Because one day, when you’re ready, I’m going to watch you ride it, then I’m going to kneel behind you, and I’m going to fuck you in that stunning, tight little ass while your pink crystal is buried in your cunny. Would you like that?”
Gods above and below.
“Yes,” I groan.“Yes, yes, yes.”
He brushes his thumb firmly back and forth over my clit, my flesh all but preening for his attention. At the contact, I instantly orgasm, arching off the bed, tilting my head into the pillow, screaming out as he flicks his thumb faster and leans in, swallowing my cries with his mouth.
I grip his wrist, sure that this pleasure pulsating through me will end any moment, but it doesn’t. It’s brutal and unrelenting under Colden’s expert caress, an ongoing destruction that I want to happen over and over and over again.
Eventually, his thumb slows, and the quaking and quivering inside me ease. When I float back down from the high of his touch, I’m panting as though I’ve been fighting for my life.
“I’m…” I scrub my hand through my hair, searching for words that won’t seem to find me.
“Delicious,” Colden finishes for me, licking his fingers again. “Beautiful. And so fucking tempting.” He kisses a chilly trail up my throat, making my nipples peak so hard they hurt. “I think this might’ve been a very wise arrangement.”
I angle my hips toward his, desperately needing him buried inside me. “Please, Colden. Stop making me beg. I’ve been begging all night.”
