“Whoops,” he finally speaks for the first time since we got into the house. “Couldn’t stop myself.” A devilish smile flickers over his lips, as he looks up at me, panting and lightheaded.
“Now, you can get what you asked for.”
Colter disrobes in one smooth motion, as he gets up off the floor. First the robe goes, revealing his body in all its glory, beneath a skintight black T-shirt. That falls next, exposing his ripped upper body, strained and flexing to control himself for long enough to get undressed.
I stop him when he reaches for his belt, sliding my hands over the buckle before he can.
“Hey, this is supposed to beourfun,” I say, teasing the pin out of its hole. “I wanna unwrap my present.”
Colter pulls his hands up as if surrendering at gunpoint. “Then who am I to stop you?”
Unlike the hurried removal of his upper layers, I take my time with his trousers. I drag the belt through each loop on the waist slowly, preparing myself for what’s waiting inside his pants. I undo the top button, and drag the zip down at the same slow speed I worked on his belt.
Colter’s muscles flex and tense, demanding urgency, the closer we come to the reveal. Giggling, I don’t give it to him. Not yet.
I slip one thumb into the gap between him and his pants; I slide my other hand down the front of his body and beneath his layers. It brushes over his twitching manhood, and I gasp at my first skin-on-skin contact.
On our ride over, I wondered if his pants and the tent he made in them distorted the proportions of what I was brushing up against. Feeling the solid, girthy slab of meat with nothing in the way, they don’t.
Everything about him is larger than life. His dick is no exception.
“Like what you feel?” Colter asks, noticing my stifled reaction to feeling him.
“It’s huge,” I whimper needily, my want for more than afeel, turning me feral.
I pull down his pants and stroke the length, pushing him to walk backward while I do. Colter’s hands find their way to the hem of my T-shirt, pulling it up over my breasts with savage groans of pure and desperate need.
His legs buckle when the back of his knees come in contact with the bed. He falls onto it, dragging my shirt with him as he goes. It flies overhead, as if it was planned that way, and with my vision restored, my eyes bulge at the sight of his naked body. And it’s better than anything I could’ve imagined.
His eyes trail over my body in a similar way, his mouth agape and awe-struck by the sight. It isn’t really the same. He’s seen me in a bikini, and he’s had my ass wagglingin front of him in panties when he… doled out his punishment. Remembering the night makes me tingle in all the right places.
“Like what you see?” I parrot his question from earlier, changing a single word to have it fit better with our circumstances.
“You’re fucking exquisite.” His compliment sets my cheeks alight.
I remove my bra, and toss it in Colter’s general direction. He presses it against his face and draws in a deep lungful of my scent.
“Would’ve preferred your panties,” he says, groaning anyway. “But these will do.”
“Well, I’ve got something better in mind.” I crawl onto the bed and hover over Colter’s waist slowly, until I reach his erection, which is pointed at the ceiling.
I grab the base and his body jerks forward, but his stiffness doesn’t ease as I drag his swollen tip against my soaked folds, hovering dangerously close above it.
His hands slide up my body, and cup my breasts. I sputter out a sound I’ve never made before, something between a whimper and a moan, while he rubs and squeezes my erect nipples.
With his cock sufficiently lubricated by me sliding it against my soaked pussy, I lower myself over his tip. His grip tightens around my buds, and he belts out a deep,anguished roar, at the sensation of his thick, swollen head, sliding deeper into my slick, velvety core.
My eyes roll to the back of my skull, taking another throbbing inch. I’m sure I’d be moaning, had my breath not caught in my throat the moment he entered me. All I can muster now are short, sharp gasps of glee.
Colter lets me go slowly, wanting me to adjust to his size, but I can see the shackles that are restraining him already starting to break. His usual rigid manner is beginning to crumble behind a mask of frantic urgency and desperation. He moves one of his hands to my hip, a meatier, sturdier surface for grip, to latch on tight and suppress his urges from taking control.
I’m having none of it.
I slam my hips down, swallowing the rest of his cock whole. My body buckles forward from the sudden fullness and intensity thrust inside of me, and I crumble over his chest.
Colter, on the other hand, has newfound vigor. He wraps his arms around my back and pins me in place, thrusting his hips upward until he’s sufficiently buried to the hilt inside me. His first thrusts are slow and accompanied by heavy groans from my walls tightening around his girth.
It doesn’t take long for him to find his groove, thrusting his cock all the way in, before pulling it out until only the head remains.
