My head fell back on a moan as his hands squeezed.
Then his thumbs and forefingers were rolling my nipples, the sensation moving from his touch to right between my thighs.
Colter’s head ducked, then sucked one of my nipples into his mouth, his lips pulsing until it felt like my heart beat along with the sensation.
Then he was moving across my chest, dragging out the sensations with wicked patience.
When his head finally lifted, his hands went to my waist, pushing.
“Stand up for me,” he demanded, voice velvet.
I scooted off and stood between his thighs.
His hands slipped down, snagging the waistband of my panties and drawing them slowly downward until they slipped to my feet.
“Turn around,” he demanded.
My belly fluttered, but I did as instructed.
I didn’t know his intentions until I felt him pull me back, making me straddle him backward as he pulled me onto his lap.
Then his hands were greedy, moving all over me, getting to know every inch, learning where he could make me shiver, could make me squirm.
My head fell back as his hand slid between my thighs, stroking up and down me before sinking in, fingers thrusting at a maddeningly slow pace.
“Colter, please,” I whimpered, my hips rocking.
“Yeah, baby?” he murmured, his voice thick.
“I need you inside me,” I admitted.
“Yeah?” he asked, leaning down to nip my shoulder. “How do you want me?” he asked, fingers thrusting faster. “Like this?”
“No.”
“You want to look at me?” he asked.
“Yes.” My voice sounded like a whine.
His fingers slid out of me. “Show me what you want,” he demanded, slipping his fingers into his mouth to taste me.
I didn’t waste any time.
I moved to his side, slipping backward, then reaching for him, pulling him until he turned to face me.
“Like this,” I demanded, trying to pull him down to me. But he stayed stubbornly out of reach, then pulled away to stand.
Eyes on me, he reached back to drag his shirt off.
Then his hands moved down to work his button and zipper free, reached blindly into his pocket to dig around in his wallet for protection, then slipped his pants and underwear down.
A throaty sound escaped me as I pressed my thighs tightly together to ease the ache growing between them as he slid on the condom, his heated gaze on me.
Colter shook his head and reached for my knees, grabbing them and butterflying them open as he stepped closer, then lowered down slowly.
When he was close enough, I reached for him, trying to hurry him up, to pull him flush to me.
But he was too strong.
