My mouth is close to the head and before my lips touch it, I look up at him. Colson is biting his lip, and when he sees me watching him, he huffs out a breath.
Maybe I like making the calls more than I thought I did? Because seeing him watch me like this, like he’s cataloging every millimeter of movement? I know I’m soaking wet.
He seems to be frozen as I move him in front of my mouth, but don’t touch him like that quite yet. A few more seconds pass and when I feel like I can’t wait any longer, I slowly place a kiss to the head.
Colson groans, his fingers clenching the blankets.
I do my best to take as much of him as I can. Slow and steady until I’m comfortable. Then I’m licking up the shaft, swirling around the tip, before taking him back in my mouth.
My fingers grip him at the base and I lick down to them until I’m back to the top, a bead of precum waiting for me. I let my thumb touch it, spreading it around his skin.
“Grab my hair,” I instruct him. There’s not a moment of hesitation—Colson’s hands are in my hair immediately and I’m ready to take him in my mouth.
I want so badly to know what he likes. I want to know how to make him come undone.
“Don’t take it easy on me,” I moan before putting my mouth around him.
“You’re in charge.” He practically groans as his fingers tighten around my hair.
His words have me so needy for him. Fuck. What is this man doing to me?
I’m moving down his dick, sucking, and he’s setting the pace with the control of our positioning. I keep trying to take as much of him as I can, but when he pulls faster than expected, I gag. But I don’t stop.
“Sadie. Fuck,” Colson moans, “you feel so good. Your mouth. Your pussy.”
His words spur me on—I love when he talks to me like this—and I go faster, taste as much of him as I can. Keeping one hand on the base of his cock, I take the other and cup his balls. The seconds my fingers make contact, I look up to see him tipping his head back.
“Fuck, I’m close.” His words are low, almost whiny.
I give a tiny squeeze, and I can feel him tightening in my hand. His hands pull tighter, enough of a sting to make this hot.
“I’m going to—”
I interrupt him with an enthusiastic moan, gripping his hard length tighter, and let him come in my mouth. His body shakes with his orgasm; he groans through it while keeping my head right where he wants it. His release hits my throat and I don’t quit sucking him until he’s a heap of breaths on the bed.
I swallow the saltiness and feel like a goddess.
My hands rest on his thighs as he catches his breath. What a beautiful sight—Colson Burke all climaxed out on my bedding.
I smirk, resting my hands on his thighs. He sits up, kissing me in a way that’s fierce. Like he’s not done with me.
“My turn,” he announces between kisses.
He practically tosses me on the other side of the bed and I let out a little yell from the surprise. He’s got my shorts off in the blink of an eye, my bare skin on display for him.
Immediately, his tongue goes to my entrance, tasting me.
He groans. “You are fucking soaked.”
His fingers grip around my thighs, digging into the sensitive skin. He pulls them wide.
“This beautiful pussy.” He blows on it. “I’ve dreamed of it.”
Hearing him talk that way about me has my orgasm already within reach. I need him to touch me.Now.
“You’re still in control. Do you want me to take my time or are you ready?”
His mouth being this close istorture.
