I ignore how all my malice ebbs away, leaving a sense of peaceful rightness. Kissing her feels like the best decision I’ve ever made.
But I ignore it all, channeling that fervor into the kiss. Into the five-orgasm challenge ahead. I grab her hips, haul her into my arms, and... she feels so precious.
A fierce protectiveness seizes my mind, my every step cautious, calculated, measured, so I don’t trip. I can’t afford to hurt a hair on her pretty head.
Fuck this is intense.
Unlike anything I’ve ever experienced. Just holding her sets endorphins roaring through my system. This all-consuming need to have her closer is almost too much to handle.
“Last chance to change your mind,” I say, carrying her toward the bed. I beg fate, karma, God, and the Devil not to let her back out. I’m pretty sure the disappointment would permanently damage my vital organs: heart, brain, and dick, too... “If you want to stop, now’s the time.”
Addie arches back, her delicate fingers knotted on the nape of my neck, nails scraping my scalp, sending tingles all over my skin. “Nervous you won’t make good on your promise? It’s okay. One orgasm will be enough. No pressure.”
I love that teasing edge to her. And I’ll love taming it.
“You’ll beg for mercy after the third one. You’ll give me a color when I ask for it.” I lay her on the bed. “Green when you love what I’m doing to you.” I climb over her, briefly closing those plump lips with mine while I help her out of her dress. “Yellow when you want me to slow down or ease up. And red if you want me to stop.”
The dress comes off, the sight before me tearing a low growl from my chest. Beige panties and a matching, plain bra. No lace. No bright colors, and somehow, the simple set that almost melts into her complexion is the most arousing thing ever.
“Redis your safe word,” I say, watching her squirm as she eyes the bulge in my pants. I grip her chin between my thumb and forefinger, forcing her to look at me. “Focus for one more minute, pretty girl. It’s important. I won’t stop unless you use the safe word. You can screamstopuntil you’re blue, but I won’t listen unless you sayred. Say it, and I stop immediately, understood?”
She nods, wrestling with my t-shirt. “Stop talking, start working. We have forty minutes. That’s an orgasm every eight minutes or we’ll be late for dinner and movies.”
“Careful, Addie. You’re acting out. You’ll end up frustrated if you keep talking back.”
I get off the bed, grab her thighs, and yank her to the edge, kneeling on the fluffy carpet. Her surprised gasp morphs into a moan when I hoist her legs over my shoulders and latch onto the soft skin of her inner thigh, spreading her open with one hand, the other splayed over her stomach.
“Colt, I—”
“Quiet, baby,” I rasp, staring at the wet patch of beige between her legs.
I head straight there, kissing my way down her leg. She smells divine. Peaches. Sugar.Sex. She tastes like it, too. I slowly drag my tongue over the soaked fabric, savoring the moment as her arousal fills my mouth.
My brakes snap.
The need to suck her into my mouth and get a proper taste drives me feral. In one swift tug, I rip off her panties, loving the mewling little sounds she makes as she anchors herself to the sheets with both hands.
“I want you to watch, Addie,” I say, hooking my arms around her thighs.
Her cheeks pink up, but she quickly rises on her elbows, watching me lick her again. Her legs buck over my shoulders as she squirms, arching back and pressing herself harder into my face the faster I flick her clit with the tip of my tongue.
A symphony of her breaths, soft moans, and gasps fills the room, spurring me on. I could spend hours buried between her thighs. Hours eating her out, listening to how much she loves my mouth on her sweet pussy.
“Oh shit, I’m—” She pauses, her thighs squeezed around my ears so tight I barely hear her say, “I’m so close...”
I’m dying to push two fingers inside so I can feel her walls clench, but not yet. I want her first orgasm on my lips.
She can’t stay still. She pivots her hips and grips my hair, grinding harder the closer she is. I’m in love with the look of her: so real, raw, and beautiful as she chases the orgasm.
And when it hits with the next flick of my tongue, she falls back, unable to hold herself up. Her spine bows away from the mattress, face flushing pink as she holds her breath, and every muscle in her body seizes for two short seconds before she vibrates beneath me, moaning softly.
“There it is,” I whisper, licking her clean. “Count, Addie.”
She hums quietly, brushing long hair off her face before a barely audible “one” leaves her swollen lips.
I can’t wait for two, so I don’t. I dive back into work, slipping two fingers inside her warm pussy before she’s even come down from the first high.
NINETEEN
