But he doesn’t come.
“That’s enough,” he says, peeling me off him, then quickly grips my nape, guiding me back to my knees. Unfazed by the taste of his cock in my mouth, he kisses me deeply, both hands brushing my long hair behind my ears.
The mixture of hot and cold, dominant and soft, makes my head spin in the best way.
One second, he’s tender, showering the column of my throat with sweet, small, biting kisses, and the next, he pushes me so I land on my back, his hands full of my hips as he tugs me closer.
I immediately grab his cock, eager to have him inside me. “I’m on birth control,” I say, pumping his length.
Something dark crosses his face so quickly I can’t tell what it is. I expect him to say something. To acknowledge the admission but he clamps his jaw harder as he pins my hands to the sheets, positioning me how he wants. One leg bent on the bed, the other hooked over his shoulder.
“Eyes, Addie,” he whispers, staring at me like I might disappear if he looks away.
And when I meet his heated gaze, he drives into me hard, sinking balls-deep with one smooth thrust. We both let out a moan as my head falls back. He follows, dropping on top of me. The weight of his muscular body would crush me into the mattress if he weren’t holding himself up with one arm.
“Shit,” I hiss, almost ripping the sheets with my nails. “You’re so big. I didn’t think you’d fit.”
“I knew I would,” he whispers, staring down at me. “You wouldn’t fall into my path if we didn’t fit together, Addie.” He pulls back, before pushing back in, slowly this time like he’s savoring the moment. “Perfect,” he whispers.
I love the feel of him stretching me inside as he holds still. I love the intense conquering look on his handsome face. It almost has me coming again.
“Fuck...” He hides his face in the crook of my neck, gently sinking his teeth in my flesh. “You feel good, baby. So fucking good,” he chants quietly, pressing his forehead to mine as his hips rock back and forth.
My eyes roll back into my head.
He’s barely made five moves, but the orgasm is already building. Rushing to the surface. He’s so big, there’s no space. I feel every single inch of him slide all the way in. And when he parts his lips and drags them from the tip of my nose up to my forehead, leaving a kiss there, my skin erupts in tingles.
“Ready for the third one?” he asks, falling into a rhythm.
“God, yes.”
Snaking an arm over my thigh, he angles his hips. I see stars when his dick hits my G spot with the same precision his fingers did. The sensation is overwhelming.
I knew he’d be intense in bed, but I never expectedthis. The claiming, greedy feel to every move he makes. How the temperature around us climbs higher when he takes my lips in deep kisses, stroking my tongue with his and biting my lip.
Every touch feels like he wants to take as much as possible before I stop him.
I won’t. No way in hell.
The orgasm builds faster, hurtling to the surface. Unstoppable. All consuming. Different from when it was just his lips and fingers. When I’m almost there, almost coming, Colt straightens back to watch.
“Don’t fight it,” he rasps, nothing short of awe flooding his irises as the orgasm ignites my mind. “That’s it, that’s it,” he chants, prolonging the high with precise, intense thrusts. “I could watch you for hours.”
My reply is an incomprehensible jumble of gasps, sharp breaths and a fewohs. I can’t think straight. I can’t see through the white spots blurring my vision. Three orgasms in less than fifteen minutes have my body rebelling against me.
The sensation is so deliciously powerful it’s almost too much. I draw long lines down Colt’s arms, gasping for air and making small whimpering sounds. I can barely take it.
“Color,” Colt demands, slamming into me one last time. He stops, buried balls-deep, his hand clasped around my throat. “Give me a color, Addie.”
I’m nowhere near red yet, but I’ve never come three times in a row. It’s intense. I’m overstimulated. So sensitive a breath of air makes me spasm. I’m a little out of the green zone. Very pale yellow. I just need a second to catch my breath and come down from the high.
The orgasm slowly fades, easing the feeling of being ripped apart in the best way possible.
“Mild yellow,” I admit. “Very, very mild.”
He pulls his cock out and wraps an arm around my waist to flip me over. This shouldn’t turn me on so much, but I almost squeal whenever he repositions me.
It’s hard not to swoon at his every move or how his muscles shift beautifully under his ink.
