“Are you sure about the condom?” he asks, his voice hoarse. “I picked some up earlier, so we have the option.”
“Yes. I trust you. Please fuck me.”
No more encouragement needed, he lines himself up and lowers me onto him. Colton’s mouth is at my throat, choked moans and whispered pleas pressed to my skin as I slide farther and farther onto him. I reel at the perfect feeling of fullness when he’s seated.
But after a few seconds, when he doesn’t start moving, I worry lifting me up is too much.
“Colt? You okay?”
He breathes heavily. “I spent nearly half my life dreaming about this pussy. I need a minute, or this one-time thing is gonna turn into a one-minute thing.”
My heart pinches at his reference to our agreement. One time. That’s all I get with him, and immediately it feels wrong. We fit together perfectly and the thought of never feeling him again makes my body clench, and not in the way you want with a hard dick inside of you. I shift to shake it off.
His fingers dig into my ass. “Stop moving, Quinn.”
“Yes, sir,” I say, and he groans into my neck.
After a few more seconds, he finally starts moving, slowly and deliciously deep, the friction making my head drop back against the wall with a small thunk. He moves faster, thrusting his hips while bouncing me in his arms like it’s nothing. My orgasm creeps closer, made more intense by the feeling of weightlessness and of his strength around me. I feel completely secure with this man—I instinctually know that he has me. That he’d never let anything hurt me.
He leans down to take a nipple between his teeth, and thatsteady climb turns into a full-blown rocket. It shoots me off, and I scream his name toward the ceiling.
With my legs still wrapped around his torso, he walks us over to the bed. He lets my body run the length of his as he sets me down, lightning sparking at each point of contact. I run my hands down his forearms, the blue veins standing out from the effort of keeping me pinned against the wall.
“I’m nowhere near done with you. Get on the bed,” he says, and I whimper as I scramble back onto our tiny mattress. He grips himself, giving one long, slow tug. “Good girl. Now touch yourself.”
My head tips back as I moan, one hand running down between my legs while the other clasps my breast. Within seconds, though, my eyes seek out Colton again. The distance lets me see him—really see him—for the first time. I want to trace the lines of his body with my fingertips, feel the strength of those thick thighs. But mostly, I want his incredible cock inside me again.
When my perusal makes its way back to his face, I realize he’s doing the same to me. “Venus in the flesh,” he whispers, like he’s talking to himself, not to me.
I reach for him. “I need you back inside me.”
He tuts as he crawls over my body, stopping to lavish kisses on my stomach.
“We need to work on your patience. I’m living out all of my fantasies.” He drags his tongue up my core, stopping to suck my clit into his mouth, and I groan and arch my back. “And you coming on my tongue is definitely on the list.”
Good. Fucking. Lord.
I don’t make him wait long. I can’t, not with the way he savors me. There’s no teasing. His tongue traces the lines of my lips before pushing inside me. He licks me like he wants to explore every part of me, like it’s more for his enjoyment than mine, and that thought pushes me over the edge again.
He shifts back up my body and kisses me deeply, letting me taste myself on his lips. He rolls his hips against mine, and I wrap my legs back around him to angle myself perfectly.
His eyes met mine, and half a second later, he fills me with one hard thrust.
“God, yes,” I scream.
He buries his face in my neck, licking and kissing his way to my ear. “I propose we change our deal from a one-time thing to a one-night thing.”
I huff out a laugh. “Seconded.”
“Thank fuck, cause I’m not gonna last much longer and there are so many more things I want to do to you.” One hand comes down to my hip, squeezing tight and pinning my body where he wants me.
“Yes, please,” I pant.
“I’m close, Quinn. What do you want?”
“Don’t stop.”
He takes my earlobe between his teeth, giving it a soft tug that sends a shockwave straight to my center. “I’m gonna need you to use those words you’re so fond of. When we’re together, you say what you want. In explicit detail.”
