“Yes,” I said, stretching my arms. “She’s beautiful, no?”
We looked together for a moment. Perhaps even staring at people we both barely recognized.
“She’s gorgeous,” Colson confirmed.
His giant legs carried him purposefully across the room. He stopped in front of me, looking down.
“Can’t sleep?” I asked him.
“I slept enough.”
“But it’s only—”
“I’m hungry.”
I chuckled, inwardly. Shit, was he asking me to make him a sandwich?
“Those frozen pizzas are pretty good,” I offered. “There’s pepperoni, sausage, green peppers…”
“Not in the mood,” he said gruffly.
Still hesitant, I shrugged up at him. “There’s that leaf bread thing Theo brought back with him. I know it doesn’t look like much, but—”
Colson dropped to his knees abruptly, bringing himself face to face with me. There was a look in his eyes I’d seen only a few times before. And always when… well…
“That’s not what I’m hungry for.”
His huge arms moved quickly, and with purpose. I could only sit helplessly as he pulled my legs from beneath the blanket and draped them over his shoulders. When he dove between my thighs, I gasped… and then sighed.
Holy shit.
Colson’s mouth closed over me, eating me straight through my shortsandpanties. I sighed euphorically as I ran my fingers through his hair, enjoying the feel of his hot breath as it warmed the ever-dampening fabric between my thighs. His mouth was going absolutely crazy. His tongue was working so hard, I was drenched through in seconds.
Ohhhhhhhhhhh…
A hiss of rapture slipped from between my slightly parted lips, as I rolled my head back to enjoy life. Colson was definitely hungry, I’d give him that. Somewhere in the midst of my enthrallment, he stopped to roll my shorts down my legs and dove right back in. The panties he left on though, as he continued eating me through the thin strip of dark red satin.
Fuck.
ME.
Soon, his fingers were probing. They pushed and pulled on the fabric, fucking me shallowly at first, then driving in alongside his thirsty tongue. He paused once to lean forward and kiss me, letting me taste my sweet juices on his tongue. It made me even hotter, wetter, more anxious to reach orgasm. And I wanted more than anything to come while grinding against that ravenous, questing mouth.
Colson pushed my heels up onto the edge of the couch, and opened me even wider. It gave him a better and deeper angle, and soon I was practically sobbing with the need for release. When my climax hit, I clutched his head with bothhands. My clit throbbed hard against his tongue, and I screamed his name several times before my brain drowned in a sea of pleasure-inducing chemicals, all designed to make me fall even deeper in love with this man than I already was.
Mission apparently accomplished, he stood, smiled, and turned away. But not before I grabbed his hand.
“Are you kidding?” I sighed.
There was little in the way of resistance as I pulled him back to the couch and yanked his shorts off. My prize sprang free. It pointed perfectly upward; long, hard, and beautiful.
Colson sighed. “I wasn’t planning on—”
“Fucking me?”
Climbing onto the couch, I swung my leg over him. His sculpted shoulders lifted in a shrug.
“I know you’ve been… busy,” he murmured. “And I came down because I was hungry.”
