He turns to me in the kitchen, skewering me with a look I can’t decipher.
Colby takes a steadying deep breath. “I want to take a shower with you, then eat you out against the piano.”
Jesus Christ. I let out a little whimper, nodding my agreement. Butterflies fill my stomach as we shower together. I let Colby tenderly wash the sea off of me, the loofah light against my skin. His fingers skim along my skin, making me achingly hard before the shower is even over. I stop him with a hand on his arm as he goes to wash himself, he only raises his eyebrows at me in question. I want to take care of him too. Make him feel even half of what he’s making me feel.
I gingerly take the loofah from him, proceeding to tenderly wash his body. The soap bubbles along his strong stomach, the bunched muscles of his back, and those biceps that could crush me if I let them. I pull him under the water with me and kiss him gently, just a tender press of lips without tongue. His hands tighten against my hips, fingertips digging almost painfully into my skin, before letting go so we can climb out and dry off.
Colby leads me naked to the piano and carefully situates me against it. Sizzling excitement fills the air between us. He drags the bench behind me, puts my left foot up on it, then places an openmouthed kiss to the center of my back. I feel myself flush because I’m so open to him in this position.
Rimming isn’t my favorite thing. Sure, it’s happened, but most of the time I’m doing the rimming. Most people don’t focus their experience on my pleasure.
Colby places a trail of wet kisses down my spine causing goosepimples to break out across my skin. The sensations coursing through me are too much. I bite back a whimper as his lips linger just out of reach of where I really want them. My fingers bite painfully into the piano as moans of sheer pleasure get caught in my throat.
His beard scratches against my skin in the most delicious way. A deep shiver rolls through my body when his large hands bracket my hips, lifting me up a little more so I’m spread further apart for him. So he can see all of me.
“So beautiful,” Colby murmurs against the cleft of my ass. His breath is wickedly hot on my skin. “You are going to taste divine.”
And then his tongue circles my hole. I mewl loudly, scrambling for grip against the piano. My eyes roll back in my head at the sheer, intense ecstasy of it. Every nerve ending inside me lights up as his tongue licks my rim, dipping in to taste. A flush spreads over me, warming me in a way that terrifies me. It’s all too much. To top it all off, a deep moan rattles out of him just from the taste of me.
“Colby,” I whine breathlessly as his tongue continues to take me apart.
He leans back, spreads my ass cheeks, then lewdly spits on my hole. I gasp. The tip of his thumb dips past my rim, shoving his spit inside. All the air rushes out of me. Jesus. My dick is so hard that I’m afraid if he doesn’t touch me, I’ll die.
He dives back in like I’m the best meal he’s ever eaten. The hairs of his beard scratch at my skin, but I love every moment of it. I want to have a beard burn on my ass for days. My hearing goes in and out as every ounce of awareness narrows in on where his tongue touches my most intimate place. When my hearing comes back, it’s to the sound of a condom wrapper and the snick of the lube bottle.
Thank fuck.
A firm hand presses my chest to lie flat against the piano. I let myself be manhandled until Colby has me exactly how he wants me. I’m just a puppet for his pleasure. My mouth opens on a gasp as Colby pushes in, hard steel into my heat. The glossy sheen of the piano steams up from my rapid pants against it.
Fingers dig into the meat of my hips as he starts a brutal pace so opposite to the tender way he ate me out just moments ago. I hold on for dear life as he fucks me so hard I see stars. Every thrust passes over my prostate, sending tingles throughout my body. I’ve never been so lit up before just from being fucked. I’m going to come embarrassingly quick.
“Please touch me,” I beg as Colby’s pace becomes even more frenzied. “Please, husband, touch me. I need you.”
“Fuck, Eli,” Colby groans against my back, forehead pressed between my shoulder blades. “I should make you wait.”
“Noooooooooo,” I whine pitifully.
Colby grips my hair and tugs my head back. “You’re fucking beautiful like this. Taking me like you were made for me. I want to fuck you for days, keep you like this, begging for my cock.”
My legs tremble as I cry out. “I’m not … Colby …”
“Call me husband,” Colby demands, voice raw and anguished.
“Let me come, husband. Please. I’ve been so good.”
His lube-covered hand wraps tightly around my cock. The firm touch of his hand sends my orgasm detonating through me. I don’t even care that I paint the piano with my cum. All I care about is that Colby comes inside me. I fucking need it.
“Come inside me, give it to me. I want to feel you inside me,” I beg, my voice sounding wrecked even to my own ears. Colby thrusts so hard that the piano almost shifts beneath us, groaning under the pressure. “Give it to me.”
Colby stills deep inside me. I can feel him everywhere. Like he’s finally where he belongs. Fear, fresh and painful, grips me just at that fleeting thought. That his body belongs with mine.
He comes with a loud groan against the sweaty nape of my neck. I pant under him, my breath fogging the piano. The setting rays of the sun cast an ethereal glow across the living room as the sound of the waves echoes around us.
We stay there for as long as we can before Colby carefully pulls out of me. I hiss against the loss of him, but try to cover it. The noise must reach him because he returns with a cloth to clean me up, then presses a loving kiss to the small of my spine.
“Did I hurt you?” Colby asks, lips brushing against my overheated skin with each word.
“No,” I reply, swallowing every emotion that exists inside me. “Just sensitive.”
