But he knows.
Colby stands and hurriedly undresses himself as I watch on with lust-hazy eyes. He’s so fucking beautiful. The soft, blond hairs that cover his firm muscles. His blue eyes that devour me at every chance they get. The heart inside his body that beats away for someone else, the heart that I wish was mine. Colby Smith is everything I’ve ever dreamed of having, but never dared to wish to keep.
I lick my lips when I look down at his hard cock.
“You want my cock?” Colby asks as he climbs back onto the bed. He flips me over easily, manhandling me onto my knees. He bites one of my ass cheeks, sending a thrill coursing through me. But the kiss he places on the bite soothes the momentary pain. “You want me to fuck you hard? Fuck you sweet? What do you want, husband?”
I swallow down a cry. “Sweet,” I admit softly, embarrassment flooding me.
“Of course, you do, baby. My good boy. You want me to show you what it means to be my husband?”
I nod against the bed and force my eyes to stay dry. I won’t cry.I will not cry, a mantra that I repeat in my head until my body believes it.
Colby licks my ass tentatively a few times, as if he’s savoring the taste of me. Then he just dives in. He eats me with a fervor that almost scares me. Every lick and swipe of his tongue sends me keening, begging for something that I don't think he can even give me.
Please, more, now, so good, are the only words that fall from my lips as he eats me alive. When he pushes a lubed finger into me, I almost scream in frustration. I just want him inside me. I want him so deep that no one else will ever be there again. I want to feel him in my throat.
“Please, Colby, please. Husband,” I cry as he continues to finger me and eat my hole. My thighs tremble as I fight back my orgasm. I could come just from this, just from his mouth and fingers. He’s going to be my ruin. No one else will ever fuck me like this, have me trembling for them, quaking with need.
Colby grunts loudly and kisses up the curve of my spine. I expect him to press into me, fuck me on my knees, but he doesn’t. He flips me over and kisses me so that I can taste where he was on his tongue. God. I reach down to grasp his cock, giving it a good squeeze. He’s already wearing a condom and he’s wet with lube. Oh, God. He’s going to fuck me like this, on my back, legs wrapped around his waist.
He breaks away from my mouth with a pained groan. Steadying himself with a forearm by my head, he grasps his cock and guides it to my hole. He watches with lust-blown eyes as he sinks into me. God, he’s so big. The stretch is beyond anything I’ve ever felt before. I feel so full of him even before he bottoms out. Maybe we were made to be like this together.
Tilting my head back against the pillows, I firmly shut my eyes against all the emotions flooding through me. Once he’s buried to the hilt, he kisses my trembling lips. I dig my fingers into his biceps just for something to hold on to, so I’m not swept out by the tide.
His pace is slow and gentle, making me cry out in frustration. I try to spur him on faster with my heels, but he just chuckles darkly. He grinds into me, not even thrusting, just torturing me. Colby grips my jaw with his fingers and forces me to meet his heated gaze.
“You wanted slow,” Colby reminds me.
I grit my teeth in irritation. “Slow, not glacial.”
He grinds into me again, making me see stars. Every slow glide in and out deliciously tugs at my rim. Colby abruptly freezes deep inside me and I swear I can feel him in my throat. Iwatch in confusion as Colby lifts to his knees, but my confusion melts away when he grabs my hips tightly and tugs me up, forcing me to straddle his waist as he sits on his haunches. Our faces are only inches apart in this position. Our panting breaths mingle together in the darkness of the room.
“Ride me,” Colby demands before laying a possessive kiss to my slack mouth. “Take what you want.”
My body knows what to do before my brain does. I grind against him as I curl my arms around his shoulders, burying my fingers in the sweat-dampened hairs at the nape of his neck.
I keep the pace slow, just a gentle grind, but my orgasm still sneaks up on me. Lightning zips down my spine, fire spreads throughout my body, and I know my orgasm is close, but I don’t want it to end. I don’t want this lovemaking to be over. Because that’s what this is if I’m honest with myself. Colby is making love to me even though I’m the one taking his cock at my own pace.
He stares up at me, so fiercely full of desire, that tears spring to my eyes again.
“Tell me,” I whisper against his mouth as he fucks up into me.
“Tell you what?” Colby mumbles distractedly, like he’s too caught up in me to even think.
“Tell me I’m a good husband. Tell me I’m the very best.”
His breath leaves him in a giant woosh. “Eli,” Colby gasps my name.
“Tell me,” I beg as a lone tear escapes down my cheek. The tear visibly breaks something inside Colby. I watch as his face goes through numerous emotions in the space of seconds.
Colby keeps one hand on the mattress to steady us, but uses the other to tenderly cup my jaw. I tilt my face into the palm of his hand as I keep a slow grind on his cock.
His fingers dig into my jaw as he unflinchingly meets my gaze. I think he sees me, really sees Elijah Ruiz. Not the sexworker, the PhD pursuer, or son of a single mother, just … Eli. When I’m with Colby I’m nothing else but his.
“You’re the best husband,” Colby vows, voice trembling with restrained emotion. “I’m so glad you’re mine. My husband, my Eli.”
I gasp as my orgasm rolls through me like a wild wave crashing against the shore. My vision whites out for a moment, but I don’t miss the way Colby comes right after me, bucking so far into me that I think maybe I will feel an echo of him inside me forever. We gasp for breath together for a few moments, just staring wide-eyed at one another. Shocked by the intensity of the moment we just shared.
