EASTON
My stomach isin my throat; the enchanting view of Collie naked before me is all I see.
She’s an anomaly. Milky skin on display without a single imperfection. The freckles I’ve found myself consumed by trickle across her skin in the most unique places, daring me to follow them.
Her tits are small, yet a mouthwatering handful. With my eyes on her cleavage, I follow the slope below leading to a slender and toned stomach, her hard work effectively paying off.
This feels like a dream—a gift.
Two years looking at a woman I never saw as more than a friend. Fuck.Yearsjust begging my mind to see her as more. To make my future easier.
This right here is what attraction should feel like. As if I have to physically bare-knuckle the ground surrounding the hot spring I’m standing in, all to keep myself from ravaging her.
The hunger is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
But I want to take my time. I can’t rush if I intend to enjoy her.
And fuck, do I ever.
Collie followed me down the riverbank leading to the hot spring, only to watch me enter as she stood just outside the perimeter, calculating my every move. The way her cheeks flushed warm red at the sight of my cock stirred a thunder inside me.
I’d be a fool to ignore this feeling. And right now, I’m dead set on showing Collie just how deprived I am.
I almost tell her to hurry up, but she beats me to it, spinning slowly for me as if putting on a show. Her plump cheeks keep my attention, making me second-guess ever thinking I was a boob guy.
With Collie, I’m most definitely an ass guy. The things I plan to do to her and that ass would make even the filthiest criminal blush.
“Putting on a show, lost girl?”
She pauses, naked frame most likely freezing in these temps, but neither of us seems bothered. Not when inside, we’re overheating.
There’s a flame inside of me that something as heavy as a snowstorm couldn’t burn out. I know Collie feels it, too.
“Figured you’ve been patient enough. Might as well appreciate the goods before you get to taste them. It only seems fair,” she tells me, exuding the most beautiful confidence.
Half my body is under the warmth of the spring, but the other is on high alert. This feels heavenly amidst the freezing temps. “Stay right there,” I command. “I want you to play with your nipples. Let my words consume you.”
She makes no argument, a soft moan escaping her lips at the first twist of her hardened peaks.
Fucking hell. I can’t wait to have my mouth on those perfect tits.
“I’ve neglected a woman’s touch. I was engaged and yet, somehow, couldn’t touch her. Nothing about it ever felt right. But with you, I’ve wanted to touch you since the moment you told me to cut my shit and go along with the charade of being married to you. You’re sexy as hell, Collie. Your confidence is sexy. Your body is sexy. And I want you to hear me out when I say this: I’m going to fucking ravage you. Unleash all this pent-up tension inside of me, and you’re going to take it. Do you understand?”
Her hand glides down the slope of her stomach, heading straight toward that pretty pink pussy. Lips, I can tell from here, are already swollen, awaiting my touch.
“Don’t go easy on me, Easton. I like it rough. I want your pain and pleasure. Give it all to me.”
My cock is hard as stone, and I can’t take the waiting any longer. “Get in the water, beautiful. And watch those hands. That body is mine.”
I should be nervous, but I’m not. Everything about being with Collie feels right. Even after only knowing her a week. She’s already branded herself on me.
It’s just us in this public spring. We’ve got far more space than necessary, but I only need right here.
“I need to ask you something,” I tell her as she enters the barrier of the hot spring and glides to stand in front of me, the current calmer than predicted today. We don’t touch. Don’t move. Just take each other in from a foot away.
“Anything.”
“Can I kiss you? I know kissing is intimate, so it’s okay if you say no. I just wanted to ask first.”
