Why would he say that?
He recovers quickly, and refocuses on what he was doing before the compliment. His fingers run down my torso, stopping at my knees, and pushing them further apart as he lowers his mouth to my skin, kissing a trail up my inner thigh. Each kiss leaves my skin feeling hot, and when he plants a gentle kiss between my legs it feels explosive; familiar; important.
But it shouldn’t feel like that, should it? This is supposed to just be a fun way to let off some steam, so why does it feel like so much more?
“Stop overthinking it,” he mumbles.
I glance down and realize he’s watching me closely, so I open my mouth to tell him I’m not overthinking anything, but when he swirls his tongue against my clit a moan escapes from me instead.
“You like that?” he asks, not waiting for me to reply before doing it again.
I lift my hand to his hair, holding him in place as he repeats the motion over and over, still watching me. A warm heat spreads across my skin as I hold eye contact, feeling completely and utterly at his mercy, and he knows it.
“You’re so close and I’ve barely started,” he says, pulling back slightly to grin up at me. “I think the five minute title should belong to you, Kairi.”
“The great thing about being a woman,” I whisper, grinning back, “is I can come over and over and over.”
He makes an agreeable sound before lowering his mouth back to my clit and looking up at me with dark eyes. I expect him to do the same tongue swirl, but this time he strokes my pussy with his tongue—up and down, then round and round—and my eyes roll back as my moans grow louder.
“Look at you,” he mumbles, watching me carefully. “Your pussy is begging to come.”
My cheeks warm but I don’t let him stop, gripping him by his hair and pushing him back down. I don’t want this feeling to ever stop.
He chuckles against me, the vibration adding to the growing pressure. It’s almost unnatural how in tune he is with my body, despite us only ever having slept together once when we were both very drunk. He knows the perfect amount of pressure to apply, he knows where I like to be kissed and how, and I have no doubt he’d know how to fuck me into bliss—again.
My nipples pebble as I near an explosive orgasm and I start grinding against his mouth, wanting more. He keeps the pressure and the speed steady, not changing a damn thing until I tip over the edge moaning his name.
I can’t imagine feeling this with anyone other than him, and although that scares me, I’m beyond caring right now as I ride out the waves of pleasure until they slow down.
“Still so beautiful,” he whispers as he takes in my flushed state.
But I can’t take anymore compliments or complicated feelings, so I reach behind me and pull his pillow out from under my head and throw it straight at his face.
“That,” I say with a giggle, “was fun.”
He pushes the pillow aside and grins up at. “Round two in five minutes?”
I laugh, but the sound is flat even to my own ears. Colton studies me carefully, his expression changing immediately.
“Probably not a good idea,” I say, giving him a small smile as I sit up, pulling the pillow onto my lap and using it to cover as much of my body as I can.
He stands and stares down at me with a furrowed brow. “Did I do something wrong?”
“No.” I stare at the pillow. “It’s just…”
“Spit it out, Kai,” he says, nudging my knee with a half smile.
“You said I wouldn’t need to change for you,” I say, voice quiet as my eyes drop down to the spot that he nudged, my skin hot. “Why did you say that?”
“I don’t know,” he says after a moment. “I say stupid things when I’m caught up in the moment. Don’t you?”
Stupid.
That’s exactly how I feel.
I let out a weak laugh. “Yeah. Sometimes.”
“But aside from that,” he says carefully, “this is what you wanted, right?”
