Page 77 of True Colors

“Yes.” She’s breathless.

She straddles me, and I know she can feel me through her jeans, through mine.

I’m so hard.

“I want you,” I tell her.

“I want you, too.”

She sounds eager, even as her lips tremble.

She’s nervous. She’s innocent. But she wants me. I can taste it on her breath when I lean in to kiss her, soft at first, teasing, letting her get used to the heat of my mouth before I grab her by the back of her neck and indulge myself in her taste.

Her moan is sweet and desperate, and her hips buck against me.

I pull back just enough to see her face—those big, doe eyes wide with a mix of fear and want, her cheeks flushed, her lips swollen from my kiss.

I cup her breasts, and she throws her head back and moans. They are soft and generous. I play with their tips, feel them harden under my fingers. She writhes against me.

“You okay, my starling?” I whisper, my voice low and rough, my hands sliding down her back to cup her ass.

She nods, but her breathing is ragged, her chest rising and falling like she’s already been ravaged. She hasn’t. Not yet.

I stand up, lifting her with me, and she lets out this tiny gasp, her legs wrapping around my waist like she’s scared I’ll drop her.

I won’t. I carry her upstairs to the bedroom.

I set her down on the bed and unbutton her jeans. She lets me, watching me all the while. I take them off. She’s beautiful. So sexy in just a t-shirt and panties.

I growl, leaning down to kiss her neck, gently kissing her scar. It’s faint, but she obviously feels its presence.

I find her lips again and bite her gently.

She gasps, her hips lifting off the bed, and I can feel how wet she is already, even through her panties.

“I’m gonna take care of you, Anouk. I’m gonna make you feel so good.”

I slide my hand up her thigh, feeling her tremble under my touch.

I cup her through her panties, rubbing slow circles against her pussy. She’s soaked, her arousal dripping through the fabric, and I can hear her breathing hitch, her hips jerking against my hand.

“Oh, God,” she whimpers, her fingers tangling in my hair, pulling me closer.

I chuckle darkly, pressing my thumb harder against her clit, making her cry out. “You want more?”

She nods frantically, her body straining under me.

I hook my fingers in the waistband of her panties and pull them down and throw them aside. Then I spread her legs wide, exposing her to me.

She falls back onto the bed but rises on her elbows to see what I’m doing to her. Her curiosity is erotic.

Her pussy is glistening, her folds swollen.

“I have to taste you now,” I explain to her.

She gasps. “There?”

I lick her, slow and deliberate, tasting her.