Good Things Come to Those Who Wait #2
I grit my teeth. She’s just so…effortlessly, genuinely playful. I wonder if that’s why I’m able to be playful with her in a way I haven’t in years.
Hell, a decade.
It’s like she’s giving me permission to just be. No second guesses. No putting on a show.
Dropping the vibrator back into the drawer, I grab the box and open it.
It takes me two tries to tear away one foil packet. I blame impatience for how badly I’m shaking. It’s just been too long. I’m just having so much fun.
Not the whole truth, and you know it.
But the whole truth scares the shit out of me, so I’m not gonna go there right now.
Tossing the condom to Lainey, I sit up and start unbuttoning my shirt. “Open that.”
“Only time I like it when you’re bossy”—she brings the packet to her mouth—“is when we’re in bed.”
I chuckle, if only to drown out the thoughts that loop through my head. I’ll boss you around anytime, honey. Get used to it. We’ll be doing this tomorrow, and the next day, and the day after that.
What happens when it ends, though?
Where does all this relief and need and playfulness go when she leaves?
Because I like this version of myself. I’m terrified, wearing my heart on my sleeve in a way that makes absolutely no sense. Part of me feels like I’m being reckless. Another part feels just plain brave.
Maybe keeping my walls up wasn’t the accomplishment I always believed it was. Maybe…
Hell, maybe it made me less of a man. Because right now, buttons flying off my shirt as I tear it off in gleeful anticipation, my boots falling to the floor with dull thuds, I feel alive.
Fully, deeply alive.
It takes me too long to get naked. Worth the effort, though, because when I turn to face Lainey, her eyes rake hungrily over my bare chest and stomach and thighs, stopping on my erect cock.
Her throat works on a swallow. “Pretty.”
“You keep saying that.”
“You don’t like the praise?”
I chuckle, sitting back on my haunches between Lainey’s legs. My dick is obscenely heavy. Bigger than I’ve ever been.
“I love the praise. Clearly.”
Condom in one hand, she reaches for me with the other. We both watch as she gives me a firm tug, drawing a bead of precum to my tip.
I wanna lean in. Kiss her mouth. Let her know just how good she makes me feel. I got all this shit inside me—joy, eagerness, tenderness, gratitude—and I wanna share it with her. Show her with my lips and tongue what this means to me.
I want that so badly it hurts.
“Get me ready, honey.” I go up on my knees and scooch a little closer.
When she starts rolling the condom onto my length, my balls tighten. I close my eyes.
Inhale. Exhale.
I don’t think anyone loves condoms, but tonight, I’m grateful we’re using ’em. I might actually last longer than sixty seconds.
Lainey wraps her hand around me. “Come here, cowboy.”
Yes, ma’am.
Curling my hand around her thigh, I hike her knee up to my hip. Leaning in, I suck her nipple into my mouth before I climb over her.
Skin on skin on skin.
She’s warm, soft, and I moan at the feeling of safety that comes over me.
Which makes no sense. I’m an exposed nerve, a man at her mercy. But somehow I know she’s gonna take care of me.
She won’t make a fool of me by faking anything. Her eyes lock on mine as I lift my head, and she holds eye contact as I circle her clit with my head, then slide lower.
She’s here. Fully present.
I fucking love that.
Even through the condom, she feels impossibly hot and tight.
I can’t believe you’re letting me have you.
Her nipples brush against my chest on an inhale. Her hands are on my sides, her fingertips trailing ribbons of fire along my skin as she explores my body.
“Colt?”
I find her entrance, fireworks erupting in my skull as I push a little inside her. “Yeah?”
“How are you—the muscles here”—her hand coasts up my arm—“you’re huge, a brute. But so—oh—gentle when you wanna be.”
I’m pushing a little more inside her, her slick swollenness pulling me deeper. “With you. Only. With—you.”
“Not true. Your son. Family. The horses.”
I’d smile at the fact that neither of us can formulate complete sentences if I didn’t want to yell.
“Fuck.” I push deeper. “You. Good. Let me—”
“Yes,” she breathes, swirling her fingertips in my chest hair before thumbing my nipple. “I’m never…so much pressure—”
“Too much?”
She grabs my ass and pulls me down. “Not enough.”
I settle more of my weight on her, pinning her to the mattress as I bury myself to the root. She shuts her eyes, brows pulled together, but there’s a smile on her lips. The need in my core skyrockets. I kiss her throat, her jaw, trying my damnedest to keep it together as her cunt squeezes me.
She comes first. Always.
But then she rocks her hips, moving our bodies in a tiny thrust as she trails her lips over my jawline. They move up.
Move to the corner of my mouth.
I’d just have to turn my head to capture those lush lips in a kiss.
Reaching between us, I thumb her clit. “Tell me again—I don’t understand—why won’t you kiss me?”
She opens her eyes. I pull back my hips. Give her another small thrust. The barbell of her piercing glides across my own nipple.
Need. So much of it. Coiling tighter, making it hard to breathe.
Putting a hand on my chest, Lainey bites her lip.
“See, I wanna do that,” I manage, eyes on her mouth.
I roll my thumb again and again over her slickness while I begin to thrust in earnest. Her cunt flutters. Legs begin to shake.
I know the signs now. She’s close.
“Colt,” she pleads, digging her nails into my arms.
In reply, I hike her leg over my shoulder. The angle allows me to go deeper. Our fit is tight to the point of pain.
I brush my lips over her cheeks. The tip of her nose. When I duck my head to tug on her earlobe with my teeth, she glides her hand to my neck and holds me there, tenderly.
“Because the kiss—it’s the thing I always miss most.” Her voice is breathy. A little strained, like she’s trying not to cry. “And I think—I know—you’d be really good at it. I can’t—I don’t wanna miss you like that.”
My heart is going apeshit inside my chest.
She likes me.
Likes me.
Heart on her sleeve. No games. No playing coy.
A rush of blood moves up my length as I pump inside her. My hips jerk. I’m gonna come soon.
I’m gonna be honest. Because that feels like the next right thing.
“Honey, I’m already gonna miss you like that.”
Her eyes well. I press my thumb to her clit. She cries out, her entire body rising into mine as her cunt clamps down on me.
The pressure is agony. Searing white light fills my head. Tears trail down her temples.
Lainey didn’t give me permission to kiss her like I wanna. So I kiss away her tears, capturing their saltiness with my lips.
I come two heartbeats later.
Knowing all the while there’s no coming back from the things this woman has made me feel tonight. The things we said and did.
I unknowingly stepped off a cliff, and now I’m plunging to my death.
I’m falling.
Too hard. Too fast.
I love every fucking minute of it.