Colton #3
She takes a step towards me, still moving to the beat of the music, her hands never stilling in a constant caress.
I’ve been on the edge of the seat, leaning forward and gripping the leather below me so tight I fear my handprints will become a permanent fixture of the room.
As she glides towards me I finally release the couch to meet her halfway, needing to feel her against me, to replace her hands with my own.
To my despair she stops after the single step forward, lifting her leg to place the bottom of her stilettoed heel to my chest, gently leaning forward to push me back against the couch, no longer within reach to drag her back with me.
“Sunshine,” I growl in warning, my self-control waning the longer she’s not in my arms.
“Shh, let me play,” she says, using my own words against me from the first time we crashed together.
It’s a fitting punishment, and I’d happily commit the crime over and over, as long as she’s the one granting my absolution.
Her leg drops to the floor as a single brow lifts, waiting to proceed until she has reassurance I will stay put.
I relax my body, spreading my legs out wide and bringing both arms up to rest along the back of the couch, a silent white flag to let her do as she pleases.
She takes the empty space between my legs leaning forward to brush her lips to mine. “Good boy.” Before I can capture her mouth for a kiss, she rolls her body around, bowing her back and pressing her ass against me, eliciting a low rumble from deep in my chest.
My head drops back against the couch, reciting the starting lineup for the New York Rangers in my mind, willing myself to be the good boy she called me. She continues to swivel her hips, grinding herself against my lap, holding my knees wide as she works me over.
I don’t give myself enough of a grace period, bringing my head back down to look at her as she brings her back to my chest, hands moving up my spread thighs as she leans further into me, tilting her head back to give my neck a nip before soothing it over with open kisses.
I gaze at the sight before me, the mirror capturing how perfectly she fits against me.
Her smile terrifying and beautiful, it promises a pain I’ll end up craving.
She leans forward, lifting her ass slightly against my hard length, allowing me to slip each thumb under the straps of her thong, dragging them back and forth over the dimples that sit above her perfect ass, listening to her moan as I knead the softness of her hips while I lightly lift my own.
If someone offered me a million dollars to name the song she moves to in this exact moment, I would fail spectacularly. Nothing exists beyond her, beyond this need that only she can sate.
She sits straighter to perch on my lap, and I follow, keeping my chest to her back and shifting one hand to wrap around her body and splay out against her stomach. Her breathing becomes ragged, but my hold is weightless, leaving the control with her to do with as she pleases.
I kiss her shoulder, looking into her eyes in the mirror as my other hand reaches up to remove the daggers pinning her hair, one, then the other, allowing her dark tresses to cascade along her spine.
“Perfect,” I murmur against her neck, giving her one last kiss, watching her body quake as I pull my hands away from her soft curves, slinking back to my assigned seating.
Her hands trail up to thread through her newly freed hair, tilting her head back and moaning long and low. I watch the way the ends of her hair kiss along my abdomen, distracted as she moves to slide from my lap. Dropping to her knees she turns to face me, the shift graceful and unhurried.
She leans into me, hands snaking up my thighs before working the belt and button of my slacks open.
My eyes are planted on where her hands deftly hold the zipper before she breaks my trance with a kiss.
I hear the soft clicks of the zipper being dragged down as she takes my bottom lip between her teeth and bites.
I groan into her mouth, lifting my hips so she can work my pants down far enough to pull my cock free, groaning into her kiss as she grips my base hard.
Harper kisses her way down my chest, undoing the buttons of my shirt until it hangs open before leaning back to sit her gorgeous ass against her heels. She rests her cheek on my thigh, watching her small hand as it works my shaft in slow torturous strokes.
“Say it again.”
It’s not a question, but a breathless demand I’m happy to grant. I will never stop telling her I love her. I drag my thumb over her exposed cheek, burrowing my hand in her hair to shift her gaze away from my cock to my eyes.
“I love you,” I say, voice steady, sure it might be the only thing I know to be true. Her eyes close at my words, her nostrils flaring as a silent shudder racks her body. I tighten my grip, snapping her eyes open once again, pulling her face to meet mine halfway.
“Now be a good girl and suck my cock,” I speak against her lips, releasing her hair and relaxing against the couch, arms outstretched behind me.
She set the stage, now I’m ready for the show.