34. Colton
thirty-four
Colton
W hile Kiara takes a quick shower, I open a can of soup and heat it on the stovetop, setting crackers and cheese on a plate. We also have sliced roast beef and a chicken jambalaya the woman at the deli insisted we try, but I’ll let Kiara decide if and when she wants that.
I’m not real hungry right now, especially not when I see her come out of the bathroom wrapped in a plush white robe that’s big enough to cover her feet, the sleeves rolled so much they look like floaters. “It’s all yours,” she says.
I kiss her lips, wanting her again. I was dying to shower with her, but I know better than to ask for too much, too soon. Kiara’s virginity is—was—not so much about anatomy as it is about trust. She knew where all her relevant parts were. She knew what to expect when I made love to her.
But she’s still a virgin when it comes to intimacy.
My body hums at the thought of everything I want to do to her, with her—that I will do. Starting with taking a bath together. And showering together.
This place has a Jacuzzi bath, and I’m not letting it go to waste.
I quickly towel off, wear the other robe, and join Kiara downstairs.
She turns her back to the window to look at me. “You look like a boxer,” she says, smiling at the way the robe barely covers my knees and constricts my shoulders. She blows on a cup of tea. “I made a whole pot. Want some? It’s really good. Dude has good taste.”
I wrap my arms around her as she turns around to resume her observation of the outdoors. “What were you looking at?” I set my chin on the top of her head. “Is that what I think it is?” I say, eyeing a square-like shape under a pile of snow.
“Hot tub, yeah. There’s instructions over there. Too bad it’s under three feet of snow and we don’t have swimsuits.”
I kiss the top of her head. “Swimsuits?” Damn if I’m wearing anything when I’m alone with Kiara near a hot tub. “Lemme find a shovel.”
She looks at me with a glint in her eye. “I guess the soup can wait. I’ll grab a couple of towels.”
By the time we’re in the water, it’s totally night. We turned all the lights off in the A-frame. The snow stopped falling, the sky cleared up, and despite a bright moon we have a spectacular view of the stars. Kiara drops her head back to look up.
“Colt, look!” she says, glancing at me.
“Your neck is a way better view than the stars to me.”
She straightens her head. “Awww,” she says, her foot reaching mine to give me a stroke. Her smile is soft. I’ve never seen Kiara soft or heard her say “ awww .” It’s new to me. I knew she’d be soft inside. I didn’t know how good it would make me feel when I finally found out.
“Why are you so far away?” I clutch her thighs between my feet and draw her to me.
She slides off the seat and dips under water for a beat, reappearing with a squeal. Instead of sitting next to me, she straddles me and looks me in the eye. Her nipples are right at the surface of the bubbling water, her naked shoulders glistening. She slides her arms around my neck and dips her face down to kiss me. “D’you think it’d be okay to have sex in here?”
Sweet Kiara. My dick was already paying attention. He answers for me. “I think it’s required.”
She laughs softly. “I didn’t see that in the Airbnb rule book.”
“It’s an unwritten rule, Kiara. I find myself naked with you, anywhere, I have to take you. That’s rule number one. Rule number two, I find myself in a hot tub with you, I have to take you.”
“Isn’t that the same thing?” she asks, lifting herself on her knees so she can place her entrance right where it needs to be.
“There’s a distinct—aaaah, fuck.”
She throws her head back and takes a deep breath. “I’m never forgetting this moment. You inside me and the stars above us.” She moves slowly up and down my shaft.
“You okay?” I ask. It’s been only what—two hours? She has to still be sore.
She moans softly as she lifts herself up, then comes down, setting her own rhythm. I hold onto her waist, feeling the hum build inside her, licking her perky nipples as they inch closer to my mouth, making my way up to her delicate neck. “Can I tell you something?” she whispers, leaning against my ear so I can hear her over the sound of the bubbles. “You’re better than in my fantasies. Like, way better.” Then she licks the side of my ear and moans so close to me I almost lose it.
“Fantasies?” I croak, nudging her face so I can look at her. Reaching to the side, I turn the hot tub controls off so I can hear her better—and see us in the water.
“Yeah, fantasies,” she repeats as she settles on me, my dick inside her to the hilt, and sways her hips.
Kiara. Kiara had fantasies. About me. I throw my head back and hiss.
“You like that?” she asks, increasing her movement.
“Cupcake, I like everything you do,” I answer. “Now, about those fantasies…” I cup her hips with my hands, my thumbs in the crease of her thighs, my fingers splayed on her tight butt.
She clenches around me. “Yeah?”
“Wanna tell me what they were?”
She bites her bottom lip, then chuckles. “Um… no.”
She’s killing me. “Come on! Please?” What could she possibly be fantasizing about, that she won’t repeat to me?
She stays silent, and I can tell she’s focusing on our joined sexes, and the feeling between her legs and inside her. Her bottom tenses a bit and she grips my shoulders in a more mechanical way.
It’s time to take her out of her head. “Was it that dirty? I can handle dirty, you know.” I caress her back, then lean over for a quick suckle on her offered tit.
She snaps out of her mind. “It was nothing dirty… it was nothing that you would do. I was just trying to imagine how you looked and how… how…” Her insides clench around me.
“How it would feel if I licked your body inch by inch? Rubbed your feet after a long day of work? Got into a bubble bath with you and gave you a scalp massage?”
She gives me a shy grin that morphs into full-on smile. “I was really wondering how you looked naked. I’d remember the little I saw and made up the missing parts.”
“And?”
She pretends she doesn’t understand my question. “And what?” she asks, lifting herself almost off my dick and lowering herself back down, doing her ass wiggle at the end. The now-still water splashes softly around us, filling the silent night.
“And you did what with that?”
She swallows. “I made myself come.” She goes up and down again, her breasts sloshing in and out of the water.
“Sweets.”
“Yeah?” she whispers.
“ I made you come. The thought of me. And guess what?”
“What?”
“There’s a good chance I was doing the same, one floor up, thinkin’ ’bout you.” I want to plow into her right now, but I let her keep the lead.
Reading my thoughts, she says, “You okay?”
I have to chuckle at that. “Whadda ya mean? I’m in heaven.”
“Can I go faster?”
“Babe, I don’t know what those books you read taught you about sex, but yes, fuck yes, you can go faster and harder. Just let go, sweets, and have your way with me.”
Her eyes turn as dark as ink as her gaze goes from my eyes to my lips to my torso to our midsection. “Colt…” Whatever she was going to say morphs into a full-on moan. The way her eyebrows narrow and her moan pitches when my cock hits her deepest spot is such a turn-on, I have to focus to keep it together.
“Fuck you’re hot, Kiara. Always thought you were hot, but this… this…” My gaze zooms back down to her breasts bouncing in front of me.
“Suck on me,” she says, leaning against my face. An owl toots, and then it’s only the water sloshing around us, faster and faster as she increases her speed, and her little cries of pleasure.
“Colt…” she moans as I feel her clench around me. I let go of her breast to cup her back and bring her to me as she comes undone, the long tremor of her orgasm filling me with something like pride.
Then she folds down onto my chest, aftershocks rocking her and teasing my dick in an unbearable manner.
“How ’bout you?” she asks in a small voice, moving her hips around my enraged cock.
“Not gonna come in here and then hafta ask my buddy how and why I should drain the damn thing.”
She chuckles, the movement another torture to my dick. “Good thinking,” she murmurs. “Let’s go inside. I wanna finish you off with my mouth.”
Holy mother. I hoist us off the tub, wrap us in the towels, and get us inside, in front of the roaring fireplace. I’ll take care of the trail of water later. “Don’t you ever tell me that the books you read at Millie’s are sweet little romances. No virgin talks dirty like that. Holy shit, sweets.”
“You don’t like it?”
“I fucking love it. Tell me again what you’re gonna do with your mouth?” I say as she sets herself on her knees in front of the fireplace.
She licks the tip of my cock and locks eyes with me. “I can’t talk with my mouth full, Colt. So what will it be? Dirty talk or…” She runs her hands up the back of my thighs and cups my ass.
The only answer I can manage is a hiss.
She takes the tip into her mouth and swirls her tongue around it, then takes my cock deeper in her mouth, giving it a few sucks with barely there teeth, then lets go and looks up at me, holding my cock. “It tastes good,” she says in a raw voice, her gaze back on my cock. She runs her thumb on the tip, smearing a pearl of cum. A string stays attached to her thumb as she brings it to her carmine lips to lick it dry. “And it’s just so soft, I could suck on it all day.”
I groan. God, she’s so fucking perfect. And she was there all along. My friend.
With a deep, contented breath, she brings her mouth back to my purple cock and sucks me dry. She doesn’t let me pull her off when I warn her I can’t hold it anymore, and I come in long spurts, the orgasm she gives me so powerful that my knees buckle.
I collapse to the floor with her in a tangle of limbs and cover us with the thick towel as we catch our breaths. She arranges herself so her back is to my front and we both watch the dancing flames. “Sweets?”
“Yeah?”
“Can I just say, I love a lot of things about you. And fucking you is way up there.” My dick twitches and she wiggles her ass against me.
“You’re making me horny again,” she says.
I drop a kiss in the curve on her neck. “For real?”
“Yup. Let’s keep it for later,” she says, right as my hand falls on her breast, the nipple hardening.
“Or I could just take care of it.”
I feel her smile under my lips. “Or you could just take care of it.”