Chapter 24 Sadie
twenty-four
Sadie
The way Colson looks at me is something I’ve never experienced. It’s like he’s taking mental photos, trying to remember every detail. It makes me feel confident. And like there’s no such thing as too much time with him.
Each look, kiss, touch has me falling under his spell.
I turn to face him, letting the water hit my back.
His hands move my hair from my forehead, fingers warm from the water.
I might be five foot eleven but Colson still has six inches on me.
He tips his head down until his nose is almost brushing mine, his thumbs on my cheeks and his eyes keeping me in place.
His thumbs brush against my skin and I can barely breathe. The steam surrounds us and I ask, “How do you do that?”
“Do what?” The soft skin between his brows knits together.
“Make me forget how to breathe,” I say.
The promise of a devilish smirk threatens his lips and he takes one of my hands, putting it on his chest. “Feel that?”
My fingers against his chest, his muscles, is quite the fucking sight. I let my fingers feel before I realize he’s talking about his heartbeat. His racing heartbeat.
“That’s what it’s like to be around you.” His voice is breathy. “You make me want to…” The words fade as he looks away.
“What?”
“Touch you,” he admits, like he’s telling me a secret. “Everywhere.”
His words wash over me, the water having no chance to be as impactful.
I kiss him like he’s something I need, something I can’t go without. I bite at his full lower lip. When I pull away, I swear I can see flames dancing in his deep blue eyes.
“Then do it,” I dare him.
A searing kiss is shared between us as his hand trails down my body and I bite at his lip. His hand lightly cups me until he tests my wetness with the tip of his finger.
Colson’s mouth pulls from mine and he bites at my ear.
“Wet. Like a fucking dream.”
I can’t help the moan that escapes my chest.
“You, Sadie Becker, are a fucking dream.”
My knees quiver; they’re struggling to hold me up. I know Colson would never let me fall. Fuck, why is that so hot?
“You good?” he asks, his finger teasing me.
“Yes.” I can’t answer fast enough.
Slowly, he inserts a single finger. He gives me a little bit before pulling out, the pace too slow. My hips tilt, trying for more.
Colson adds another finger and I keep using my hips.
I’m so desperate for him to go faster so I take things into my own hands. I reach down, wrapping my fingers around his dick, which is hard and heavy in my grip. He pumps his fingers inside me and I jerk him.
His lips kiss my neck and when my fingers squeeze him, he groans. I love making him react this way.
“I want you.”
“You have me.” His voice is breathless as I work him.
“I want more. I want—”
“Tell me what you want,” he interrupts.
“I want you to fuck me. I have an IUD so you don’t need a condom.” I’m so nervous proposing something like this. It’s all risk and need but that’s exactly how I feel.
“I’m safe for you, baby,” Colson says, eyes locked on mine.
I bite my lip and that’s all it takes. He lifts me, carefully pushing my back against the shower wall. He kisses me, hard, and even though I have him, it doesn’t feel like we’re close enough. I want him everywhere.
Colson Burke is about to fuck me in the shower.
That’s the brief realization I have when I put my hands on his shoulders. His muscles tense as he situates himself.
He positions his cock at my entrance. “I hope it fits,” I whisper. The words surprise me; I think I meant to keep that as an internal thought and it fucking slipped through the cracks.
His mouth is ravenous, tongue tangling with mine. And when he pulls away, he says, “Baby, we’ll make it fit.” His jaw is tense and his words would have me dripping if I wasn’t already. “This pussy? It’s mine,” he growls.
It’s almost like he’s telling me the sky is blue. Yes. Obviously.
I kiss him, whimper fresh on my lips, and he lets gravity do some of the work. I knew he was big—my eyeballs and my fingers around him proved that—but when he’s stretching me, I find myself sucking in air.
Colson keeps me up against the wall, pulling out then pushing into me a little further. He keeps letting gravity pull me further onto him. The way he starts to fill me is unreal. I’ve never been with someone like this.
“You’re so fucking tight.” He pulls out, giving me a break, and pauses. “Are you okay? Do you want me to stop?”
“If you stop, I will not be okay,” I whine, scratching at his shoulders.
He gives me more. And more. It burns in a way I can’t get enough of. I’m squeezing him and he’s got an angle that has me about to see stars… and it feels like we’re barely started.
“That’s all of it, sunshine girl. That gorgeous cunt taking me so well,” he groans.
His mouth? I’m a goner. I tip my head back, catching a look of Colson, all muscles and not a scowl in sight. I almost have to pinch myself to prove I’m not dreaming. Because he’s looking at me like I’m special. Something to treasure. Like he can’t bear to miss a second.
Then he starts fucking me the way I’ve dreamed of. My back is pressed tight against the wall, and my arms help hold some of my weight as he thrusts into me. He lifts me like I’m nothing. Fuck, it’s so hot. I’ve never been with someone this strong, who has me feeling light as a feather.
He pushes in deeper, stretching me, but it feels like I’ll never get enough. The spot in my low belly aches and is about to catch fire. Pricks and sparks are on the verge of taking over.
A moan creeps out before I can help it.
“Oh, fuck. I’m close.” Colson’s eyes roll back a minute but he doesn’t stop.
“Colson—” I whine, desperate for him.
My fingers scratch down his chest and he captures my mouth with his. He bites at my lip, harder than I expect, and it brings me closer to the edge. The one I’d willfully toss myself over. Pleasure threatens to kill me at this rate.
“You saying my name…” One of his hands pulls at my hair before finding my ass, kneading it with his fingers.
“Colson…” I tease, stretching out each sound of his name.
His pace picks up and I’m holding my breath. My heart hammers in my chest, loud and unrelenting, like the way my pussy aches around him.
My orgasm tears through me, damn near violent and aggressive, but I wouldn’t want it any other way. I can barely catch my breath as a scream rips from my throat and bounces from the walls. It’s like I have pinpoint vision but can feel everything a thousand times more intense.
He grunts with the final thrusts and I’m spiraling around him with my climax. I feel his cock twitch and throb, and Colson stills as he pours his release in me, the steam from the shower enveloping us.
I hold on to the edge of my orgasm as it pulls me through another dimension, and I feel Colson’s cock still inside me.
“I’m never getting over you. I hope you fucking know that,” Colson groans, kissing me hard and promising.
He’s not the only one.