Chapter 52 Sadie
fifty-two
Sadie
His fingers dig into my sides and it almost tickles. A laugh starts up in my chest; when I hear it, it sounds like true happiness. It’s hard for me to think back and remember a time when I felt like this. Recently, or ever.
Colson does that to me. Makes me feel like I can fly. I keep thinking back to the first day we met. The dent in his car. The deep grooves in his pissed-off face. Grooves I like to try and kiss, like finding the start of our story.
His lips find my neck and I tip my head back, giving him all the access he needs. Colson stands, my knees on each side of him.
“Hey,” I try holding the giggle back, “I thought you were hungry.” I look to the cutting board I’d pulled out to make us lunch.
“Oh, I’m starving.”
“Then let me down so I can help with that.” I grab the front of his shirt, pulling him to me.
He drags his tongue across his bottom lip and then says, “You can help with that.” His hand starts at my knee and his fingers press into my upper thigh beneath my skirt. “I think I’ll have you for lunch.”
My belly flips. The fuse lights, and I swear, something buzzes on the surface of my skin.
Colson’s fingers reach up higher, hooking the band of my thong, and he pulls. The fabric dragging against my skin, torturously slow, has my muscles clenching.
He holds up my light pink and lacy panties before tossing them. His eyes pin me in place, deepening the ache of needing him to touch me.
I hold my breath as Colson gets on his knees, his face level with the counter. With me.
“Show me that perfect pussy,” he croons. I’ve never wanted to do something more.
I grab the hem of my skirt, one of my favorites for summer, and pull it up. The coolness of the counter pushing into my skin. Then I spread my legs, one at a time.
“Fuck. What a sight,” he moans, before kissing the inside of my thigh.
Colson settles between my thighs and I don’t know if I’ve ever seen anything more fucking beautiful. What feels like a millimeter at a time, he kisses up my leg. Covering the sensitive skin of my thigh, he then places the softest kiss to my clit. I cry out, arching my back.
His tongue gently licks me. “You’re wet. So wet for me, baby.” The vibrations from his lips are close enough that I can feel them, almost like he’s edging me. “I love tasting you.”
Tasting me? Fuck.
His lips drag over me before landing at my clit. He sucks and devours me like he’s starved, his fingers joining in by slowly pumping into me. Colson uses his other hand to grip at my ass.
My hips try to move, chasing his touch, the pressure I need. There’s no teasing here—Colson is giving me everything I want. I can’t keep still, my body trembling and moving on the counter as he inches me closer and closer.
“You going to come for me? All over my mouth?” he asks, but diving back in.
My pussy throbs at his coaxing. My hands pull at his hair and he groans against me. HIs tongue swirls against me and he adds a finger. Heat threatens to push through my veins, the edge of my release so close.
I whimper and whine, tugging his mouth just right.
And that’s all it takes. He keeps working me with his fingers, his mouth, and I come for him.
I choke back a cry as my orgasm runs through me.
My thighs clamp against his head, keeping his mouth right where I want it.
Colson doesn’t try to pull away; he eats me until the shocks simmer and run out.
“You’re so fucking gorgeous when you come.” His voice is soft and ragged.
I’m still trying to catch my breath, get my head back on straight from serving myself as a snack. And then he says something like that. The audacity—the kind I hope he never loses.
The world feels like it’s still spinning and I need something to keep me anchored. I throw my arms around Colson, kissing him, letting him have all my weight.
The way he has all of me.