Chapter 13
Colin
Sunday morning, I wake early, feeling like my face is vibrating.
What? My eyes creak open, tufts of white and orange poking my lashes.
I sigh, smiling at the source of shaking.
Bitsy. I’d left the door cracked after getting up for a drink at some point during the night.
Bitsy’s little body stretches between Sydney’s face and mine when I lift my head to peek over at her.
Bitsy scootches closer, curling back into a ball in the space under my chin on top of my shoulder.
The purring gets louder as she rubs her head against my stubble.
Tiny daggers splay against my collarbone as she decides to “make muffins”.
Reaching up with one hand, I gently rearrange the insanely sharp muffin makers while I stroke her back with my other.
She licks my jawline, instantly making my heart warm.
Okay, I love this cat. I roll to my side so I can get a view of all three of my girls.
A tiny brrr sounds from Little Bit, and she stretches a paw up, lightly poking my chin to get my attention.
I look down at the little fluff. She slowly blinks at me, giving me the equivalent of kitty kisses, an ultimate sign of affection.
I slowly blink back, giving chin scratches.
Amy’s curled up contentedly at Sydney’s feet.
This feels so utterly normal, and my heart leaps at the idea that this could become our normal.
The sudden yearning for a family stirs within.
I’m not getting any younger. I want this.
I want to wake up every morning to Sydney’s gorgeous smile, a fluff ball on my chest, and Amy curled up by our feet.
The idea of little feet running into the room and climbing up in bed to snuggle between us puts a smile on my face.
A baby. Little blue eyes that maybe mirror my own looking up at me with joy and love. Yeah, I want that.
I look back over at Sydney, breathing softly, her hair all tousled across the pillow, and imagine her with a round belly.
I swallow down a lump of emotion the thought of her carrying my child evokes.
I can imagine my fingers tracing her swollen belly, feeling my child stir and push back against my fingers.
It hadn’t happened for Jenna and I. We had just started talking about it a few months before the accident.
It was a dream I’d long since tucked away, but it is waking with a ferocity I can’t tame.
Sydney has brought so many parts of me back to life that I hadn’t realized had even died, and I’ll never be able to fully express my gratitude. I am determined to show her how much she means to me. God’s given me a second chance at love and a fulfilling life. I will not take it for granted.
I pick Bitsy up and put her down gently at the end of the bed.
She can make up her own mind whether or not she wants to brave going closer to Amy or jumping down on the floor.
It won’t be long till I scooch them both off the bed.
I’ve got a woman that my fingers are aching to touch.
I scoot closer, tracing her cheek before leaning in to kiss her forehead.
I let my fingers travel over her shoulder and down her arm watching as she stirs, stretching lightly before blinking slowly.
Her eyes are still unfocused and the cuteness of her barely awake state has me pulling her closer by the waist while I lean in to kiss her.
She sighs contentedly, her body melting into my arms. She’s so warm, pliable and soft.
“Morning,” I whisper against her lips.
“I could get used to waking up like this. You’re spoiling me,” she gruffly whispers back.
Her back arches in a morning stretch, pressing her breasts against my chest. I hum in approval of the contact.
I take the opportunity to bend down and kiss the exposed skin of her chest peeking out above the neckline of her sleep tank.
The skin is soft and voluptuous, tempting me.
My fingers skim up underneath the shirt, allowing my thumb to trace the underside of a breast. She throws a leg over my hip, using it to pull us closer together and traces my bicep with her fingers.
I pull the tank up to reveal a glorious tit and lazily lick a nipple before drawing it into my mouth.
I flick it with my tongue until it’s hard and repeat the motion with the other while the pad of my middle finger draws circles around the wet one.
She pushes me onto my back and slings a thigh over my hips, effectively waking Amy.
Little Bit hisses and jumps down, and Amy follows after her like she’s gonna lick her to death.
I chuckle, then groan as Sydney pulls her shirt up and over her head.
My hands travel over her hips and pull her thong over her ass cheeks.
They’re stuck around her thighs, but we’ll get to that.
I lift my hips and tug down my boxer briefs, desperate to be inside of her as she kisses a hot path up my neck to my ear.
She works herself over the tip of me, sinking slowly, groaning with me as my body invades hers.
“We didn’t think this through before starting,” she pants out, trying to pull her thong out of the way more but not wanting to disengage from my cock. “I just needed you inside of me.” My cock jerks at her admission.
“I’ve got a solution.” I flip her back onto her back, and she squeals.
I smile and lift her legs up in front of me and pull the thong over her ankles, twirling it around my fingers.
“Ta-da!” I goofily sing, the both of us laughing, then sighing as her legs fall back around either side of my hips, and I push into her fully.
Home. I nestle my face into her neck, inhaling the soft scent of her lingering soap and Sydney.
I piston my hips deep and slow, allowing her to feel every delicious stroke I give her.
I hook an arm under a thigh and lift it further toward her chest, allowing me even deeper, and the needy sound that escapes her spurs me on.
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Sydney
Colin pushes into me at a languid pace that has my nerve endings sparking to life, sending the message throughout my body that I am his to pleasure, that it has a new master, and that ecstasy will only be attainable at his command.
The moment my eyes opened, I could see his need blatantly written across his face.
I could never deny him. I am absolutely enthralled with this side of him.
Since we’ve moved into the physical side of our relationship, I’ve seen Colin come alive in ways I hadn’t expected.
Seeing him be fully himself has shed light on just how much he’d tucked away from the world, from himself.
It’s been an exhilarating transformation to see.
I gasp as he sits back on his heels, pumping and reaching forward to rub my clit with his fingers. When my body tightens around his shaft instinctively, he grits his teeth, hissing with pleasure at the grip. His eyes drift down to our joined bodies, and his hips stutter a little at the sight.
“Damn, Sydney, I wish you could see this from my point of view.” His hips stutter again before his pace quickens a smidge. I smile, loving the sight of him unraveling in front of me. An idea takes root.
“Does it feel good, baby?” I pant out, needing to know and dying to see how he reacts to my words.
Amusement flitters across his face before being consumed by a dark, lustrous look. I’m game to play.
“Fuck, yes, you feel good,” he growls between gritted teeth, then growls again when the sound of his voice makes my core squeeze around him. I want to see the look in his eyes when I make him come, and I want him to come hard.
“You love the way my pussy squeezes your cock?” I exaggerate the last words, squirming under his gaze that is burning ferally into mine.
I moan when he flexes his hips at a slightly different angle and his cock hits a delightful spot deep within me.
Fuck, that’s good. A strangled sound breaches his lips when I cry out. He’s close.
“Shit…please tell me you’re close before you come at me with more of that dirty talk. I won’t be able to handle much more.” His voice quivers. I smirk the best, dirtiest smile I’ve got for him, and his eyes almost plead with me to come so he can.
“Harder,” I demand. His eyes flutter closed, and he curses under his breath.
He pushes both knees up to my chest, causing me to sharply inhale and whimper as he buries himself deeper, putting his back into it.
I have to fight to keep my eyes on him when all I want is to throw my head back and enjoy the sensations trying to take over.
His eyes take in my jiggling breasts, and he licks his lips before looking back at me.
His features begin to scrunch with concentration and determination.
He will not come before I do. He’s beyond desperate to do so.
“Sydney, baby…” he grunts, his jaw flexing, the warning that he’s almost to the point of no return.
“I’m close,” I pant. I lean up on an elbow and suck a finger into my mouth, snaking a hand down my stomach. His eyes widen with the realization that I’m going to take over and touch myself so he can focus more on the pumping. He groans.
“Fuck, that’s so hot.” His eyes bounce around my body, not knowing what he wants to watch more.
I whimper when I make the first circle of my clit, sliding my fingers down to feel him sliding in and out of me. His breath bursts out harshly.
“Sydney…”
“You going to make a mess of me, Colin?” I ask breathily, working myself faster, feeling him begin to swell inside. I lift my hips to meet him now, intent to feel both of our releases.
“FUCK!” Colin shouts, slamming into me hard as I tip over that edge, my pussy milking him hard.
I cry out triumphantly as he pumps relentlessly into me, reveling in the fact that he can now let go.
He’s magnificent. His muscles strain, and the veins of his forearms and neck bulge with his exertion.
A roar of satisfaction echoes through the room as his cock kicks deep inside me, followed by hot spurts of his release.
I moan in appreciation, and he slows his rhythm, his mouth dipping to capture my lips in a kiss that twists my insides raw.
He rests his forehead to mine, both of us breathing hard.
“That was…” Kiss. “fucking incredible.” Kiss. “Gah…” Colin flops beside me, looking up at the ceiling in a daze.
“Agreed.”
I get up to pee and brush my teeth. I really don’t feel like dealing with a UTI. When I come back and climb in under the covers next to him, I’m a tad proud of how dazed he still looks, lying on his back, staring up at the ceiling.
“I didn’t realize that I’d enjoy someone talking dirty to me. That’s new for me.”
I roll over onto my side and toss him a saucy look.
“You’re kidding me.”
He rolls over, mirroring me.
“When that’s ever happened, I’ve always been the one whispering filthy things.
” He looks at me sheepishly, and I playfully push at his pecs, giggling at the absurdity that no woman has whispered filthy things to this man.
I mean, look at him. I could probably think of at least fifty dirty things that I want to say or tell him to do to me right now.
“So you liked it?” I tease.
“Sydney, I don’t think I’ve ever come that hard in my life. Yes, it did it for me. You did it for me.” I blush at the compliment. “Are you sore?” Colin asks me, rubbing a palm across my belly and up between my breasts.
“I think I’m going to feel you inside of me for the next few days.” We’ve had A LOT of sex this weekend.
He looks quite pleased with that statement.
“Good. I plan to keep it that way.” His lips peck my cheek before he crawls out of bed and finds his shorts on the floor. He pulls something out of the pocket and turns it in between his fingers a few times before coming over to me.
“Found this on my walk yesterday with Amy right before I found you soaked on your floor in the kitchen.” He smirks at the memory as he sets a gorgeous shell in my palm. I turn it, admiring all the dusty pinks. This little gesture warms my heart.
“It’s beautiful. Thank you so much for thinking of me.”
The wolfish smile he sends my way as he strides that beautiful ass into my bathroom for a shower leaves a delicious burn low in my belly.
I hear him turn on the shower, expecting him to just get in, instead he comes back to the doorway, stretching his arms to grab the top of the doorframe and flexing every delicious muscle for my viewing pleasure.
He’s already semi-hard again, and I notice how his eyes light up when he sees me looking.
“Get your gorgeous body in the shower with me. I’m not done with you.”
You’d think my lady bits would scream a resounding ‘no’, but all she can do is quiver in the presence of this man. She is always on board. Traitorous vagina.