Chapter 22
Colin
Snapping the lid closed to the little, black velvet box holding the ring I picked out for Sydney, I tuck it discreetly into a pair of black boxer briefs on the inside of my top dresser drawer.
Surely, she won’t find it there. She only stuffs my underwear in here after folding them, and the majority of the time, I grab my pile and put it away before she gets a chance.
I only need to keep it hidden for a smidge longer.
I don’t want to do it right before I leave tomorrow.
No, I want to cherish the moments afterward and make love to my fiancè for as long as I like.
Preferably until she can’t walk anymore without feeling my lingering presence…
I hear the shower still running and decide to brush my teeth. I took today off to finish getting everything ready for tomorrow. I plan to spend most of it inside of Sydney. Holly comes in tomorrow morning, so there won’t be a whole lot of room for last minute play time.
Pushing the bathroom door open, I’m greeted with steam and the floral scent of her shampoo.
I swipe the mirror and squirt a dollop of paste on my toothbrush.
The glass of the shower is so fogged up, but the outline of her body moving beyond the pane of glass has my mouth watering.
Leaning my ass against the countertop, I brush while eyeing my beauty put on a show.
I could watch this all day long. Her head is tilted back as she rinses her hair under the spray.
I wonder if she actually heard me come in.
Her hands move along her skin, sudsing up every inch.
I groan inwardly when they round her voluptuous breasts, and I grit my teeth when they wander between her legs.
Being able to see while not being able to truly see is such a tease.
I’m hard and ready for her to finish up.
I lied about being able to watch this all day.
She takes her time rinsing before turning off the water.
Watching her dry her skin even does things for me.
Opening the door to step out, she eyes me with a coy smirk as her eyes travel the length of my body, taking in my erect dick tenting my boxer briefs and biting her lip.
Yup, let’s do this. That’s my cue to spit and rinse.
“You’re not working today?” She gives me doe eyes as she asks.
“Oh, I’m planning on working,” I answer huskily as I stalk toward her with a salacious smile.
I pull off her towel and drop it on the floor.
“On the bed. Now.” Her sharp intake of breath fans my fire as she obeys and walks into the bedroom.
She looks over her shoulder as she crawls onto the bed on all fours, giving me a different angle of her pussy and ass.
Mine. A deep rumble of appreciation leaves my throat. “Turn over and show me what’s mine.”
A little whimper escapes her lips, and she squeezes her thighs together before doing as I say.
She brazenly spreads her knees wide, offering me a view that could bring any man to his knees.
I’ll gladly get on my knees for her. I brace both arms on either side of the doorway and lean to keep myself from rushing to her.
I want to draw the moment out and leave here tomorrow with plenty of sexy memories.
“I take my job very seriously. I wanna see those fingers explore a little.” She bites her lip again and begins to trail fingertips across her breasts, her thighs closing slightly.
I tsk. “Keep them open wide.” I let my arms slide down the frame and prowl toward the bed.
Her eyes round slightly as I sink to my knees before her, watching her hand slide down her belly and back up to a breast before circling her nipple. I growl. “Lower.”
Her fingers crawl ever so slowly down her belly before she teases me by switching hands, leaning back on her left elbow.
I growl again with impatience and she snickers.
Her right hand trails from her knee to her inner thigh just as torturously slow as her other damn hand had from her tits to her lower belly.
How did she turn the tables on me? I’m not having it.
“I’m losing my patience…” I rumble dangerously.
“What are you going to do about it?” She toys with me as those fingers still crawl toward her very, very wet lips.
I lick my lips and look up at her, pleading with my eyes for her to just please, please touch that soft skin for me.
My eyes dart back and forth between her hand and her eyes, silently begging.
My breath whooshes from my chest, making me realize I’ve been holding it when her middle finger skims up and down her slit once, twice, and a third time to the top of her clit before sliding home deep, making me groan deep with feral need.
“Pump that pretty pussy for me. Fuck, that looks so good,” I grind out through my teeth before clamping a hand on each of her inner thighs, spreading her farther for me.
She moans breathily when I rake my fingers inward toward her gorgeous center and back out as I watch her pump away.
I bend in to nip lightly at a thigh, and her breathing quickens.
I smile against her thigh and look up at her. She’s So. Fucking. Beautiful. And mine.
“Add another finger, precious.” Her breath stutters, and I kiss her other thigh, closer this time. She pulls out but slides underneath her thigh this time, entering herself at a different angle while leaving her clit bared to me.
“Are you asking for something?” I quirk a brow at her playfully, and she nods enthusiastically.
I chuckle and kiss a little closer. “I didn’t hear a question,” I murmur against her skin, loving the frustration building in her gaze.
I kiss the back of her pumping hand, and she sighs.
I pull back a little. I allow my fingertips to trace the top of her mound and lightly trail over her outer lips.
She whimpers when I barely graze the top of her clit. I repeat the graze, and her hips jerk.
“Would you like my help?” I ask coyly.
“Yes…” Sydney pants.
“But you’re doing such a good job.”
“Please…”
I slide my finger toward her fingers and enjoy the feel of their slickness, her slickness starting to coat me.
She watches in fascination as I take that finger and glide it back over her clit with a little pressure once.
She gasps in pleasure and frustration as my finger leaves her clit, but moans loudly when I couple it with her other two fingers and allow it to penetrate alongside them giving her three.
“Look how good you take what I give you,” I whisper right before bending to flick her clit with my tongue. She cries out and bucks upward toward my mouth. I swirl my tongue over our fingers and back around her clit. She squeezes so good.
“You’re such a good, good girl…” I whisper low and reverently as I pull her fingers free and suck them into my mouth.
A huff of surprise leaves her. She fucking loves it when I praise her.
I smile lewdly as I replace her fingers with mine, stretching her wide with my three larger fingers.
Her eyes roll back in her head and the best, needy groan escapes her throat.
That sound is my undoing. I live for that sound.
I work hard to earn that sound, so when it graces my ears, I relish it.
That sound tells me I’m doing things very, very right.
I suck her clit back into my mouth and crook my fingers, aiming for that g-spot.
She wails and clamps around me, but I’m not stopping.
She’s riding my hand and face now, and it’s fucking glorious.
Her fingers tugging on my hair, undecidedly pulling me away to relieve the intensity and pressing me closer because it’s not enough, have me smiling against her skin as I furiously work my fingers.
She’s shaking so hard; I’ve just got to tip her over the edge.
I lift my lips, giving her just my tongue, then whisper, “I want you to soak me.”
I give a few quick twists of my wrist, and her body seizes.
Her elbow that was holding her up gives out, and her back arches beautifully off of the bed as she topples, squeezing me so hard and beautifully drenching my hand with her release.
Her cries are music to my ears, and I use my free hand to rip down my boxers.
I crawl up her body and kiss her breathless mouth as I plunge deep inside her quivering pussy, groaning loudly at the grip it gives me, welcoming me home.
“Now you’re going to do that again around my cock,” I say, almost breathless myself from the need rising inside me.
I set a punishing pace, our bodies meeting furiously before I slow for several pumps then pick back up again.
She raises back up to her elbows and pumps her hips against me, working to meet me hard on each thrust in, and my hips stutter.
I grit my teeth, loving how well our bodies work together and hating that I’m already so close to coming.
Her moans are getting needier by the pump.
“Fuck, Sydney,” I moan, unable to hold it back. “I wanted to make this last.”
“Fill me,” Sydney commands, and my hips stutter again, my control evaporating, need blinding me with her filthy demand. I pull out and flip her onto her knees and slam back home. She cries out, but pushes back against me, meeting each brutal thrust with her own.
Her little, whimpery “yeses” have me teetering on the precipice.
Only when her body tenses up around mine do I slam balls deep, allowing my cock to empty fully into her with a deep, long groan of satisfaction.
I disengage, admiring my handiwork for a second before lightly smacking her ass, pulling back the covers, and motioning for her to get in.
I crawl in next to her and gather her in my arms as our breathing starts to regulate.
“Morning nap,” I whisper against the hair atop her head. She hums contentedly as I tuck the covers around us more. I plan to be balls deep in her again as soon as I recharge. As soon as I…
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Sydney
Colin makes it a whole minute after tucking us in before he’s passed out in post-orgasmic bliss.
I giggle lightly against his chest and look up at him.
I reach up and run a few fingers lightly through his dark hair, enjoying this quiet moment all to myself.
If I get to do this for the rest of my life, I will die a very happy woman.
He didn’t shave this morning. I lightly trace the sexy stubble along his jawline, loving the feel against my skin.
His arm wrapped around my waist pulls me against him tighter, needing me close even in sleep.
I lay my head back down in my comfy spot and just listen to his even breathing, content with my life.
Bitsy strolls into the room, giving a little brrr sound in hello as she jumps up onto the bed.
She crawls up onto Colin’s stomach, does a turn and settles into a loaf as I pet her.
Yeah, life is good. I take a quick moment to slide out of the bed and use the restroom to clean back up.
When I climb back in bed, snuggling up close to my man and furball, it doesn’t take me long to drift off with them.
An hour and a half later, Colin wakes me up in the best of ways before going downstairs to make us a late breakfast/early lunch.
I find clothes and get ready for the day even though I know there’s a high likelihood the clothes will just be on the floor later.
He made it clear that most of his “getting ready for the trip” includes filling me with his cock as many times as possible before he leaves me tomorrow morning.
I walk into the kitchen to enjoy the sight of his tight buns cooking in just his boxer briefs with my apron on so he doesn’t get splattered with the bacon grease.
I admire, but can’t help the giggle that leaves me.
He turns his head sideways to see me as he grins and bites off a piece of bacon to hand down to Amy.
“You look ridiculous,” I chuckle.
“You mean ridiculously hot,” Colin banters back, tossing me a wink. Be still my heart. He’s right.
I saunter over and pet Amy while grabbing my own piece of bacon. He hands me a cup of coffee he already made up just the way I like it. I grab it from him appreciatively and lean against the counter next to him, sipping, sighing, and chewing another bite of bacon.
“I’m going to miss you this weekend,” I sigh against the rim of my mug.
“I’ll miss you, too, but I’ll be home before you know it.” He leans over and presses a quick kiss to my shoulder.
“I love when you say that.”
“That I’ll miss you?”
“No. Well, yes, but that you’ll come home to me. Our home. It makes me feel all fuzzy inside.”
“Well that makes two of us.” He gives me a peck on the lips this time. “I love you.”
Swoon…
“I love you back.”
We just stand there stupidly smiling at each other and sipping our coffee for a few silent moments while he does indeed look ridiculously hot in my apron.
After brunch, we take a long walk on the beach with Amy and finish getting all of his stuff packed for the guys trip.
That evening, we eat dinner and drink wine on the couch by the fire.
He pulls me in his lap and takes his time with me as the fire dies down, then carries me off to bed to start all over again.
We fall asleep, sated and happy, wrapped in each other's arms. He accomplished his goal, and I will for sure be antsy for him to walk back in the door Sunday night.