33. Novi
THIRTY-THREE
Novi
This isn’t something I’ve had long, deep thoughts about, but Colby moving inside my body feels right.
It’s only his finger for now, yet I’ve never been more connected to him.
I can feel the way he cares and wants to make this good.
It connects with a deeper part of me that needs the tenderness of his kisses, his hands, the way his nose drags over my spine.
Colby is my partner in everything, and I hate that he doubted how deeply my feelings go, but with him, I’m ready for the world. He makes me feel invincible because I know I will always have his support, so I want to give him the same. I want us to be a power couple. The greatest that ever was.
My head coach husband living his dreams while I talk about hockey and play with our kids. This sounds like magic to me.
“You okay?” he checks, finger stroking in and out of my hole.
“Da.” It feels strange but good. This thrill of something unstoppable between us. “I want more.”
“Of course you do.” His voice is all smiley. “Let me guess, you want to be the best at this too?”
“Want? There is no want. I know I will be incredible.”
“Based on all that past experience?”
I love the way he teases me. “You will see. I’m going to drive you wild.” I press back onto his finger. “Now, more.”
Colby thankfully listens as he kisses along my neck and pushes another finger inside. It’s a tighter fit, but still nothing I can’t handle.
“More.”
He chuckles. “Give me a second.”
I twist my fingers in the sheets to try and be patient. Needing him always doesn’t make it easy though, and in no time at all, I’m pressing back into him again, tilting my hips as a silent beg for him to give me what I want.
“You’re so fucking sexy,” he says, mouth bringing the sensitive skin at my throat alive. My whole body craves his touch, including my very full cock hanging very heavy between my legs. That part of me really, really needs him to touch it.
He bites down on my earlobe, and the short, sharp pain distracts me as he fills me with another finger. This time, I notice the stretch. The fullness. Being worked open makes my balls ache pleasantly, and I’m impatient for it to be his cock.
His fingers stroke over something deep in my ass that sends a ripple of pleasure through me.
“There we go,” he says at my long moan. “That’s what I want you to sound like.”
“Keep doing that and I will keep making those noises,” I rasp.
His fingers are magic. I’ve heard about a prostate and how anal can be anything from uncomfortable to painful to amazing, but I never expected this. This steady buzz of building want, spreading out to all my limbs and making me hungry for Colby to keep going.
“I can’t wait to get inside you. It’s going to feel so good.”
“Do it already.”
He peels himself away from my back, up onto his knees, and spends a moment stretching me with his fingers. The noise he makes is deep and rumbly, just like those words he growled at me earlier.
I’ve never been so turned on.
“Yeah …” His voice is strained. “You’re ready.”
Finally.
“If you could see yourself from this angle … Fuck, Novi. This is seventeen years of fantasies come true.”
Suddenly, I’m thrown back to those days, all the times I’d looked at Colby and wondered. Longed for his touch. We’re no longer the grown men we are today but those two scared boys, too cautious to act on our urges.
“Colby,” I whine.
His fingers disappear, only adding to my desperation, and he grabs the condom wrapper from the bed.
I don’t like it. Being open and waiting.
Like my body knows this isn’t right. Colby should be with me always, and I’m ready for him, needing him to hurry it up so I can feel myself wrapped around him.
“Your ass has always tortured me, but this is something else.”
I look over my shoulder at him. “You can do everything to it that you ever wanted to.”
“There isn’t enough time in one night for that,” he says, rolling on the condom. “But this is a good start.”
Colby moves between my legs, both hands rubbing over my ass before he reaches for his cock. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I can feel it. Feel his hesitance, his excitement. Feel the way he wants this so desperately but is trying to make it last.
I feel it in him because I’m the exact same way.
He inhales deeply. “Okay, you ready?”
“Always.”
His cock presses against my hole.
I relax into the intrusion, hungry for it, loving the way his tip is forcing me open. Deep in my gut, this feels right. The man I care about more than anyone, the man I’ve wanted always, the man who I might be falling for, filling me in a way no one ever has before.
It’s torturously slow. Careful. I can’t wait for the day that we know each other’s bodies completely and can have all kinds of sex.
Quick and dirty, slow and sensual. Sloppy, drunken, fun, and deep, meaningful, drawn-out.
I want all of it with Colby, and if I try to picture a future that doesn’t have him in it, the sadness is unbearable.
He’s the only one I’ve ever wanted, and I hope that never changes.
Colby lets out a long exhale as his scratchy pubes reach my ass. It doesn’t hurt, which is surprising. The desperation in my cock has waned, but as soon as I wrap my hand around it, interest floods back into it. I stroke myself until I’m hard again while Colby’s hands run up and down my sides.
“Let me know when I can move.”
I squeeze around him, and he chokes over a breath. I wish we were face-to-face so he could see all the ways he’s making me smile. “I’m already good at this.”
“Fuck. Good. Yes.”
His wrecked voice makes my balls ache. “You can move.”
Colby settles his hands on my hips as he pulls slowly out and pushes forward again.
It’s a weird, different, amazing feeling. The way the movement ignites all the nerves in the area and has lust sweeping through me again. Each controlled thrust, each stuttered breath, the way his grip is steadily tightening on me.
And that spot he keeps passing over is making me lose control. Like my arms and legs might melt and I’ll become a puddle beneath him.
All discomfort is gone. All worry about pain has passed. The craving for more is filling my gut with force, and when Colby falls into a rhythm, I push back onto him.
This is the sex of my dreams. How I always imagined things would be with him.
I’m trying not to regret how I let him slip away the first time, but if I didn’t, would we be here now?
I was so young and stupid and scared back then, I’m positive I would have ruined it.
So while I don’t think the regret will ever leave me, at least I know this is right.
We came together when we were both ready, and now that I know what it’s like to lose him, I’m never going to do it again.
Colby is the only man who can match me. The only one I’ll ever be satisfied with.
The forearm I’m leaning on is stiff from my weight, but I don’t want to let go of my cock to ease the kink in my shoulder either.
I’m painfully hard, balls tightening with every thrust, and the noises Colby is making drown out everything else.
His balls skim mine with every thrust, and it’s almost too much.
The whole area is ignited. My ass, my balls, my cock, and everything in between is being worked in the most mind-numbing way.
Colby knows what he’s doing, and I trust him.
Sex couldn’t be easier than that.
“You okay?” he manages to get out.
“Velikolepno.” Great.
“You know I don’t have any idea what you said, don’t you?”
“Da.”
His husky laugh is so sexy. “Good. Carry on.”
How he expects me to be able to make a thought, let alone remember English, is beyond me. My brain is scrambled and soupy in the best possible way. All I need is to get off, to relieve the pressure building in my balls.
The way Colby groans, how he grips my ass, thrusts getting deeper and more forceful, tells me he’s getting close.
I finally let go of my cock to spit into my hand, and this time when I jerk off, I’m not holding back. My dick is swollen and ready, right on the edge, tip so sensitive that every time it slips through my palm, my ass clenches tighter.
“So close,” I choke out.
“Me too, Novi. Nrg , close. Fuck.”
I bounce back onto him as he fucks me, the sweet, loving Colby replaced by pure need. Neither of us is trying to be quiet, and it’s lucky we are down the other end of the house to the guest rooms so we won’t be overheard.
My hair is plastered to my forehead with sweat, the slap of his hips meeting my ass is loud and fast, my palm is slick with precum, and I’m sure I’ll have bruises left behind from his hands, and every part of this is perfect.
I speed up my strokes so close to letting go, and just when I think it’s taking forever, I finally hit that moment. That moment where everything is too much, feels too good, but it barely lasts for a second. I crash over that high, cum flooding my hand as my arm holding me up finally collapses.
Colby stills behind me, letting out a choked moan as he grinds against me before finally stilling, giant inhale piercing the suddenly silent room.
We’re both panting, and he runs one hand down my sweaty back. “You okay?”
I turn toward him and overexaggerate my smile so there’s no doubt how happy I am. “My sheets need changing.”
“That’s what you’re thinking about?”
“It’s my only complaint. Everything else was perfect.”
The soft look he gives me is exactly how I feel in my soul. Colby slowly pulls out, and when I’m empty, it’s strange. Like it doesn’t feel right. He pulls off the condom, ties it up, and dumps it in my bathroom.
He drops back onto the bed, and I crawl out of the wet patch to cuddle up to him. His chest is warm under my cheek.
I think I love you .
The acknowledgment settles over me, welcome and happy. The thought might have been sudden, but the feeling has always been there. Like when I look at Colby and feel at home. He’s my person.
And I need to take this worry away so we can be happy like this, always.