Chapter 22 Kolton #2
“Touch me,” she whispered, taking my hands from her thighs and pulling them to her breasts.
I did as she demanded, trying not to focus on the fact that I felt like I was a creeper feeling my idol up because she asked me to.
She groaned when I swept my thumbs across her nipples, then shifted forward, her stomach pressing into my erection, and she reached to kiss my lips.
I groaned too, because each movement of her body had my own screaming with desire.
It was almost painful, the way her bare skin felt pressed against mine as she undulated on top of me.
Sloane paused her kiss, pressed one hand beside my head, then she lifted herself off my cock only to take it in her hand.
My crown was swallowed by a warm, wet heat, and the whimper I made matched the one that came from Sloane.
She pressed herself against me again, her bare chest against mine, her lips sliding against my lips before her tongue was reaching into my mouth to marry my own.
Then she moved again, and my cock was surrounded in heat as I slid one slow inch at a time into her tight clutch.
I was going out of my mind. I grabbed her hips and thrust inside of her while pulling her down on top of me, and the world dissolved to that moment as we both cried out in pleasure at our connection.
“Don’t stop, baby. Please, don’t stop,” Sloane begged as I thrust into her over and over again. But I couldn’t stop. Couldn’t keep from touching her, from sliding my hands over every inch of her body as she did the same to me.
I’d never felt so connected to anyone, never felt like not touching and kissing would be the death of me.
I broke our kiss so I could lick my way along her jaw.
She moaned as I nipped at the sensitive skin below her ear and shook as I made my way down her collar bone.
She lifted her body to give me better access to her chest, and I fucking fell deeper in love with her as she rode my cock, her hips moving over me as my palms filled with her breasts.
Sliding one nipple into my mouth, I gave a gentle suck. Sloane lifted her hands, wrapped them around my head, and held me there, the whole time whining and begging me for more. I would give her anything. I would give her the world because she was the world to me.
“I’m the luckiest man in the universe,” I whispered against her skin before I sucked her nipple back into my mouth and gave a light bite. She cried out only to cry again as my fingers slid between us, finding the little jewel that pierced her clit. “What did I ever do to deserve this?”
She cupped my cheeks, pressed a kiss to my lips. “I was wondering the same thing, baby. I don’t deserve you. Never thought I’d feel like such a queen.”
Her words shocked me, but more than that, they had me moving.
I tapped into a well of strength I thought I’d lost, lifting her, turning the two of us, until she was beneath me and I was over her, her thighs spread as I sank deep inside her sweet pussy.
Her brown eyes shone in the overhead lights, glistening with unshed tears, and all I wanted was to soothe her.
My fingers found her clit again, my mouth found her mouth, and I kissed her as I made love to her, showing her without words that she was a queen. She was a diva, a goddess who would forever have my heart.
Her voice soared as her body clenched around me.
I chased after her, fucking into her tight hold as my own body shook and broke until I was spilling myself into her, filling her with everything I was, every hope and dream, every wish I’d ever had.
Until there was no me anymore, until there was no her.
Until the two of us were one.
“Kolton,” she whispered as a final shockwave rushed through me, sending energy like a lightning bolt along my spine. She cupped my cheeks between her palms and drew my face to hers, her brown eyes locking on mine. A tear rolled down her cheek, and it had my heart clenching in my chest.
“What is it?” I asked as I wiped the tear away.
“Did you mean what you said the other day?” My brow pinched and she smoothed it with her thumb. “When you said you loved me?”
Oh fuck. How could I lie to her face after what we’d just done? How could I tell her it was just a saying, that I didn’t mean—
“Because,” she whispered, taking my hand and pressing my palm to her chest, “I think I’m falling in love with you.”
“Diva.” My breath was ripped from my chest and my heart raced to catch it. It wasn’t a saying, not even close. Because what I felt for this woman was stronger than anything else. “I love you more than anything in the world.”
She beamed, then kissed me until my world went sideways and all I’d ever know was her.
And still, hours later, as we lay tangled together on the couch, unable to stop kissing and touching and holding each other tight, my heart soared when she whispered those words I never thought I’d hear against my skin.
“I love you, Kolton Johns. I love you so much.”