Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Gianna
I have to admit, the thing that makes this good for me is the normalcy of it.
Oh, wait. Hold on. I’m not saying that there’s anything run of the mill about me dressed like some sort of high-class hooker and waiting for my man.
I don’t even know how a high-class hooker dresses.
You understand what I’m trying to say, though.
It’s not just a typical day, me doing everything I can to make sure that Colton objectifies me when he gets here.
Normalcy isn’t me trying to make him see only my body.
But it also is, kind of. It’s normal for a woman to dress sexy for her man.
There’s an entire lingerie industry built around that fact.
It’s normal for people to just have sex, right?
It’s normal for a boyfriend and a girlfriend to be turned on by each other.
It’s normal for a man to look at his girl the way Colton looks at me when he steps into the room.
Damn it, I’m entitled to some normal.
Fuck, I’m about to cry. Thank goodness Colton moves too fast to let that happen.
Before the sobbing can catch, I’m off the ground with my hands around his neck as he carries me along in his arms. “I’m going to eat you up, little lady,” he says in a terrible accent.
I swear it has to be the worst impersonation of Johnny Cash as an Old West Gunslinger that anyone ever did.
And I still swoon and say, “Hayulp! Hayulp! Rally, I need help!” Okay, well I never said my accents were any better.
My accents are not. My outlook most certainly is.
I suddenly feel okay now, and it’s a glorious thing.
I don’t mean that I’m not overwhelmed still.
I am. Kyle remains nowhere to be found, and someone could have been hurt with that fire. Hell, I was hurt!
But I’m not on the brink of tears thinking of normalcy as something I don’t get to have. I have my normalcy right here and right now with this incredible man. Except, I suppose, there’s nothing normal about him. He’s more like a perfect man than a normal one.
He carries me into the room, and suddenly, I’m on my back on the bed and my feet are up, my ankles against his shoulders as he runs his hands from thigh to calf, left leg to right and then left again.
It’s just a simple gesture, and it’s not out there at all.
Nonetheless, it feels like the sexiest imaginable thing a man can do.
Don’t ask me why that is because I sure as hell can’t tell you.
You know what it’s like? It’s like I’m high.
Well, I’ve never been high. At least never recreationally.
I had medication once that made me kind of high, I think.
When the doctor thought I broke my arm back in junior high.
It turned out just to be a horrible sprain.
But I had powerful pain medication, and I guess that was high, right?
And that’s kind of how things feel for me right now, like that.
But not for long because he slides his hands down both of my legs at the same time and while he does, he lowers himself.
His hands reach the top of my leg and they keep going up.
My legs end up over his shoulders and he moves the lacy covering over my pussy to the side.
A second later, I realize I spoke far, far too soon about the sexiest imaginable thing a guy could do because when Colton’s tongue slips into my pussy, that’s all she wrote.
To say that this is the most amazing sexual experience of my life would just not be right.
It wouldn’t be right to say because, listen up, it wouldn’t celebrate enough the incredible and overwhelming sensations flowing through me.
I almost feel like I could cry again, but for an entirely different reason.
Colton uses his tongue like some kind of magic wand, teasing and tormenting me in turn. He focuses on my clit for a moment and I feel my orgasm climb to the surface. Then, he pulls back and barely touches the tip of his tongue over my pussy lips. It’s annoying and frustrating and mind blowing!
He finally really concentrates on my clit, sucking on it while thrusting fingers into me. I don’t last long after that. My stomach muscles contract and my pussy clenches hard, releases and clenches again.
“Colton!” I shout his name and then, my voice is gone as I fall under the crashing tidal wave of my orgasm. It swallows me whole. Every nerve in my body ignites. He brushes his hands over my stomach, and a completely new wave smashes over me.
I barely notice he’s climbed up onto the bed above me until his cock slides into me. I buck beneath him and moan. He dips down and kisses me. He thrusts slowly at first but as his urgency begins to match mine, he moves faster and harder. Every stroke of his cock makes my nerves light up again.
My orgasm seems like it has never stopped.
Like it will never stop. It just goes on and on, getting crazier and wilder with each thrust. I feel like it won’t ever stop.
I bring my legs up to wrap around him and pull him deeper into me.
Colton kisses me again and then, grabs me tightly to him and rolls us over.
I end up on top of him, his cock still deep inside me.
I shake hard as another round of pleasure overcomes me.
Just from rolling over! It’s like the man can just look at me and make me cum, for Pete’s sake!
His hands grip my waist to hold me steady.
I start to rock my hips, moving faster and faster until I feel his cock swell and I know he’s close.
He moves his hands up my body and grips my breasts.
I put my hands over his and start bouncing on top of him, rolling my hips and urging him closer and closer.
Then, I look down at him and bite my bottom lip and moan.
I stare into his eyes as I feel him groan and gasp.
He cums and my mouth parts with a hungry sigh.
I don’t stop moving until he jumps around beneath me and his hands grip me to pull me off him.
“All right! All right, woman, enough!”
I giggle like crazy over that but I get myself under control pretty quickly. Then, I smile and kiss him. My own body is still shuddering. “What’s wrong Mr. Hero Fireman, can’t handle a hottie?”
He pulls me tight to his side and kisses me hard. “I can handle you just fine.”
We play around a bit and then, I get up to start the shower. This time, he joins me and we tease and cuddle with each other as we wash up. I feel all my worries slide down the drain. I know it sounds so fucking cliche, but it’s true. I’m so happy with Colton around.
We get out and dress. This time I just put on shorts and a T-shirt. Colton walks over to me and pulls me close to kiss me. I laugh as he grabs my ass and plays fingers under my shorts.
“That’s enough, man. We need to eat.”
He grins. “No thanks, I’ve already eaten.”
I roll my eyes and we kiss again.
I know, right? All we ever seem to do is kiss.
Oh, yeah. And screw. We do that, too.
You know what, that’s a great life.
I laugh again and then, my phone rings. I don’t think about who it could be. I’ve been getting plenty of calls from the workers and the insurance people about the house.
I look down and everything stops. My smile fades.
“Who is it?”
“It’s my brother.” My hands shake as I answer. “Kyle?!”
“I’m sorry, no. This is Officer Warren. I’m here at the hospital with Kyle, he says he’s your brother. He hasn’t been able to tell us his full name.”
My world narrows down to a small tunnel. I can barely speak above a whisper. “Yes, um, yes I am. Is he...” I can’t get the words out.
Colton stands behind me. I lean back against him.
“He has been admitted to the hospital. I can give you the details if you’re ready.”
And, of course, I’m not ready. I’ve never been ready for any of this.
“Go ahead.”