7. Lena
7
LENA
I wake to the weight and the heat of him behind me.
Hot, solid–a furnace pressed against my back. His heavy arm is draped over my waist, holding me like a treasure, a rough palm resting just beneath my navel, so close to where I’m throbbing that it’s almost cruel.
My body stirs instantly, wrapped in a delicious ache that’s lived in my bones ever since he touched me that first time in the barn.
My thighs clench together, and my breath catches. My heartrate doubles, and I smile into the pillow.
I’m not dreaming.
Colt is in bed with me.
I don’t even remember falling asleep here. I remember him carrying me inside from the barn, getting me a glass of water, then carrying me up here to his bedroom, but from there, it’s just blank. I must have passed out on him immediately.
That fuzzy feeling that rose in my chest is still there. I bite my lower lip as my core tightens, already wet, already needy. My hips tilt back on their own, just enough to feel the hardness of his arousal pressing against my butt. He groans, his voice dark and quiet. “That’s dangerous, you know…”
“Oh?” I giggle, grinding against him. He really is enormous. “And why’s that?”
His strong hand slides down my hips, and I realize I’m still naked. Are my clothes up here, or did we leave them in the barn?
Who cares?
“Because if you get me started,” he whispers, “I won’t be able to stop.”
I grin. “Good.”
His mouth presses to mine before I can get another word out. He’s not gentle, but he’s not wild like before either. It’s slow and deep and filled with passion–like he’s been waiting to kiss me like this. Waiting until he had more control over himself.
I kiss him back with all my body and soul. Our tongues dance together as he slides a hand up my stomach and palms my breast, a rough thumb brushing against my nipple, causing me to moan into his mouth. I arch back against him, but he presses my hip down against the bed, holding me right where he wants me.
“You’re hungry,” he whispers. “But I’m gonna take my time.”
Wow. This man is just full of surprises.
It’s like he can read my mind, because that’s what I want tonight too. No pretending, no fighting, and no rushing. Just him .
Colt sits up on his knees and looks me over. It’s the most intimate thing in the world, seeing him like this. This time he’s not shy about dragging his gaze over every inch of my body. He has nothing to hide now. It’s like he’s memorizing the way I look.
“That view of you in the water was just an appetizer. This–” He waves a hand at my nakedness. “This is the whole goddamn meal.”
His words are just too much for me. I don’t even know what to say. I’m blushing like a tomato as he spreads my legs with his hands, and without an ounce of hesitation, sinks down between my thighs.
Oh God…oh God…oh God…
My blush spreads, heating my entire body and causing me to tingle all over. Instinctively, I squeeze my legs together and push back, trying to get away. But Colt is having none of that. He grabs me hard by the hips and looks up at me.
“No, no, no,” he scolds, shaking his head. “You stay right where you are.”
All I can do is nod as he tilts his head back down. His eyes are locked on mine, but when he shifts them and looks at her –I nearly pass out.
“Colt, wait–”
“You’re perfect, baby girl,” he says, awestruck. “Your pussy is so goddamn beautiful.”
My head is spinning now. I’m turned on more than I could ever possibly explain, but I’m also embarrassed. “I haven’t waxed,” I admit. “Not since I arrived. I’m normally more…clean…”
Colt shakes his head. “You think I care about that?” He scoffs. “Not even a little bit.”
I start to relax a little, but when I feel his breath on those lips, my whole body starts to tremble with anticipation.
“You don’t have to–” I start to say.
“You’re so wet for me,” he replies, his voice reverent. “Don’t be nervous, Lena. You’re gonna love this.”
He groans and lowers his mouth onto me.
A rush of sensation blasts through me as I feel his tongue spread me. Hot, wet, firm–he drags the length of my valley and locks his eyes on mine. My jaw drops.
The first stroke of his tongue causes my back to arch off the bed. He growls into me like it’s the best thing he’s ever tasted. His hands are locked tight on my thighs, holding my legs wide while he licks me slow and deep.
“Oh God,” I murmur. “Colt…”
He doesn’t stop.
He’s not stopping.
His tongue dances and flicks circles around my clit until I’m writhing, staring out the window at the starry night sky as a lang, drawn-out moan escapes my lips. My hips jerk violently up, and my vision blurs.
“Colt!”
I come hard on his tongue, gasping his name like a prayer. He holds his tongue firm, sucking my clit through my climax, growling softly as I completely fall apart for him.
When he finally rises up from between my legs, his mouth is soaking, and his eyes are on fire.
“That was…incredible,” I manage to sputter out.
He shakes his head. “I’m not even close to done.”
Crawling up my body, he kisses every tender inch of me, causing me to squirm like a fish out of water. He kisses me again, slow and possessive, making me taste myself on his tongue. My legs wrap instinctively around his waist, needy for more.
His cock is rock hard and pressed against my entrance. “Condom?” he whispers into my ear.
I giggle. “It’s a little late for that, don’t you think?”
Colt nods, and I remember when he took me in the barn, how unbelievable it felt when he came inside me, filled me with his release, which dripped out of me and down my thighs when he finally pulled out.
A rumble of pure male satisfaction and desire quakes from his chest.
Without even looking, he lines himself up, the thick crown of his cock teasing my entrance. The view is hypnotizing. Did that monster seriously fit inside me?
“Look at me, Lena.”
I obey. And as I do, he pushes inside.
This time, there’s not an ounce of hesitation or holding back. The stretch causes me to gasp. He’s so fucking big, so thick. My pussy fights to take him, but I want it. I want it so badly I tug at his waist with my legs, forcing him deeper, welcoming the sting of his girth.
“Jesus, girl,” he grits out, pumping slowly. “You’re tighter than a goddamn clenched fist.”
I smile, so proud that I can make this man react this way. “Give me more. I want all of you.”
He presses deeper, giving me every single inch until he’s fully seated inside me, his balls pressing against my ass, his hips flush with mine. For a moment, he doesn’t move. He brushes away a strand of hair that’s fallen in my face, then delicately kisses me just above the nose.
“Are you okay?”
“I’m way better than okay,” I laugh. “Now come on, cowboy. Give it to me.”
And boy, does he.
Long, deep, hammering strokes that hit every spot inside me just right. His body is wide and heavy over mine, wrapped in glorious muscles that flex with every stroke. His eyes fix to mine, and I can see the pleasure wracking him too.
“You’re mine now, Lena,” he tells me, his voice strong with possessive heat. “You understand?”
“Yes,” I pant, flooded with emotion. “I’m yours.”
He loves that–I can tell. He groans and thrusts harder, lighting up my body with overwhelming bliss.
“I’m all yours, Colt,” I moan, overwhelmed by what he’s doing to me. “All yours…”
“Damn right, angel. And that tight little pussy is mine too. Mine to fuck and mine to keep.”
He rolls his hips, and his cock touches something inside me that causes me to cry out. “I’m gonna come again!” I gasp. “Colt!”
“Do it, baby,” he growls. “Come for me and milk my fucking dick.”
The stars above seem to explode as my body clenches and my thighs shake. My walls clamp down on his thickness as I go off, and he follows right after, his hips slamming into me one last time as he buries everything inside me and sprays his warm, thick, juicy seed inside me, deep and raw.
He stays there, heart pounding through his chest against mine, sweat dripping from his body down onto me. I taste it against my tongue and smile, letting my fingernails trace the muscled lines of his back as I gasp.
Our breaths mix, our bodies tangle, and everything feels right with the world.
We lie like that together, skin to skin, heart to heart, until I feel my eyes growing heavy. And just before I drift off, I feel his lips on my shoulder and his voice in my ear, soft and certain. “I’m not going anywhere now, baby.”
I smile and pull him closer. “Good.”
Because I don’t want him to.
Never ever.