45. Colt
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colt
“Christ, I’m fucking hard. Do you know how many times I fucked my hand in the shower or guest bedroom to this?” She gasps. “Always to the fantasy of your sweet pink pussy and these tits and tongue.” I lean down and tear into her mouth. Claiming and possessing what’s mine, always been mine. I will never lose this fucking perfection again. Jesus, I need her.
I pull away from her and kiss down her neck while planking over her. I nip at the hard buds pushing through her shirt. She sucks in a hard breath through her teeth as I circle them through the thin fabric with my tongue. I look up at her as she stares at what I’m doing.
“Sit up.”
“What?” She looks confused.
“This is going to go a lot better if you do what I say without questions.” She grins and licks her lips. “Prop up those pillows. I want to show you something.” She looks concerned, and I kiss her stomach. She scoots up and as she does I hold her waistband in place so her shorts slide down a little. I lick that space between her belly button and the top of her manicured bush. I tickle the light hair with the tip of my tongue.
“This looks as if someone did some maintenance down here. Who did you groom this pussy for, Meerkat?”
“You.” She gasps.
I instantly pull her pajamas down and toss them off the bed and scoot down to get a better angle. I stare at her, and she whispers. “What do you want to show me?”
“How much I enjoy tasting you. I don’t think you’ve ever truly watched me suck your clit and fuck that pretty cunt with my tongue. And it’s been far too fucking long since I’ve tasted all this arousal.” I lick her from the very core of her up the seam, parting her lips with my flat tongue and finishing up on her swollen waiting clit. Her eyes get wide, but she doesn’t look away. I swirl her delicious bud, and she closes her eyes and moans.
I circle her with a finger while I say, “Eyes on me. Watch how I eat you until you come. Don’t look away. I want you to see the moment I know you’re releasing, and I made you feel that. No one else. Me. This cunt, this is mine.” She gasps at the word. “You know that makes me want to say cunt more. Because this beautiful dripping wet cunt is all mine to lap up and do with what I want. Fuck, Maggie. You’re so slippery for me.”
She groans, “Yes. I am.”
“You like it when I talk to you about how fucking sexy you are.”
“Yes.” Her voice cuts out as I put a finger on the outside of her sweet center.
She bucks her hips forward, and I push into her tightness while I suck her clit into my mouth and swirl my tongue. She calls out. “Colt. This might be the best faith-based moment of my life.”
I pop off her clit and stare at her. “What?”
“Nothing.”
“Focus, Mags.”
“On what?”
I shove another finger into her and tickle her from inside then feast on her. “Coming on my tongue. Claim my fingers. You’re so ready to explode. Be a good girl and explode in my fucking mouth. Let me taste it.” I move down but stare at her while I spear her with my tongue and my thumb digs in to give her clit some solid pressure. Then I switch positions, replacing my tongue with three fingers. She arches her back and begin to shake. I don’t let up fucking her. “Come, my good Meerkat, now.”
“Ah! Colt.” That noise is sublime, and I lap all of her up as she shakes around my face. Her face contorts in the most breathtaking way. I coax her through her aftershocks and then sit up. I lean over her body and kiss her lips. She hesitates for a moment.
I say against her lips, “You’re god damned delicious like nothing else on this fucking earth. Taste your desire on my fucking lips.” She kisses me and licks deeply into my mouth. “Fuck, you’re perfect. I’d like to say you just shook my world but that’s not big enough.”
Her smile is easy and lazy, like a warm summer day poolside. “Universe?”
“Bigger.” Maggie offers up.
I trace the outline of where I just removed my tongue. “What’s bigger than the universe?”
She says in a low and lustful tone. “Your love of the Patriots?”
“True. But the answer is everything. You shook my everything.” I kiss her sweetly, but her hands snake down my body and find their way inside my shorts. I lean into the contact. She grips the shaft, and I thrust into her hand.
“Wow. That is hard. Good. Want.” She sputters.
“Glad it has your tongue tied. Feels so good to have you touch me. Now, let’s see what it can do to you.” I nip at her neck and pull her hand off my cock. “Sit up again.” She does and I pull off her t-shirt and dive on her tits.
“Fuck, these are perfect.” I knead and hold them as I suck and lick the stiff nipples. Then I lick between her tits and get her sopping wet then straddle her, “Squeeze them together for me.”
“Yes.”
“That’s it. I’m going to fuck your tits for a second and then finish in that needy pussy of yours.” Her eyes get wide and there’s a hint of brow crinkle.
“Wow. That is a lot.”
I stop as I slick my dick with precum. “Too much?”
She breathy as she says with a desperation in her voice, “No. Bring it on.”
I slide between them and rut up into her. It’s a tight fit but not tight enough. I need inside of her. She’s moaning and watching in fascination with her tongue hanging out. I pull out and tap her mouth with my cock. She opens, gliding her tongue over the tip, and then sucks it in and I’m almost gone.
I quickly move over her, and she spreads herself wide around me. Her eyes sparkle not with lust but with the deeper connection we’re not ready to talk about. I pause momentarily dumbstruck by her beauty, grace, and heart. And then she reaches down, breaking our soft moment to find my hard cock. She lines us up, and I push in just a little.
“Tight. Fucking tight.”
“That’s because you’re so big. Did you get bigger?”
I push in another inch and my head falls back. “Yes. I’ve been doing dick exercises to bulk up.”
She lifts her hips to take more of me, and the sensation of feeling her bare or feeling her at all is crushing. It’s all of me, and all of her. Our eyes connect again as I push in even further, and her body opens to take the rest of me. Once I’m completely seated, we wait before moving. My eyes fill with tears. I’m not sure I’ve ever felt more tied to any other thing in the world. Or this happy. She is the face of something spiritual that dips into the unknown. All that is bigger than us can be found in this feeling and moment.
“Maggie,” I manage to say. She puts her hand on my cheek and wipes my tears away.
“Oh, Colt. It’s almost too much.”
“I know.” And then her body accepts me, and I slide further into her and all thoughts of sweet, overwhelming adoration fall away. We’re left with only lust. I pull out and slam into her and she sparks.
We move together, but at my pace. I will not last long and am shocked I’m still hard. “You take me so well. Next time you watch me fuck you. This time, feel it. Feel how deep I’m inside of you.”
She’s thrusting her hips up and swirling them a bit, and it’s everything. I push and thrust, pumping myself with wild abandon. Our intoxicating rhythm and her desperate sounds unhinge me.
“I’m coming. You do too. Right fucking now, Meerkat. Squeeze my cock into your pussy. Clench around me.” I reach between us and pinch her clit and she unleashes a shake and shudder that triggers me and I let go inside this perfect woman.
When I open my eyes, she’s staring at me as we both pant. “Why can you close your eyes, but I have to watch?” I laugh still inside this woman, and it shakes both of us.
I kiss her and slide out of her, hating every second I’m not connected to her in that way. She pouts a little. I pick her up and carry her to the bathroom.
“No pouting, we’ll do it again soon enough.”
She flops her head back. “But I’m boneless. I’m nothing but a puddle of happy.”
I shake my head and place her on her feet in the shower. “Let’s clean up and see how you feel then.”
She looks down and I’m not completely soft yet. “Are you kidding me with that thing? What’s it made of?”
“Sugar and spice and everything nice. Wanna taste?” I grin as she smacks my arm. I turn on the shower and stand in front of her while it gets warm. Then, when the temperature is perfect, I place her in front of me. I soap her back and her neck. She turns around, getting her hair wet, and I make sure she’s clean all over. I lean down and take her steamy, pouty lips.
Her arms go around my neck in a loose grip. She’s so tired. I turn the shower off and find a towel for her. She stands there while I dry myself off and she watches. I towel off her hair a little, squeezing it a bit.
“You know I can shower and dry myself.”
“Prove it another day,” I say and then I scoop her up and place her on the bed. I lie behind her and pull her into me. She sighs, and I hear her breathing slow down. I move some wet hair away from my face and kiss the back of her neck.
“I think I missed this the most,” she says quietly and I pull her even tighter against me.
“If I can help it, sweet Maggie, you’ll never miss it again.”
“You do that.” Her voice drifts off. I’ll hold her until she’s dropped off the cliff before I sneak back into my room. I fucking hate that I have to leave her.