43. Chapter 43
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L ibby’s laugh is music to my ears. After she tried to kick me out, we ended up having a pretty great time. Unpacking took all of an hour since neither of us had anything other than our clothes. This morning when I saw all she had was three suitcases, I was pretty pissed. I know she lived with someone other than Blake before. For years. She really didn’t accumulate anything of her own in that time?
“Should we get furniture?” Libby asks from the kitchen island where she’s sat cross-legged and beautiful. I love seeing her this relaxed. She felt so distant at the start of the day, but that has loosened as time went on. Instead, she’s been playful and feisty. She’s been my Libby.
“We can. But I kind of like you on the counter.” I wink and relish in the sight of her face turning my favorite crimson color.
“I’m being serious,” she giggles.
I raise a brow. “So am I.” From my spot on the floor, with my legs stretched out and leaned back on my hands, I let my gaze pour over her. Soaking up every inch of her curves. Small beads of sweat, thanks to the Louisiana heat, trail down the center of her chest where I notice the rise and fall keeping a quick rhythm.
The cadence has my cock stirring to life and I’m now aching more for her than I have been all day, which seems impossible. But here I am, painfully hard and wanting to devour the woman in front of me.
Libby must sense what is happening in the room. She uncrosses her legs and lets them hang off the edge of the counter. To my surprise, she crooks her finger, summoning me with the most mesmerizing look in her eyes.
Not having to be told twice, I make my way to her, claiming my spot between her legs. “Hi,” she says as she wraps her arms around my neck.
“Hi Libs.” I brush her nose with mine and my ache grows deeper when she lets out a small hmm . “You could undo me with just your sounds. Do you know that?”
She buries her face into my neck, kissing her way up to my jaw. “That sounds like a lot of power,” she says before nibbling on my ear.
“You hold all the power, Libs.” This has her pulling back to look at me, her hooded eyes dancing between mine.
“Right now?”
“Always,” I correct. She starts to say something, but stops herself. Instead, grabbing my face and pulling it toward her, sealing my promise with the most intoxicating kiss. “We don’t have a bed yet,” I warn. It should be delivered in thirty minutes, but I won’t be able to wait that long.
“I thought you liked me on the counter?” she asks daringly. My smile and cock both respond to her flirtatious tone. She wraps her legs around my waist and tucks me in close.
“The delivery guys will be here any minute.” Why the fuck do I sound like I’m trying to talk her out of this?
“Then I guess you better make it fast,” she says while pulling on my belt. That’s confirmation enough for me and I grab her face in my hands, searing her with a kiss as she undoes my buckle.
“Lift yourself up,” I command, and slide her elastic shorts down her legs as she does. I stand back and take in the sight of her pretty pussy sitting atop our counter for the first time. Like a damn feast to be eaten. But there isn’t time. I could make this all about her, but the way she’s eyeing my groin as I unzip my pants makes me think there’s something else she’s wanting out of this than just my tongue.
My cock springs free from its restraint, and her tongue darts out, licking her bottom lip. But no more words are exchanged. I pull a condom out from my back pocket and slide it on. Desire fills the air around us as I step between her legs again. Her center is glistening as it waits for me to fill it. Grabbing myself in my hand, I run the head through her slits, letting the juices coat me. The sensation has Libby rolling her eyes in the back of her head.
I line myself at her opening and cradle the back of her head in my hand, wrapping the other under her arm to brace her shoulder. “Eyes on me, baby.” And as soon as her icy blues are locked in, I trust myself to the hilt, and Libby’s moan echos in the empty space.
“That’s right, Libs. Let me hear you.” I pick up speed and watch as her eyes turn from icebergs to oceans. The only thing better than how this feels is watching how much Libby’s body enjoys it. Needing every piece of her ecstasy, I slide my tongue into her mouth and stroke every inch of hers.
Heat travels down my spine, but I want to milk this small moment for all it’s worth. Slowing my pace, I lean back. “Look at us, baby,” I say and use my hand to tilt her head down to admire how good our bodies work together. Moving my other hand from her shoulder, I rub my thumb against her bottom lip before sliding it into her mouth. And she sucks it to the back of her throat, enticing my cock to jump while inside of her.
Once I’m sure it’s wettened, I take my thumb from her mouth and rub small circles on her clit. “Colt,” she begs in a drawn own moan.
“Come for me, baby.” And I slam into her until she comes undone around me. Her pupils dilate and her brows curve like she’s in the most marvelous pain of her life. I watch as she comes down off her high. Just as she hits the bottom, I pick up speed again and pull her forehead to mine. The sounds coming from her are now carnal. Guttural. Pure. “Together, Libs. Give me one more.” That seems to be the last straw. Her pussy squeezes my cock once again and my own release follows. I lose all control in that moment and buck into her until every ounce of me is gone.
We’re left panting and smiling as our bodies recover. A knock at the door makes us both jump and Libby hops down from the counter, grabbing her clothes and running to the bathroom, laughing like a schoolgirl. My Libby .