27. Colton
COLTON
The second my tongue plunged into the heat of her mouth, I scooped her into my arms. She didn’t fight me. She didn’t tease me. She didn’t even squeal. She allowed me to place her down onto my bed before I crawled on top of her, stalking her down like a hungry predator.
I might as well have been.
“Colton,” she gasped as my mouth pulled away from hers just to fall to her neck.
I growled as my teeth nipped at her pulse point. “Such a sweet girl for me, laying there so gingerly.”
She whimpered. “Colton, please.”
I picked up my head and smirked. “Please, what?”
Her eyes begged me. “Colton.”
I reached down and tugged at her pouty lower lip with my teeth. “Use your words, beautiful. I know you’ve got them in there somewhere.”
She swatted my chest playfully, but she was a good girl. Much too good to resist such a command. However, her words caught me off-guard.
“I don’t want you to change anything,” she whispered.
My brow ticked together, and I tilted my head as I hovered above her.
The look on my face must’ve said it all, because she answered before I could even spit out the question.
She raised her hand to my stubbled cheek, cupping it softly, and pinned me with such an angelic look that I swear to hell on high, it could’ve redeemed the devil in me.
“I don’t want to redo what happened last time,” she said softly, her thumb stroking over my cheek.
“I did what I did last time because it was the right time for me. Despite what you might think, you didn’t take anything from me.
Please, don’t redo it because you think you did something wrong.
I don’t want you to touch me just because you think you got it wrong.
I want you to touch me because you want to.
Not because you feel you must for my sake. ”
Goddamn it, this woman was going to be the end of me.
And if I wasn’t careful, she’d be the end of my career.
“You think I don’t want to touch you?” I asked.
She blinked. “Colton, I didn’t mean—.”
I slid my hand into her hair, grasping it tightly, and she gasped as I kept her eyes connected with mine. “You think there isn’t an inch of you that I don’t want to caress with my tongue?”
She shivered beneath me. “Colton.”
I leaned down into her face, so close that I felt her breath pulsing against my nose. “You think I don’t want to sink myself inside of you right now, rip that precious virginity away from you, and claim you as mine for the entire town to hear?”
Her cheeks flushed. Her voice grew breathless. And the second her eyes fell to my lips, I knew I had her.
“Kiss me again,” she whispered.
Instead of plunging my tongue back into her mouth, however, I returned to the expanse of her neck.
I nuzzled along her pulse point, feeling her body opening up to me as I pressed open-mouthed kisses down the swells and valleys of her body.
She had softness everywhere. I cupped her tits, feeling their hefted handfuls against my palm.
She spread those legs for me, peeling those thick thighs back to release the scent of womanhood that dragged me further down her body.
I hitched her dress up to her hips before I settled between those pillowy thighs of hers.
I groaned at the sight of her not wearing underwear.
“Jesus fuck, you’re going to be the death of me,” I growled.
I’m sure her giggle was supposed to usher in a set of words she probably rehearsed all night.
But I didn’t give her a chance to spit it out.
Instead, I dove my tongue between her humidity-soaked pussy lips, lapping up her saltiness and relishing the way she squirmed against me.
Her hands found my hair. Her nails raked softly against my scalp as she pulled me closer.
I felt that little mound of hers pulsing against my tongue.
Growing with need as its shielded hood pulled back with every swipe of my tongue.
Her sounds held me hostage as her hips bucked against my face.
“Colton. Colton. Fuck. Please. So good. Oh, shit.”
“That’s it,” I growled against her pussy as I moved my face side to side, tickling her sensitive area with my stubble.
Her thighs quivered against my cheeks, and I turned my head long enough to suck a dollop of excess in between my teeth.
She whimpered and moaned, trying to wiggle free as I lapped and sucked and teased.
I wanted her marked. I wanted her to wake up in the morning with nothing on her body except the evidence of my want for her.
I growled as her juices dripped down my chin.
Fucking hell, I was ravenous for her.
“Colton, yes!”
It was the only warning I had before her back bowed. Before her legs locked out. Before her thighs trapped me, threatening to smother me and take me into the heavens.
What a fucking way to go.
I wrapped my arms beneath her thighs and pulled her closer. I flattened my tongue against her swollen clit, letting her use my face any way she needed. I drank her down, swallow after swallow, memorizing her taste and the little undertones of sweet and spice that came along with her.
I wanted to feast on my dessert until there was nothing left of her.
Or me.
“Oh shit, Colton,” she whimpered as her body finally relaxed.
But all I did was chuckle before I teased her sopping wet entrance with a finger.
“Colton, I don’t… I don’t know if…”
I released her clit with a soft pop, and listening to her whimper at the loss of my touch stiffened my dick in my pants. “I know you’ve got one more for me, sweet girl. Because you’re so good for me, right?”
I sank my finger slowly against her walls, watching her curves jump for me. I needed her naked. I needed to see every flush. I needed to watch every curl jump.
Patience, I reminded myself.
“Oh my gooood,” she groaned out as I crooked my finger.
“Yeah? You like that?” I asked as my finger found that little hitch just behind her clit.
“Oh my God!” she cried out as her back bowed.
“There it is,” I growled.
I leaned back into her body, wrangling her toward me as I covered her pulsing clit with my mouth once more.
I reared up, sitting back on my haunches as I held her pussy to my face.
With her shoulders grazing the bed and her lower body hiked against my torso, I ate my fill of her.
I felt her juices dripping down my neck.
I smelled her so deep in my nostrils that I’d never be able to rinse her away.
Her sounds. Her movements. The way she shoved me away only to pull me back.
It was more than I could have ever asked for.
And I wanted all of it.
“Come for me,” I growled against her body.
“Shit, shit, shit, shit, shit,” she chanted helplessly.
I felt her body lock out before an unearthly groan pierced her lips.
I sucked on those pussy lips and lapped at her entrance until the mess I had created was gone.
I slowly lowered her back to the bed, spreading those ass cheeks of hers just to look at her pulsing holes.
It glistened with her arousal, and I had half a mind to tease my thumb at her rosebud just to see what she’d do.
But instead, I chose to lean forward and lick her from pucker to clit.
"Jesus Christ," she hissed.
I pressed the softest kiss to her clit before smoothing her dress back down her body. "Colton is fine."
And when she clapped her hand over her mouth, I felt a smile tug across my face.
She giggled with delight, and that's when I realized that I could listen to that sound for the rest of my life.
I wasn't sure when the hell that happened.
I wasn't sure what the fuck it was about this woman that had burrowed so deeply beneath my skin.
But I knew one thing for certain: I'd gladly bury my career for the chance to prove to her that I'm the man she believes me to be.
I pulled myself up her body and settled beside her.
She turned toward me and for a while we just stayed like that, her catching her breath, me watching her do it.
Her cheeks were flushed and her hair was a mess and she looked about as undone as I'd ever seen a person look, and I felt something tighten in my chest that had nothing to do with wanting her.
Then she sat up.
She reached behind her back without a word and I heard the quiet drag of a zipper.
I watched her push the dress off her shoulders.
Watched her work it down and off without any ceremony, like she'd decided something and wasn't going to wait around for permission.
She wasn't performing. She wasn't nervous.
She just looked at me with those eyes of hers and folded the dress and set it on the nightstand like she lived here.
Then she turned back to me and sank to her knees.
"Now," she said, her hand pressing warm and deliberate against the front of my pants. "If you want to show me how to do something right, why don't you show me how to use this the right way?"