4. Chapter 4
Chapter four
Pony
I love how responsive she is to my touch. Watching Remington come undone—and knowing I’m the one who made her come—is a thing of beauty.
Before carefully lifting her legs over my head, I kiss the inside of her thigh, sucking my mark into her soft, tender flesh, and reveling in the way it makes her shiver.
Once I release her, she flops back onto the mattress.
Her lips are parted, eyes half-lidded as she gazes up at me.
Her long legs dangle off the bed, her chest rising and falling with every labored breath.
She’s sexy and sated, looking sex-drunk.
I hover over her, threading my fingers through her hair and kiss her.
Tearing my mouth from hers, I snatch my wallet from my back pocket, pull out a couple of condoms, and toss them onto the bed. Then I tug her pants off and toss them aside.
I can’t keep my eyes, or hands, off her. My hands coast over her ribcage. When I cup her breasts and skim my thumbs over the hard peaks of her nipples, she arches into my touch, releasing a sexy gasp.
“You’re so goddamn beautiful, Remi.”
She pulls herself up to a sitting position, perching on the edge of the mattress. Her hands slip under my shirt, trailing along my abs and chest, tracing the hard muscle. My stomach tightens and contracts as her fingers dance across my skin.
Reaching behind me, I tear my shirt over my head, giving her full access.
Her brown eyes are pinned on me, watching steadily as she reaches for the waistband of my jeans.
She deftly flips the button open and draws down the zipper.
It’s done with such deliberate slowness, I swear I can hear the click of every tooth reverberate through the room.
My breath hisses with an audible inhale.
Hooking her thumbs in my waistband, she slides my pants and boxer briefs down my legs in one swift motion. My hard, aching cock springs free of its confinement. I step out and kick the last of my clothing aside.
Remi’s hands wander all over me. The way her eyes roam unabashedly over my body, devouring me, is the sexiest thing I’ve ever witnessed.
When she flattens her palms on my chest and strokes her thumbs over my nipples, a smoldering ember of lust threatens to burn me alive.
There’s an exhilarating charge of energy hanging in the air.
I effortlessly lift her to the center of the bed, propping myself over her before she realizes I’ve moved her. “I need to be inside you,” I murmur, ripping open a condom and sliding it on.
She widens her legs, making room for me to slot between her creamy thighs. I can’t wait any longer to have her. Taking myself in hand, I bring the swollen crown of my cock to her entrance.
Both of us moan as I push into her hot, tight body with one long, steady surge. When I feel her silken, wet heat surround me, electricity shoots through my limbs.
“Fuck, Remi, you feel so good.”
She wraps her legs around my waist, locking her ankles. “More, Colton,” she begs in a breathy voice so sexy I almost lose it.
Our gasps and moans, and the slick sounds of our bodies coming together, serenade us.
Consumed by the need for release, my hips snap a relentless pace.
I’m mesmerized by her soft sighs, and the way her blunt nails dig into and scrape against my back.
How wet she is for me. Electrifying sparks pool in my spine, my balls tightening with every thrust of my hips.
When she lets go, her body squeezes around me with a rhythmic pulse. The sight and feel of her coming apart fractures my control. Head thrown back, I drive deep inside her, her name escaping through clenched teeth as my own release overwhelms me.
Even while both of us are panting, trying to catch our breath, my lips capture hers for a searing kiss.
Reluctantly, I pull out and dispose of the condom. When I return, I cradle her against me, her back pressed against my chest, one leg thrown over hers. She curls her hand around my forearm, clutching it.
She fits against me perfectly. Like two puzzle pieces slotting into place. I bury my face into her hair, inhaling the sweet scent of the naked, delectable goddess lying in my arms. Wrapped around her, I fall asleep, sated and content in a way I haven’t ever felt with anyone else.
After a brief power nap, we order room service. We sit at the small table in the kitchen area of her suite, wearing hotel bathrobes. We eat and laugh, conversation flowing effortlessly between us. I’ve just met her, but I’ve never felt this comfortable with a woman before.
“Are you gonna eat that last onion ring?”
She lifts it off her plate and leans forward, holding it between us. “This onion ring?”
I grin and nod.
She tilts it toward my mouth, then smiles and pops it into her own.
A growl rumbles through my chest. “You did not just do that.”
Her response is to laugh. “Oh yes, I believe I did.”
“I should turn you over my knee for that,” I tell her with a wicked grin.
“Is that supposed to be a threat or a promise?”
In a swift move, I’m out of my seat, lifting and tossing her over my shoulder. She shrieks before laughter bubbles out of her.
I secure her legs so she doesn’t faceplant as she wiggles against me.
“What are you doing?” she asks, her laughter echoing through the room. She has a great laugh, and I love the sound of it. That unrestrained joy is like a spark igniting a fire inside me.
I flip her bathrobe up and deliver several sharp smacks to her ass, then soothe the sting by running my palm over the pleasing roundness of the bare cheek. It is the most perfect ass I’ve ever seen and so much more appealing without clothes.
She clutches my bathrobe, releasing a lusty moan that goes straight to my already rock-hard dick.
The delicious weight of her slung over my shoulder, mingling with the heady scent of our previous lovemaking permeating the air, makes me lightheaded.
“You’re insane. Put me down!” she squeals through her laughter.
We’re both smiling when I toss her onto the bed, the mattress absorbing the impact.
She raises up on her elbows, her breath coming quick, her smile sensuous and wicked.
“You’ve got me.” She unties her bathrobe and drops her legs open, lust burning in her eyes. “Now what are you going to do with me?”
I shrug out of my own bathrobe and crawl across the mattress toward her. “I’m going to teach you a lesson in sharing.”
I push her onto her back and, bracing on my forearms, hover over her. She reaches up, threading her hands in my hair and pulling me toward her. Our lips meet, tongues twining together in a slow, decadent kiss.
Her long hair spills across the pillows, and mischief shines bright in her brown eyes. “If this is the lesson, I guess it’s lucky I’m a slow learner.”
She shifts to reverse our positions. Even though she’s stronger than she looks, she still needs me to allow it and help her flip us.
She straddles me, bracing her hands against my chest and leans down to kiss me again.
“I apologize for eating the last onion ring.” Her hand slips between us, grasping my cock with a firm grip. “I wonder if there might be a satisfactory way I can make it up to you.” Her lips are only a whisper away from mine, her words ghosting across my mouth.
She gives my cock a firm stroke.
“Fuck, Remi.” My voice is thick and rough.
She places a soft kiss on my pec and sucks one nipple into her mouth then moves to the other. The feeling drags a guttural groan out of me.
She slides down my body, kissing my stomach, her blunt nails scraping over my skin, making my muscles flinch. Her slow, sensuous assault continues lower, until she buries her nose at the juncture of my thigh, inhaling deeply. My cock jumps, my hips thrusting involuntarily.
Those chocolate eyes peer up at me. Then she grins and fucking deepthroats me, humming with pleasure. The sound and vibration roll through me, shooting straight into my balls.
“Oh fuck.”
Her tongue traces a long, wet path from root to tip, and my pulse skyrockets. Her hands brace against my thighs when my hips flex.
Her mouth is nirvana.
Every teasing brush of her lips, every swipe and swirl of her tongue, every long, strong pull of her mouth from base to crown drives me to the brink of madness.
My eyes roll back. My breath comes in erratic pants and gasps. My fingers fist into her hair. “Jesus, Remi. Yeah…just like that, baby.”
I’ve never had a woman this bold and adventurous in bed. She’s uninhibited, not shy or embarrassed by her body. She doesn’t try to hide from me. She isn’t coy or ashamed. She isn’t afraid to ask for what she needs or to take what she wants.
I’m in so much trouble. As I savor the best head of my life, my mind keeps chanting…she’s the one. It’s my last thought before I explode down her throat.