Chapter Twenty-Three
Amelia
Our evening of eating and dancing ends far too soon. It’s the most fun I’ve had in a long time, probably since the night we met, but it’s far from over.
After I check on the kids fast asleep in bed and we thank the twins again for watching them, I fill the kettle and prepare two mugs with honey and a tea bag while the water boils.
“What’re you doin’?” Colton asks from behind, burying his face in my neck.
“I thought this was our evenin’ routine,” I taunt, turning to face him. “Unless you have other plans for us.”
“I’m not even close to being done with you.” He grabs my hips and yanks me into him. “So until then, the tea’s gonna have to wait.”
“Whaddya have in mind, sir?”
His pupils dilate before he reaches behind him, then reveals his black cowboy hat before placing it on his head.
“Oh, c’mon. That’s cruel.” I groan, glancing down at his bare chest and nipple piercings. “Pure torture.”
“Mm, I saw the way you looked at me wearin’ one last weekend. Thought I’d give you a personal show.”
I lick my lips, nearly drooling at how sexy he looks right now.
“Hm…that’s very temptin’, cowboy.” I drag the pad of my finger down his body, over the dimples of his ab muscles, and through the happy trail that leads below his slacks. “But maybe…”
Stealing his hat, I place it on my head. “I should wear it tonight instead.”
The heat in his eyes makes me grin with excitement.
“Fuck.” He growls. “Yes…absolutely, yes.”
Without warning, he lifts and hoists me over his shoulder, and I squeal when he smacks my ass.
“Colton!” I whisper-hiss. “You can’t just manhandle me!”
“I beg to differ.” He chuckles, swatting my butt again as he walks toward his room. “You’re wearin’ my hat.”
“What’s that mean?”
I hold onto it when he tosses me on the mattress and towers above me. “You wear the hat, you ride the cowboy. That’s the rule.”
Narrowing my eyes, I sit up on my elbows. “Did you just make that up?”
“Nope.” He removes his belt and then undoes his cuff links before lowering the zipper on his black slacks. “It’s basically a marriage proposal. All cowboys know a woman is off-limits once she wears another man’s hat.”
“You set me up,” I quip, but I’m not complaining. I like the idea of being claimed by him. “You knew I’d put it on my head when you came out wearin’ it.”
He grabs my ankles, yanking me to the edge of the bed, then glides his palms under my dress and weaves his fingers into my panties. “Dunno what you’re talkin’ ’bout.”
“Mhm.” I lift my hips so he can slide them down. “You’d be more convincin’ if you weren’t pitchin’ a tent right now.”
“Darlin’, I’m always hard ’round you.” He tosses my panties to the side, then kneels. “But tonight, I’m gonna take my time with you until we’re both properly edged.”
He slowly kisses his way between my thighs. His lips brush over my stretch marks, pressing softly as he licks over them.
“Colt,” I whine, fisting his hair and arching deeper into his touch. “Closer.”
“Patience, baby.” He teases my opening with two fingers. “I’m in no hurry.”
As much as I want to complain about how he’s torturing me by not giving in to what I want, I can’t deny how good it feels to have his undivided attention.
He continues moving up my stomach, kissing over my surgery scars and sucking my nipples, then slides my dress up until I’m able to remove it completely. Once fully naked, he dives between my legs, wraps my thighs around his shoulders, and licks up my slit before capturing my clit between his teeth.
I’ve never been with a man who loves eating pussy as much as he does, and it’s made me realize just how much I’ve missed out on. Not only does he make sure I get off at least twice before sinking inside me, but he also feasts like he’s never enjoyed anything more.
Between his moaning and rotating his fingers inside me, it doesn’t take long before his face is covered in my orgasm.
“That’s one,” he murmurs, sliding up my body. “Let’s aim for five.”
“Are you tryin’ to kill me?” I pant, looking up at his wicked grin.
“You can take it, love.” He winks, then presses his lips to mine. “Gonna get your toy and the lube. Don’t move.”
When he returns, he hands them to me. “Get started. I wanna watch you.”
He stands at the foot of the bed and slowly unbuttons his shirt. I spread my legs and place the tip of the toy on my clit.
“Fuck.” His eyes glaze over as he slides out of his pants. “Get it nice and wet.”
He strokes himself as soon as he’s completely naked. Everything about him is beautiful, but his cock is by far the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“You’re droolin’, darlin’,” he taunts, kneeling on the bed between my thighs. He plucks his thumb over my bottom lip before sticking it into my mouth.
I suck on it, holding eye contact, and sliding the vibrator to my entrance.
“Coat it in your juices.” He nods down to the toy. “Get it ready for me. Don’t stop until you cum all over it.”
He continues jerking himself as I impale myself, over and over, until I fall over the edge and it’s soaked in my arousal.
“That’s two.” He smirks, then nods to the toy. “Now use it on me however you want.”
“You’re sure?”
“I trust you.”
My heart beats wildly at the ease with which he says those three words.
He wants me to peg him with the toy that’s slick with my cum.
I can barely breathe when I murmur, “I need you closer.”
He maneuvers himself until he’s in the right position with his legs over my hips. Once the tip of the toy is lubed up, I ease it behind his balls and glide it between his ass cheeks.
“Have you done this before?” I ask before gently pressing into him.
“Nope.” He squeezes his eyes and licks his lips. “But I wanna do everythin’ with you.”
He’s close enough to lean down and kiss me, but I don’t let him yet. Instead, I wrap my free palm around his erection and slowly stroke him as the vibrator eases into his ass.
He inhales sharply. “Fuck, that’s tight.”
“Relax your hips,” I tell him, then press the button to increase the speed. “And don’t tense up.”
“Holy shit, baby. That’s—“
The toy’s only an inch inside him, but I beam at how turned on it makes him. I spread his precum over his hard length and edge him closer between the two sensations.
“Gonna come if you don’t slow down.” He leans closer, pressing his palms against the headboard next to me.
“Can you take more?” I ask, slipping the toy in deeper when he nods. “I want you to come all over my chest.”
As soon as he dips down and captures my mouth, he groans deep and long, making a mess on my breasts. I remove the toy and toss it aside so he can catch his breath.
“Jesus Christ,” he pants out the words. “I’m doin’ that on you next time.”
I huff a laugh. “We’re gonna need to charge it soon.”
“Or buy a few more.” He winks, sliding a finger through my breasts and rubbing his cum over my nipples. “Except you’ll be handcuffed to the bed, and I’ll have my face in your pussy while the toy’s in your ass.”
“All these promises…” I taunt, pursing my lips. “And not once have I seen these mysterious cuffs.”
The fire behind his blue eyes is my only warning before he grabs my wrists and holds them above my head. He locks them together with one hand while his other cups my chin.
“You trust me?”
“Of course.”
He’s the only partner I’d trust with my life.
“Flip over.”
As soon as I get into position, Colton reaches into a drawer, and the sounds of metal clanking echo throughout the room. He straddles my thighs and pulls my arms behind my back, then clasps them around my wrists before making sure they’re not too tight.
“I’ve never used these on someone before, so let’s hope I can figure out how to unlock ’em when I’m finished with you or I’ll have to call the sheriff.
” The humor in his tone helps me relax, but I also hope I don’t regret letting him use them.
I don’t like putting myself into vulnerable situations where I can’t help myself if I need to, but with Colton, I know I’m safe.
He lifts my hips so my ass sticks up with my hands resting on my tailbone and my chest flat on the mattress.
“Okay?” he asks.
“Mm-hmm.” My cheek presses against the comforter as I balance myself comfortably.
I inhale sharply when he lowers his face between my legs and slides his tongue over my tight hole. Colton fucks me with his mouth, switching between fast and achingly slow, teasing me with his fingers and licking everywhere he can reach.
I’m desperate to touch myself since he insists on edging me. Every time I’m close, he backs away, and when I groan, he chuckles.
He knows exactly what he’s doing.
Not being able to move my arms or touch him while he controls my pleasure adds to the intensity of my impending orgasm. I bury my face in the blankets to muffle the sounds, but when he finally lets me come, there’s no holding them back.
“That’s three.”
“My whole body is numb,” I mumble, trying to catch my breath.
He kisses up my spine, wrapping one hand around my chest and palming my breast. I wince at the unexpected soreness but love the way he manhandles me.
“You’re so perfect for me, Amelia. Fallin’ for you was so damn easy.”
My heart soars at the rawness of his words and the emotion in his voice. I wish I could say them back, and how badly I want him and this potential life we could share together. The thought of having something this special and somehow losing it scares me more than ever.
I’d never recover from that level of heartbreak.
“Gonna flip us over,” he warns, then repositions himself until he’s beneath me, and I’m straddling him. “Okay?”
“Yeah, as long as you hold me up or I’m gonna suffocate you with my tits.”
He grips my hips tighter and holds me in place as he leans against the headboard. “Wouldn’t that be the perfect way to go? Straight into boob heaven.”
I snort, lifting higher on my knees when he prompts me. He palms his thick shaft and slides it through my slit, coating himself in my juices.