Chapter Twenty Nine
COLTON
"Thanks for organizing all of this," Zoey said.
"Anything to make you happy." I meant it more than she knew. I was serious about buying this place. I didn't care what I had to do to make her happy. Nothing was too much or too difficult. Seeing her excitement in the balloon had been an amazing experience.
I brought my mouth to her cheek, then trailed my lips up her ear, nibbling her earlobe before tracing a line of kisses down her jaw and up her other cheek.
"I love you," I said. "Being here with you is all I want. It's all I need. Forever. You gave my life meaning in a way that nothing ever did. Certainly not work.”
A light shudder coursed through her body. She was already on edge and sensitive. I moved my hands down her arms, but I didn't want to touch her over the fabric. I wanted her bare skin. But not yet. I had to pace myself. I wanted her desperately, but I didn't want to be too domineering.
I turned her around, kissing the back of her neck and making her shudder even more.
"Do you have goose bumps?" I asked.
"Yes," she whispered.
I pushed up her sleeves, bunching them at the elbow. Fucking hell. She really had goose bumps all over her arms.
I couldn't wait to get her naked. I’d wanted to sink inside her since this morning, and I could barely hold back any longer. I placed hot and wet kisses on the back of her neck, then on its side. I couldn’t get enough of this woman.
Then I moved my hand from her hip forward to the waistband of her jeans and up to her chest. As I massaged each breast through her clothes, she shifted her body against me, moaning.
She could already barely tolerate the feeling of the fabric against her nipples.
I couldn’t wait to see how she’d react when I used my tongue.
I grabbed the edges of her shirt, pulling it up. She held her arms up, and I tugged it over her head, throwing it somewhere behind me.
She was the most beautiful woman on the planet, and I was a lucky bastard for having the privilege of being the one to take off her clothes. I planned to be worthy of her for as long as I lived.
I walked in front of her as she sucked in her breath and then exhaled sharply. Her breathing was labored as I stood in front of her, drawing my finger from one clavicle to the other, then in an S-shape down to her breast.
"You're amazingly beautiful." I traced my fingers down one breast, deeper in the valley between them, and then moved up the other one.
Her goose bumps had spread to her belly. Wanting to see how far down they went, I popped open the button of her jeans and pushed them down her thighs. Then I dipped my hand into her panties, only touching her pubic bone.
"I like that you have goose bumps everywhere."
She dropped her head back, humming as I nudged my hand farther into her panties.
I only brushed her clit lightly, but her body spasmed.
I'd never get enough of bringing her pleasure, of watching her surrender to me completely.
Normally, she was always ready to give as good as she got, and yet sexually, she liked to surrender to me. It was a damn turn-on.
I tilted forward, kissing the front of her neck—I couldn't resist it when she exposed it so beautifully for me. Then I took my hand out of her panties.
"No. Why?" she protested.
I smiled against her skin. She straightened up, lightly pushing me away.
"You’re teasing me," she said.
As I stood closer and kissed her hard, sucking her tongue into my mouth, I felt her press her thighs together. This always turned her on instantly. I hadn't checked how wet she was before, but I planned to rectify that immediately.
I needed to get rid of all her clothes. Pausing the kiss, I worked on yanking her jeans off. She stepped out of them quickly. As I rose to my feet, she tugged at my shirt.
"I want this gone now." She undid the first three buttons, and then I pulled it over my head.
"That's more like it," she said. "Finally. I've wanted this all day."
She ran both hands over my chest before moving one to my lower back. Then she cupped my ass with one hand and grabbed my cock with the other.
I groaned. "Undo my belt, Zoey."
Her eyes widened. Licking her lips, she immediately got to work, and it didn’t take long to get rid of it, yanking it with so much force that she pulled it out of the loops.
I removed my jeans and underwear while kissing her again. I was rock-hard, and my cock was trapped between us.
She moaned, bouncing up and down on her toes, rubbing herself against me.
I knew she needed my cock, but she wasn't ready for that yet; I wanted to work her up to that point, and I wasn't going to hurry the process.
She couldn't take me in yet, and I never wanted to take the risk of hurting her, ruining her pleasure.
I moved her backward until we reached the dining table. It was against the wall, right next to two huge windows. There was no chance of anyone seeing us, though, as the property was completely surrounded by huge trees.
I palmed her breasts, flicking her nipples with my fingers.
She raised her shoulders to her ears, closing her eyes.
I positioned my cock at her entrance so I could tease her.
I rubbed the length of my erection against her clit, but I was careful not to slide in because I knew she wasn't ready yet. But she would be soon enough.
She moaned, her thighs shaking as I nudged her clit again. I loved watching her slowly reach the limit of how much tension she could take. I wanted to see her come.
I pulled away and crouched before her. This was my favorite way of making her climax: watching her come while I had my lips on her clit and my tongue buried inside her pussy. I moved my hands down, cupping her ankles and then trailing my fingers at the backs of her thighs, considering the angle.
"Put your left thigh here," I said, tapping my right shoulder. "I want you open wide and exposed for me, babe."
She nodded, lifting her leg. I secured it on my shoulder, sliding closer to her. Her breathing was even more labored than before. She was looking at me intently. She liked to watch, and I was going to give her a show.
I touched my cock, intending to only give it one good squeeze. But I couldn't stop. I needed more.
I darted my tongue out, licking around her entrance, barely nudging around her clit.
She jerked her hips forward. "Fuck yes." She was nearly rubbing herself against my mouth. That was how much she needed to come, and I was going to oblige her. But I'd thought of another angle.
"Put your ass on the table," I said.
She licked her lips, doing just that.
The table was at the perfect height. I kept both her thighs on my shoulders, and then I feasted on her, flattening my tongue against her entrance and then sliding just the tip in. She was drenched. I loved tasting her.
She pressed her thighs against my ears and then opened her eyes wide, quickly relaxing her legs. I was acting on instinct and drew circles on her clit with the tip of my tongue, watching her turn even wilder. She was rocking back and forth on her ass.
I used my hand to lift her bottom from the edge of the table. I didn't want her to feel any discomfort. Besides, with her butt in my hands, I had complete control over her.
I held her firmly while I licked her, moving the tip of my nose and then my lips against her clit.
Her cries grew louder. She was shaking in earnest. I felt every shudder because her legs dangled down my back.
Every single one of her tremors seeped into my body.
I was absorbing everything, and it was glorious.
When a groan shook her, I knew I couldn't tease her any longer.
She needed relief right now. I took one hand from under her ass and pressed two fingers on her clit while I drove my tongue inside her.
Feeling her inner muscles clamp around my tongue was exquisite.
Then I drew my head back, not wanting to overwhelm her.
I kept my fingers on her clit, watching her as she rode out her climax.
Getting up, I wrapped my arms around her torso as she laid her head on my chest. She drew in deep breaths. They were labored, but in a different way than before the orgasm. I rocked her back and forth, feeling her calm down.
Then she pulled back a bit, tipping her head backward. I knew what she wanted. She needed me to kiss her. So I did, without any hurry, simply exploring her.
My cock was once again trapped between us. As I intensified the kiss, I felt her slip her hand between our bodies, squeezing my cock, and groaned against her mouth. That one touch unleashed something inside me. I was beyond ready, and kissing her was no longer enough.
I lifted her from the table. I’d spotted the door to the bedroom when we first came in, and I wanted her to be comfortable while I sank inside her.
She wrapped her legs around me, putting her palms on my shoulders.
I didn't stop kissing her as we moved, only looking behind her every few seconds to make sure I was headed in the right direction.
I passed the dresser on the way to the bed, and then she rolled her hips, touching the length of my cock with her bare, wet pussy.
And I couldn't wait one second longer. I moved her up and down my cock while she planted her heels in the backs of my thighs.
I still wanted more friction and more leverage so I could thrust even deeper.
I wanted to be a part of her. This desire to mark her as mine was primal. But instead of moving us to the bed, I ended up pinning her against the window, her ass resting on the windowsill.
She gasped. "It's cold, but I like it."
I thought she might. My body was hot against hers, and the cold window was the contrast she needed.
I pressed my forehead to hers, looking down between us as my cock disappeared inside her.
Then I pulled back, watching every inch as I pushed into her again.
Her nipples flattened against my chest on every thrust. Our bodies were completely in sync.
She and I belonged together. In the bedroom and outside of it, for the rest of our lives. I knew she was the one for me in the same way I knew I was a Whitley. It was part of my identity: to be Zoey’s man.
I pulled back a bit, watching her face transform.
She was on the cusp, fighting to stay in the moment and be aware of everything.
The next second, the fight went out of her, and she surrendered to the pleasure.
She pressed her hand against the window, closing her eyes and crying out my name as she clenched around me so tightly that my orgasm hit me completely unexpectedly.
One second I was watching her, and the next I was pulled into the vortex of sensations and lost myself in her.
I'd felt her heels glide from the backs of my thighs down to the backs of my knees while I buried myself inside her.
Even after the wave of pleasure subsided, I stood like that, enjoying the way her heartbeat felt against me until I finally pulled us away from the window and set her back on the floor.
She smiled, laughing as she pointed at the bed. "We nearly made it to the bed."
"Don't worry. We'll make it there on our second time."
"Great. Because I was hoping we'd get to christen every single surface in this gorgeous place."
“We can start right away.”
I pushed her onto the bed. She laughed, pulling me over her. I trapped her underneath me, sinking my nose into the crook of her neck and inhaling deeply.
I was simultaneously losing myself and grounding myself in Zoey.