I lick my lips and my eyes flutter closed as warmth spreads through my body. Colt finally moves, thrusting his hips forward, sliding his length along my slick center with a groan.
“Mmm,” I sigh, meeting each of his thrusts with one of my own.
His mouth captures my nipple again, and his hand grips my hips, guiding me along his length, over and over until his tip nudges my entrance and we both freeze.
Panting heavily, Colt pulls back and rolls to the side. Reaching into his bag, he produces a condom. I take it from him, and his eyes widen as I kneel beside him and tear it open.
I’ve never put one on before, and only have a vague recollection of practicing on a banana in school. Pretty sure I squashed the banana beyond recognition too.
Placing his hands over mine, he helps me slide it down his length and, with a groan, thrusts up into my hand a few times before I rise and straddle him.
His fingers grip my hips, pushing and pulling me over him. It’s a move we’ve done lots of times before, but never naked. And now I’m wondering why. Everything is much more intense and electrified without the barrier of material between us. My head falls back as I let him take over, thrusting and gliding against me until he nudges my opening again.
Instead of freezing this time, I lower my body over his and angle my hips better until his tip pushes inside me.
I moan and Colt hisses. His fingers come up and grip my hair, tugging on the roots until it’s almost painful, eliciting another moan.
I grind my hips and Colt pulls back before I circle my hips and push down again.
I graze my teeth along his collar bone and rotate my hips slightly, urging him in more, but he won’t move. He won’t thrust. He’s leaving it to me.
“Stop rushing,” he hisses, pulling me forward again.
“Please.” I drop my forehead to his and he cups my face. His lips are so close to mine, his minty breath is warm across my face. I want all of him.
“I’m trying to take it slow. I don’t want to hurt you,” he whispers, cupping my ass as I push forward a bit more, a little deeper.
I take a breath and Colt stills, letting me stretch and fit him. I arch my neck and hum, rotating my hips. Colt groans, digging his fingers into my skin as he squeezes his eyes shut. With every movement of my hips, I take him in a fraction more.
“You okay?” he murmurs, his lips so close to mine. If I tilt my face, I can kiss him. But I won’t. I’m not the one, and this...him filling me torturously slow is enough.
“Yes.”
“Does it hurt yet?”
“No. I want more.” I twist my hips again, and Colt slaps the side of my ass with a grunt. I jerk back and stare at him, not opposed to the slap.
He grins. “You’re making it incredibly difficult to not grab your hips and drive my cock all the way in.”
A spark ignites inside me at his words, and I bite my bottom lip, sinking back on him a bit more. “Do it,” I mutter. I expect pain and being uncomfortable. The first time hurts. It’s not supposed to be orgasmic and pleasurable.
“Not until I make you scream my name.” He smirks and slides a hand between us, rubbing his fingers over my clit, making me arch my back and grip his shoulders. He tugs on my hair, pulling me back to him.
With every brush of his fingers, I ease onto him more, gradually filling me halfway until that small spark of pleasure turns into raging need.
Every inch of my skin is on fire, his breath hot on my neck as he works me and coaxes me toward the cusp of an orgasm. His fingers are magic. My body pulses and jerks, my muscles tighten and I’m so close.
“Fuck, Em,” he mutters in my ear. His lips press to the top of my shoulder. “So hot.”
Pulling out, he flips me over on my back. His fingers still circling my clit as he eases back inside me again. Halfway, just to the point of no return. My eyes roll and I moan, grinding my hips against his as pleasure coils low in my stomach.
“Kiss me?”
He’s close. His mouth right there. His eyes dart from mine to my lips. He smirks. “No.”
And drops his mouth to my nipple again, biting it lightly and tugging it into his mouth. It’s my undoing. I cry out Colt’s name, his hand quickly coming up to cover my mouth to silence my moans.
He lifts his head and focuses on me. My whole body trembles under his watchful gaze and talented fingers. I clutch at his back, digging my nails into his skin as I surrender to utter bliss. It’s as my orgasm peaks, and I’m seeing stars, Colt pushes the rest of the way in.
“Ahhh,” I grunt in pain, but Colt’s fingers never stop circling my clit, forcing my orgasm to continue, overshadowing the brief shot of blazing hot pain as he buries himself inside me. Our gazes locked, I tense and convulse, my muscles squeezing around him, and it’s unlike anything I’ve ever experienced before. The pleasure cancels out the pain. I think. I’m a mess of sensations.
He moves inside me, slowly at first, dragging out and easing back in. Small jolts of pleasure still zing through my body as my orgasm fades and all that’s left is Colt’s hardness rocking in and out of me.
Once my breath evens out and I get some feeling back in my body, instead of being boneless in the aftermath that accompanies a pure earth-shattering orgasm, I reach up and run my fingers through his hair, shifting my hips to meet his, gyrating and rotating, wanting to bring him to his knees and give him the best mind-blowing, all-consuming orgasm he’s ever experienced.
There’s no more pain, only pleasure and the intense desire to drive Colt over the edge.
* * *
Colt’s fingers entwine with mine, bringing my hands up beside my head as he increases his pace. He drops his forehead, his eyes locked on mine. I twist my hips and clench around him, smiling when he bites his lip and groans, squeezing my hands.
Our breath mingles, soft sighs turn into pants, our movements frantic as the pleasure builds. Colt drives into me, over and over, chasing his own release, until his body tenses and he pulses inside me, finding his release with my name on his lips.
With a final swivel of my hips, he thrusts one last time and collapses on top of me. “Fuck me,” he breathes with a soft laugh, his lips against my neck.
“Isn’t that what we did?” I trail my hands up and down his back.
“That was...fuck. That was—was it, I mean, you okay?”
I smile and grip his chin, forcing his face back to mine. “Never better. That was incredible.”
“Right?” He grins before his eyebrows pull together and he frowns. Chewing on his bottom lip, there’s worry in his eyes. “Are you sore?”
I shake my head. “I’m fine.”
Colt gives me a dubious look, not believing me.
“Honestly, I’m okay. It was painful for a moment and then it passed.”
“Okay, but you’d tell me if I hurt you, right?”
“Stop worrying. This is so unlike you. I don’t like you worrying.”
“I always worry about you, Em.” He pulls out, leaving me empty, hollow, cold, and removes the condom, glancing around for somewhere to dispose of it. I miss him immediately. We fit together perfectly. It’s like he was created to rock my world and my lady bits. “Hmmm.”
I crawl over to my bag and hunt around inside for something he can use. Coming up with a travel pack of tissues and small garbage bag that I packed for our dirty clothes, I throw them at him.