Page 44 of Redeemed

“Hey.” I squeeze her waist. “Do you need me to stop?”

“Y—no.No.I want to… want to keep going. Please.”

“Angel, look at me.”

Slowly, she forces her eyes open.

“I don’t want you to be scared of me.”

“I’m not. I’m not, I just—” She chokes in a breath. “I need you to distract me.”

“All right. I can do that.”

While watching her closely, I begin stroking her clit again. She stares at me helplessly, like she’s drowning and I’m the only one who can save her. Maybe I am.

“Lean into me,” I command, pressing into her lower back with my free hand. When she obeys, I dip my head down and lave my tongue across one of her nipples.

“Ahh! Colt!”

Perfect.She needs a distraction? This is the best one I can think of.

As I close my lips around her nipple and suck, Haven drops her head back with a groan. She rolls her hips into my hand, grinding her pussy against my fingers, and I wonder if she even realizes she’s doing it.

“Look at you go,” I murmur when I pull away. “Taking matters into your own hands. I think I like you like this.”

“I didn’t—I didn’t think it was supposed to feel good,” she pants.

“So you have done this before?”

Her hips stutter, and she hesitates, but then she shakes her head. “N-no. I mean when I learned about it, in class and all. I thought… I thought sex was just for making babies.”

“Mmm, no.” I add a touch more pressure to her clit. “Obviously not.”

“Obv… obvious…” Her eyes roll back, and she lets out another moan.

Watching her, touching her like this, I don’t think my dick has ever been so hard. It feels like I’m about to burst, and she’s barely even done anything to my cock. But knowing that no man has ever touched her is doing something to me, and I have no intentions of stopping it.

God, I could fuck her right here. All I’d have to do is unzip my pants, and I could be inside her in two seconds flat. The possibilities from there are endless. I could make her come so many times she cries, or I could just hold her, not even moving, and see how long she can take it before she starts begging me to fuck her.

“Colt,” Haven whines when I roll one of her nipples between my fingers.

“Shit, you’re close, aren’t you?”

“Close? What does that mea—ahh,oh my goodness.” Gasping, Haven tightens her grip on my shoulders. “Colt—Colt, what’s happening? It feels—I don’t—”

“It’s all right,” I whisper in between tiny, reassuring kisses. My dick is practically throbbing in my pants, that’s how turned on I am. “Just let it happen.”

Her nails dig through the fabric of my T-shirt, and then a sharp cry fills the backyard. Haven’s body convulses against mine, and something about the way she throws her head back does me in.

“Oh, fuck. Haven, you—shit, angel,fuck.”

My body tumbles into an orgasm of its own, and I choke on my next breath as cum floods my briefs. A guttural groan leaves my throat, and I swear my vision goes blank for a solid three seconds. Still, I don’t stop rubbing Haven’s clit—not until she’s literally pushing my hand away while squirming from the overstimulation.

With an exhausted moan, Haven collapses against me. We’re both breathing hard, and I wonder if she noticed the cum spot on my pants. Shit, I hope not. I haven’t come in my pants in years.

“What… what was that?” Haven whispers shakily.

“An orgasm.” I kiss her head before burying my face in her hair.

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