Page 16 of 7 Dirty Lies

His whole expression grew dark and I realized it was with unchecked want.With his hand on my hip he thrust hard and deep.“You’resure?”

“God yes.Please.Let it all go.I canhandleit.”

He thrust again, even harder and deeper, testing me.When I didn’t flinch he pumped faster, moved his hands to my shoulders and changed positions.“You’re allright?”

“I’mwonderful.”

That’s when he finally let his last worries go and gave in to the needs of his body.I’d never been fucked so hardbefore.

I’d never cared one way or the other about hard sex, but with Colt it was addictive.He needed an outlet and watching that transformation as his orgasm took over, the absolute pleasure in his release, I knew right then that I would always be addicted to giving a man like Colt the one thing heneededmost.

“In my darkest night,in my darkest hour, it was only then that my eyes could see theflicker.”

“That’s beautiful.”I rested my head on his chest.“What’sitfrom?”

“Darkest Before Dawn, a collection of poems and short stories by G.Breeze—obviously apenname.”

He really knew poetry.I died a little inside.“Tell me more.”This had to be heaven.Amazing sex followed by poetry, all while resting on an incredibly sexy man’s chest?Yep.Pretty sure I was dead and by some grace of the universe, granted admission toheaven.

He chuckled, the sound rumbling through his chest.“Let’s see,” he fumbled around, reaching onto the floor for his pants, and pulled out his phone.“I’ll read you one of my favorites, how about that?”He began stroking his free hand throughmyhair.

“Soundsamazing.”

In the silence I got to really appreciate the subtlety of the situation.The only sound was our breathing and the waves outside.The only light came from his phone and the moon.Colt was strong, sexy, and fully capable of making me come over and over again—something that seemed to turn him on as much as itpleasuredme.

“I was alone when before I was not.I was empty when once I was overflowing,” he said, his voice low and rough, “My heart forgot how to beat until it was you and me.Strange to know sadness, but even stranger still to know happiness when I never wanted to feel it again.Your love is a distant echo that is being shouted back at me in someone new.This time it is different.This time I am different.This issomethingnew.”

He set down his phone andsighed.

I didn’t say anything and neither did he.I wondered if he was as lost in the words as I was.They were beautiful and haunting all at the same time.It made me wonder who Colt had lost to make a poem like that resonate so stronglywithhim.

This is something new.But it wouldn’t last, so did it matter?“Read meanother.”

He chuckled.“In need of deep thoughts after all that exercise?”I burrowed deeper into his comforting chest and he turned so that we were spooning, his much larger body wrapped around mine as he nuzzled behind my ear.“Or do you just lovepoetry?”

“Both.”I turned so that I could see his eyes when I spoke.I felt like something important was happening.They way he was with me...it was rough but tender...and I really wanted more of that in my life.“I just want to lay here and have this night never end, but I also really like hearing you read words that have so muchmeaning.”

He gave me a quick nod, looking as overwhelmed as I felt.“Then more words you shall have.”He cleared his throat and adjusted until we were both comfortable before he read meanotherpoem.

Five more and I was dosing off in his arms, blissfully happy that he’d let his guard down long enough to letmein.

I only hoped we didn’t hurt each other before our time at the Westerlywasover.

“Oh god!Yes!”I practically screamed.Colt had my hands pinned above my head as he flicked my nipples with his tongue.This was after he teased my clit with his magical tongue—stopping just short of lettingmecome.

Now he was enjoying the dichotomy of doing everything I begged for, all while refusing to letmemove.

It was barely morning but we were both awake and hungry to make the most oftheday.

And so far it was proving to be most productive.I learned that Colt was an early riser who enjoyed starting his day with sex, something I was more than fine with since it came with generous amounts of foreplay designed to turn me into a writhing, begging, sexmachine.

We also learned that Colt enjoyed playing games with control—giving it, taking it—basically toying with the entire concept.I was sure it had plenty to do with the stress he coped with every day, and since I was managing many of the same problems, it was equally delightfulforme.

And at the moment the interplay of telling Colt what to do while not being allowed to move was lighting up all of mysenses.

“Not good enough,” he murmured.“I can’t move around the way I want.Hold still.”He disappeared, leaving me aching andunsatisfied.

I yawned and stretched, enjoying the way it felt to be woken up with exercise that was actually fun.None of this personal trainer bullshit.Colt could be my new trainer...if it weren’t for that pesky busy life situation we both had todealwith.

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