Page 51 of Colt
I’ve never seen a more perfect man. Yes, now he has a scar on those gorgeous abs, but it doesn’t make him any less hot.
I move my hands down his muscles, down to that scar, I trace it, just like I do every other line on his body. I let my fingertips brush his nipple, and he shivers beneath my hand.
“Fuck,” he whispers.
I’m satisfied by that. I love that I’m making him tremble. That I’m making him swear. That I’m doing this to him. I love that he wants me.
I’ve never felt so beautiful. I never realized how much that would affect my own desire.
But then, I’ve also never been with a man that I found quite so gorgeous.
Because I never found another man this beautiful. Not ever.
It’s him. It’s always been him.
I know without a doubt that I’ll have no trouble calling up the memory of his naked body. I know without a doubt that it will haunt me for the rest of my life, and it’s a ghost that I’m choosing. It’s a haunting that I would invite, a ritual summoning I would engage in every day no matter the consequences.
Yeah. He’s worth it.
I nearly lost him.
My hands start shaking as I touch him. As I move to touch his face again. I nearly lost him and we never experienced this. I nearly lost him and I never kissed him. I never felt him inside my body. I nearly lost him.
I grip his face and I kiss him, fiercely. Then, I’m all out of patience. I’m ready to reach into his underwear and grab his hard length, drag it out, and ride him, but he grips my chin, pulling me away, studying my gaze. “We need a condom.”
“Oh,” I whisper.
“My room.”
I nod. I get up off of him, and I’m standing there naked in the middle of the living room at seven thirty in the morning. He looks at me, the broad light of day making the room bright. We have the blinds closed; no one can see in, but there’s still a lot of natural light filtering in. I’m not embarrassed. Why would I be? He’s looking at me like my body is something spectacular. He’s looking at me like I’m amazing. I’ve never experienced anything like that before.
It makes me feel so alive. It makes me feel like a goddess. When I turn away from him, he makes a low sound in the back of his throat, and I smile just slightly and shake my ass just a little bit extra as I walk toward the bedroom.
I let out a long, shaking breath as soon as I get into the room. I put my hand on my chest and feel my heart raging. Then I steel myself and move over to the nightstand. There’s a box of condoms in there. I take one out, and then I take another. Justin case. I go back into the living room, and he’s waiting. My internal muscles clench as I stare at him. He’s got his thighs spread wide, his injured leg out straight in front of him. I can see the hard, thick length of his erection about to burst through his underwear. The outline of him is compelling. I want to see more. But then there’s everything else about him. His thick thighs, his impressive chest.
His face.
Oh, that face.
And all the ways that it’s ever haunted me.
He smiles, and it’s like something breaks open inside me. There’s the charmer. This must be what other women see. What they have seen for years. I’ve never seen it. I’ve never seen him turned on. Never seen him in this mode. Charming. Seductive.
I don’t even need him to do a thing. It’s good all on its own. But I kind of like the thing. I feel like I’ve been led into a secret club. Not the most exclusive club, but one I’ve never been invited to before.
I grab hold of the condom and move toward the couch. But as I got to straddle his lap, he grabs my hip, pulls me up as he lies down on the couch, bringing me square over his face. I’m… I’m right against his mouth. He looks up at me, blue eyes wicked, and I almost passed out from just how outrageously dirty this is. How incredible it is.
I’ve never… I’ve never actually been on top of a man while this happened.
His two large hands go to grab my ass, and he pulls me firmly against his mouth as he begins to eat me. He licks me with long, sure strokes, sucking my clit into his mouth and making me cry out with pleasure.
“God,” I whimper, grabbing hold of the back of the couch.
He lifts his head. “Just me. But I can see how you get the two confused.”
And then, he’s right back there. Licking me, sucking me, teasing me. He brings his thumbs up, spreading my lower lips, massaging either side of my clit while he continues to lick me. He pushes me so high, so fast, I barely recognize that I’m on the edge until I’m pushed over. I slam my hand down on the couch cushion, curling my fist around the fabric as I scream. I’ve never in all my life screamed during sex.
But I can’t even believe this. This is the hottest…
