Page 63 of Personal Foul
He stops, staring into my eyes.
“I love you,” he whispers. “I’m not going anywhere, and I mean it.”
The words are spoken with so much conviction that my heart aches imagining life without him.
Shedding the blanket, I press my hand down between us, crawling onto his lap. Colson reclines back on the couch, his face shifting from emotional to desire, his hands dropping to where my robe is tied at my waist.
“I need to feel you.”
I nod, understanding what he means, raking my fingers over his chest, straddling him. His nostrils flare, his jaw clenching, and he gives a little cough when he sees what I’m wearing, or well, not wearing underneath.
“Are you kidding me? You’ve had this on under here the entire time?”
“I was going to wear it for you the other night before you left for your game. I had a feeling you were going to come over when you got back to town, at least I hoped you were. I was also hoping you’d be able to see it.”
He coughs, clearing his throat as he stares down at my chest to the black lace bra and panties I am wearing underneath.
I half expected it to be him getting off the elevator the first time; Antonio even called to give me the heads up. I just hadn’t expected to find Molly get off first.
“Do you realize what you do to me?” His eyes are everywhere on me like he’s both eating me up and afraid if he blinks or looks away, I’ll somehow disappear.
“Feel,” he mutters, reaching for my hand to press it against his chest. I’m not sure if what I’m feeling is his heart or mine, or the two of them beating together in rhythm.
“I love you, Colson,” I blurt out, my lips crashing down against his.
He moans, tearing my robe the rest of the way off me until it drops on the floor behind me.
His dress pants don’t do much to contain his growing erection, and each roll of my hips is enough to drive us both wild with need.
“I swear to God,” he grunts as I lean up on my knees, giving him room to unbutton and slide his pants down.
Reaching my hand down between us, I wrap my fingers around his dick tightly, turning my wrist as he tosses his head back and squeezes his eyes shut.
“Sydney,” he moans. “Your hand feels so fucking good, but I need to feel you. I want to feel every inch of you around me.”
I nod, jerking him harder, loving how he gives over control and lets me pleasure him like this. Seeing how turned on he is, how his body reacts to me, there’s nothing else like it.
He makes me feel confident and sexy in ways I’ve never felt before.
Letting go, his eyes fall on my hand, watching as I run my thumb over the tip of his cock to where the bead of precum leaks out. I rub my wet fingers over my clit, moving my panties to the side, while the heat of his stare burns into me.
“You did not…” His voice trails off. “Sydney.” This time when he says my name, it’s more of a plea.
Adjusting myself above him, I rub the head of his dick over my pussy, loving the sounds he makes and the way his breathing changes. His hands clench into fists next to us, and I want to grin with delight seeing how much he wants me.
Positioning him near my entrance, I slowly slide down him until he’s pressed to the hilt. I wrap my arms around him to hold on, loving how good it feels.
Gripping his shoulders, I ease up before slamming back down, and the growl that comes from deep in his chest has my smile breaking free.
“You like riding this dick,” Colson grits his teeth, his head resting against the back of the couch, staring up at me. He’s close, but he’s waiting until I meet him there.
“Yes,” I moan, reaching my hand between us to rub my clit.
Colson watches me, his eyes following my hand before he’s had enough. He moves my hand away, taking his thumb and rubbing it over my clit. The calluses on his fingers brushing over my sensitive flesh is enough to send my eyes rolling back, feeling my imminent release closing in.
“Let me feel you cum, baby. Give it to me.”
The combination of his words and the feel of his finger rubbing me are enough to send my body falling over the edge, tremors breaking out over my body as Colson grunts, thrusting twice before meeting me there.
