Page 126 of Finding Denver
His tattoos are down his hips, his thighs, beautiful patterns and art. And then there’s his length. His thickness. The bead of precum begging to be licked. It’s almost too cruel for him to be this magnificent.
My mouth waters and my legs instinctivelyopen farther. He returns to the bed, kneeling between my legs, and slowly pumps his cock.
“Look what you do to me,” he says, and my gaze darts to his face. “I’ve wanted this for so long. My cock is solid because of you. Because of how beautiful you are. How badly I want to fuck you.” His fist glides up and down his thickness, the end purpling with pressure. He leans over me, one hand resting by my head, the other still slowly stroking himself.
My lips part, the thrill hissing through me like water across hot steel.
He kisses me and I feel the smooth, velvety end of his cock brushing against my clit, and I moan into his mouth, rubbing myself against him.
“That’s it,” he whispers against my lips. “Rub your pretty clit on my cock. Get yourself off on me.”
Fucking Christ, his filthy mouth, his words, his fucking everything. My movements become frantic, frenzied, and I’m close, my cries stuck in my throat?—
He pulls away, and I swear. “You motherfucker!”
Colt laughs, and I’m about to curse him to the fucking heavens when he flips me onto my front and pulls me to my knees. No words leave my mouth as he buries his face into my pussy from behind, his tongue sliding across both holes. My back arches and I moan his name, a sheen of sweat coating my back and chest as I press needily into his face.
I bite my lip, holding back my desperate need to beg him to keep going, because if he stops again, I think I might die. Electricity tingles, builds, forms into a bud of ever-growing pleasure between my legs as his tongue works magic, giving each entrance time and patience and such wonderful?—
I let out an actual sob when he stops this time.
But then I feel his cock gliding across me. He smooths a hand over my ass cheek, squeezing gently. “You look fucking perfect in this position.”
“You should probably fuck me in it, then.”
His laugh both warms and enrages me. “Is that what you want?”
“Well, fucking yes!”
His leans over me, and his breath is warm against my back as he kisses and chuckles. “Tough.” He reaches around and brushes across my clit, and it’s like a zap to my brain.
But he doesn’t let me come. He brings me to the edge again and again, until I’m fairly sure a stiff breeze would get me off.
Every part of my body is alive. My nerves feel raw, my skin is a charged wire, my brain is foggy. My muscles don’t seem to be complying anymore, and neither does my mouth, because when he lays me on my back and kisses me after still not giving me what I want, I don’t have the energy to cuss him out.
“You’re doing so well.” He kisses my ear. “So fucking well.” His mouth finds mine, a soft, languid, teasing kiss. I don’t even allow myself to hope as his hand glides down, and he starts slow, beautiful circles on my clit again. But the pleasure still builds, my body desperately chasing something my brain knows it won’t get. My head drops back, my eyes flutter closed, and when his fingers slip inside me, I grind helplessly against the heel of his hand. “That’s it. Ride my fingers. Fuck them.” The words reignite my energy, and I do as he says, clinging to his wrist as I grind against his thick, long digits. “It’s yours, Del,” he whispers. “Take it.”
One final thrust of his fingers shatters me in the mostperfect way.
It’s like a thunderbolt to my body. My toes clench. My muscles stiffen. My head drops back, my body arching into his touch. I’m drenched in warmth, in pleasure, lighting up as the orgasm grips and squeezes me and steals my breath. My eyes fly open, a mixture of a cry and a scream of relief and pleasure escaping me.
And it doesn’t stop.
Pulses of ecstasy thunder through me, like waves of heat rushing across my body.
“Fuck, fuck,” Colt groans against my throat. “That’s it, squeeze me, just like that.”
Seconds tick by as the pulsing between my legs slowly ebbs away, but the tingles remain, dancing delightfully across my skin. My back meets the mattress, but my mind is somewhere else entirely. Colt is panting against my neck, and I wish I remembered how to talk.
“Regroup, Del.” He kisses my throat. “We’ve only just started.”
He teases orgasm after orgasm from me, but this time, he doesn’t make me wait. I’m a shuddering, whimpering, begging mess beneath him, and he watches all of it with greedy eyes. It’s as if he experiences each orgasm with me. He watches my face, or my pussy gripping his fingers, and he praises me through all of it. Tells me I’m beautiful, I’m doing so well, and how much I deserve to be worshipped.
Throughout it all, his cock is solid, but apart from a few strokes, he doesn’t do anything to himself or even allow me to touch him.
“Are you alive?” he whispers as he kisses my neck.
“No.” I breathe out the word. “RIP to me. Dead Denver.”
