Page 38 of Man Vs. Woman
Colt
A small whimperfalls out of Serena’s mouth as she stretches her arms, reaching them above her head. I lean on my side and watch her, admiring her body move.
It’s so fucking perfect; everything is perfect about her.
I drink in the vision of her body—her shoulders, strong and lean; her breast, perky and plump. And her legs. Oh, those fucking legs. Not only do they support that perfect ass of hers—I need to remember to thank them properly for doing such a fantastic job—but they’re just so damn sexy. I want them to bind me and tie me up, leaving me helpless to their powers.
I get fucking hard watching them bend, straighten, and rub against me.
“Sore?” I trace a line down the center of her tits, her stomach and circle around her navel. I follow the path I drew, placing soft kisses along it.
The feel of her skin is fucking maddening. All I want to do is touch her, taste her, and even fucking smell her. It sounds psychotic once I put it out there and a bit stalker-ish too, I admit, but it’s true.
I could live off her, and solely her. She’d be my breakfast, lunch, and dinner and I’d be the happiest fucking man in this world.
She squirms and giggles as I continue to follow the map of her body. She catches my hand, bringing it up to her lips. She doesn’t kiss it though, which I expected her to, rather she runs my fingers over her lips and brushes her cheek with it. It’s so intimate…
Yeah, I remember what we did last night.
But this? This is two days later in the morning—in my place.
That’s right.
Colt McCoy is smitten. I’m seeing a woman after bagging her.
Actually, I shouldn’t even call it bagging. I don’t know what it is. But this, this is fucking cute. Again, she’s cute and sexy. It’s a dangerously attractive combination and I have a feeling it’ll always lure me in, fucking with my head.
Just like the first time I saw her.
“I like being sore,” she says, smiling in pure satisfaction. She kisses my hand and turns to face me.
“You keep surprising me.” I smile back, loving how I feel in this moment. With her.
“Hey, I told you I like to engage in certain forms of physical activity. But I think I just found one that I prefer the most,” she chuckles quietly.
I grab her waist and pull her closer to me so we’re only breaths apart. I place my hand on the back of her knee and move her leg around me, hanging it over my waist.
My dick is inches away from her and I can feel the heat of her pussy teasing it. My usual tactic would be to glide in and satisfy my greediness, but I want this moment. I want to be entangled with her, in the sheets, breathing each other in.
I’m not becoming a mushy, romantic yet, baby. I’m still the man who’ll fuck her brains out—hell, that’s what I did a few hours ago. And, did you read where I said I didn’t want to fuck her? No, because it never happened and probably never will. I’m always be raring to go when it comes to Serena.
“You’re becoming one of my favorite clients,” I wink and kiss the tip of her nose.
“I can see why you’re so successful,” she teases. She bats her eyes and places her hand on my check, rubbing her thumb up and down my stubble. “I like this.”
“Is that a compliment?” I ask.
“Are you always this hands-on with your clients?” She ignores my question. Her face falls into a serious expression, but it’s still soft. There’s no judgement or jealousy behind it. I would be able to feel her body tense, but it’s still warm, calm, and inviting.
“Not always, but sometimes I let myself get carried away. It’s hard to say no to a woman who’s throwing themselves at you,” I confess.
“Carried away so much so that you cum all over the gym?” She teases and nudges me in the shoulder playfully.
“Got me there. I’ve never had that happen before, trust me.”
“I believe you. Especially because this is the first gym you’ve had to shut down. Right?”
“Want to know something?” I pull her closer. This could go either way, but I have to be honest with her.
