Page 57 of Man Vs. Woman
Serena
When I saidupstairs,I had no idea that Colt would practically jump out from his seat and offer me his hand. It was something I said in the spur of the moment and now Colt’s eyeing me in such a way that my knees have started to tremble.
“Shall we then?”
“Lead the way.”
“Oh, I will,” he says, flashing me a grin. “I’ll do that and then some more.”
“Some more, huh?” I ask him, taking the hand he’s offering me and allowing him to guide me out of the bar and into the lobby.
“Some more,” he repeats, the way he says it making me want him all to myself.
I’ve never been a possessive woman, believe it or not, but Colt makes me want to handcuff him to my bed and leave him there for all eternity.
No other man has ever left me this wet before.
Just ask my thong.
I take short quick breaths as we cross the lobby, heading straight toward the elevators; the moment we’re inside one, there’s no stopping me.
Well, there’s no stoppingus.
As I rush toward Colt, he does the same. With his hands on my hips, he pushes me back against the wall, pinning my arms over my head as he crushes his mouth against mine. I close my eyes as he slides his tongue inside my mouth, surrendering to his frantic kiss. Placing his right hand on my knee, he slides it up until his fingers meet the hemline of my skirt, and then he just keeps on moving up.
When I feel his fingertips brushing against the drenched fabric of my thong, I almost lose it. I let out a moan as Colt’s lips move down to my neck, and them my moans turns into a squeal of delight as he flicks my thong to the side and brushes one fingertip against my inner lips.
“Just an appetizer,” he breathes into my hair, carefully sliding one finger inside my pussy, moving it like a hook until his fingertip his firmly pressed against my G-spot. Jesus Christ, most men struggle to find the clit, and he has found my innermost secret spot on his first try.
The man is talented, I have to admit that much.
“Oh, God,” I pant, feeling that sweet pressure building up inside me. “If the appetizer is this good, I can’t even imagine what—”
The rest of my words die on my throat, replaced by a sudden and high-pitched moan. I don’t know what kind of magic Colt worked on me, but just a few flicks of his wrist and my inner walls tightened up, an orgasm crashing against my mind like an avalanche.
“I timed it right,” he whispers softly, taking his finger from inside my pussy and offering me a grin. As he finishes speaking, the elevator announces we arrive at our floor with a softding.
“Seems like it,” I laugh, reaching for his shirt and grabbing it. Moving out of the elevator, I drag Colt after me, eager to have him someplace where we won’t be disturbed. Fishing the keys from his right pocket, he slides it into one of the doors on the hallway and we almost stumble inside: the moment he has one foot inside the apartment, I jump on him. Not literally—but almost. Closing the door with the back of my right foot, I push Colt against the wall and kiss him as if my life depended on it.
He responds in kind, his fingers moving straight to my shirt. He starts unbuttoning, taking care of two buttons and baring my bra, but then his patience seems to wane; instead of undoing the rest of the buttons, he just yanks on my shirt, ripping it open. It was an expensive D&G one, but what do I care?
Moving in a hurry, I do the rest and pull my skirt down; the moment it lands around my ankles, I kick it off to a corner of the apartment’s living room. I start bending over to take my heels off, but Colt stops me, a grin dawning on his lips.
“Keep those on.”
“Yes, sir,” I whisper obediently, never taking my eyes off of his when I go down on my knees right in front of him, my fingers trailing down his chest and only stopping when they meet his belt. I unbuckle it, push his zipper down, and then hold my breath as I see his hard cock straining against the fabric of his boxer briefs.
Running the tip of my tongue over my lips, I hook my fingers on his boxer briefs and pull them down. My heart skips a beat as I see his massive cock spring free, and then I just for it; grabbing it by the root, I point it straight at my mouth and then I dive in.
I wrap my lips around his head, tasting the saltiness of his precum, and I caress his balls with my free hand. Slowly, I roll my lips down his cock, only stopping when they meet the skin at the base of his hard member. And that’s quite an achievement, let me tell you—I mean, have you ever had 12 inches of cock inside your mouth? It’s not as easy as it sounds...but it as sure as hell is as delicious at it looks.
Bobbing my head back and forth, I savor every inch of his. I do it over and over again, until the muscles on my neck start cramping, and then I just keep on doing it some more. Believe me, if I could, I’d be doing this 24/7. It’s funny, but I can’t even remember the last time I enjoyed a blowjob like this—in a way, it was something I did to please the men I’ve been with...not something I did to pleasure myself.
But with Colt, it’s different. But that isn’t exactly a surprise by now, is it? With Colt, everything is different. Everything’sbetter.
As I feel his cock throbbing inside my mouth, I realize he’s close to the point of no return. I start going even harder than before, eager to have him explode inside my mouth, but he reacts faster than I can—placing one hand on the top of my head, he forces me to stop.
“Not yet, baby,” he whispers down at me, pushing his cock out of my mouth and placing two fingers under my chin. “I still gotta take care of you.”
