Page 112 of One Little Kiss
CHAPTER35
COLTON
Catching Winnie on the stairs, I press her body to mine. My hard length nestled into the crook of her legging-clad ass. I have to calm down before I hurt her. I’ve never felt so out of control. She arches into me, shimmying up and down on my cock. If she keeps that up, I’m going to come all over her back, so with one hand, I hold her still, and my other hand slips into her panties.
“Colton.” It’s a wanton plea, and I’m more than willing to oblige.
“I love you, Winnie. So damn much I can’t think straight.” My nose nuzzles her ear as my teeth bear down on the sensitive skin just below.
“Today wasn’t your fault, Colton. He’s a narcissistic—” The hand holding her hip clamps over her mouth.
“It was my fault, CC,” I whisper harshly. My rough words complimenting the rapid movement of my fingers across her clit. Back and forth, up and down. Harder. Softer. Faster. And then a slap. I’ve found that keeping her guessing is the quickest way to get her to release her mind, so I never keep a pattern for long. “I was so invested in having a pissing contest with him, I let Wes get too far away from me. It won’t happen again. When I told you to trust me, I … Fuck, Winnie. I’ll earn it by being better.”
Her chest heaves, but I don’t stop. I quickly tug her pants down to her knees. My hand goes numb from the reckless assault on her clit. Winnie’s legs quiver against mine, and she rests her head back against my shoulder. My hand lowers from her mouth to grip her neck. Not hard, but with enough pressure that I can feel her pulse point beneath my thumb. When she lets out a sinful moan, I insert three fingers into her pussy.
She’s slick skin, and throaty moans of pleasure that have me rocking my dick against her back for the friction it’s desperately seeking. Never taking the heel of my palm off her bundle of sensitive nerves, I finger fuck her with desperation. When I feel her clamp down on my hand, I know I have her. Curling my finger to that spot no one else has ever reached for her, I massage and caress. I pull every ounce of pleasure I can from her body. I’m rewarded with a burst of moisture that shoots from her pussy, coating my hand.
“Gah. Colt. Fuuck. Ahhhh,” she screams louder than I’ve ever heard her, and it releases the beast inside.
I gently lower her to the stairs. “Hold on to the step above you.”
Winnie is still a shivering mess of orgasmic bliss, but I press her legs together, tilt her hips to the sky, and plunge as deep into her center as this position will allow. She’s so goddamn tight like this I think my head will explode. But it’s the onslaught of her unexpected second orgasm that has my eyes rolling to the back of my head.
As soon as I’m buried to the hilt, her inner walls squeeze, quiver, and quake around me. “Fucking hell, Winnie. Yes.”
Her back is slick with sweat. Her sounds are music to my ears, but in no way coherent. Groans, moans, and slapping skin exorcise the demons of today until I’m lost to every sensation except her.My CC.
Gripping her upper arms, I raise her back to my front as I continue to plunge deep inside of her. “Mine. My family, Winnie.” I pound into her with everything I am, and adrenaline has me nowhere near ready to come. Holding her arched back to me, I lift her right leg onto the step above us.
I hit new depths in this position, and she cries out, her body spent. I can feel it in her lagging muscles, but she lifts her arms up and hooks them around my neck. She’s letting me know she’s here with me. For me.
“I’m yours, Colton. Body and mind. Forever more. I trust you with my body, my heart, and my family.” Her shaky words send me spiraling into a fit of pleasure I’ll never be able to explain.
Silence fills the stairwell. Panting breaths and racing hearts are the only sounds we hear. My arms wrap around Winnie’s middle when I feel her legs wobble. Turning her to me, I lean down and lift her in a fireman’s hold. I intend to carry her to our bedroom when my foot slips in a puddle and we both look down.
“Oh my God. What is that? Did I pee?”
Oh, my dear Winnie. “I’m so glad I get to experience these firsts with you, sweetheart. That, my love, is our love. You squirted,” I state plainly but feel pride racing straight to my semi hard cock.
“What? No.” Her horrified expression has me laughing loudly and carefree. The fact that I can feel so much with her is exhilarating.
Climbing the steps, I smack her ass. Not hard, but enough to make a loud snapping sound. “Yes. And my new mission will be to see how many times I can make you do it. We’re going to need to invest in a lot of towels, fiancée of mine.”
Feeling her shake her head, I know she covered her face with her hands. I chuckle darkly before tossing her on the bed. “I’ll be right back.”
She stares at me confused, flushed, and a whole lot fuckable.
I race to our bathroom, grab a towel and the spray cleaner, then quickly clean off the stairs in case Lexi comes back sooner than expected.
Back in our room, I toss the cleaner under the sink and the towel in the hamper, then stalk back toward my future.
“Are you okay?” she asks quietly.
“Yeah,” I admit. “I’m disappointed in myself, though. I should have known better. I—” My throat closes, and I cough to force the words out. “The second he touched Weston, fear hit like a tsunami. I should have noticed his bloodshot eyes. The way he swayed when he was leaning on the desk. I should have seen it.”
Winnie sits up in the bed and crawls under my arm, holding me tight.
“Is this how he was with you?” I’m not sure I want the answer, but I have to ask.
