Page 3 of Awakening
Colson kissed me again, a soul-stirring kiss. He was tasting my mouth like he’d been starving, and I was the answer to his hunger. His hand slid along my side, tracing the curve of my waist and full hips, dipping beneath the hem of my sleep shirt. I gasp softly as his warm, rugged palm touches my emblazoned skin, his fingertips trailing fire over my ribs, slowly dragging my sweats down my thick thighs.
“We have to be quiet,” I breathed, even as my hips arched toward him.
“I’ll keep you quiet,” he whispered against my lips, kissing down my neck, his mouth finding the soft spot just below my ear. Shivers worked up my spine, biting my lip to keep from moaning.
His hands moved lower, slow but purposeful, only stopping to guide us under the blanket. His body fit against me, muscle to muscle, heat to heat, nothing between us now but the thin layer of cotton between skin and desire.
I reached for his waistband, and he caught my wrist, not to stop me, but to meet my eyes.
“This is your pace,” he said, “You call every shot.”
My heart thundered, “I want this moment, with you, please,” I begged, my voice full of emotion.
I granted him permission to own me, to have the piece of me that I’d never given to anyone else.
Somewhere between nerves and need, we shed what was left of our clothing, each movement careful, each breath stolen between kisses. The tension between us had been building for weeks, too many shared glances, too many brushed hands during drills. Finally, it erupted like lightning behind our eyes.
Colson kissed his way down my tight stomach, hands firm on my sharp hips, and when his mouth found my center, he licked her soft and slow at first, then something switched, because his mouth and tongue began to devour me. My hands flew to my mouth, muffling the moans and screams that threatened to break free.
Thighs trembling, breathing erratic, “Colson…”
He looked up, mouth glistening, “You taste so fucking good. Like everything I’ve ever wanted.”
He continued to feast, his mouth sucking my pulsating clit, my juices gushing out of me, his tongue lapping at every drop. His fingers rubbing up and down my slit, my body jerking from the pleasure.
“Pleaseeeeee,” I begged on a moan.
“Please, what, Princess?” He asked as he pushed a finger inside me, causing my back to arch off the mattress. Calling me Princess unlocked the submissive good girl in me that was dying to show herself.
“So tight, mmm. She’s gripping my finger,” spilled from his lips as quickly as he went back to sucking the pleasure from my body.
“Open your eyes and watch me eat this fat pussy,” hedemanded as he bit my thigh. Hearing him talk to me so filthily ignited my orgasm as it surged through my body.
“I—I, oh my fucking, babyyyy,” I moaned out as my juices released all over him as he shook his face in my pussy like he was bathing himself in all I had to give.
“Good girl,” he praised, my body engulfed in heat and seduction.
When he moved back up to kiss me, I pulled him close, wrapping my legs around his waist, my body already trembling with anticipation. I leaned up to kiss him, tasting myself on his beautiful lips, looking at his face wet with my release. I needed more.
Moving together in the tight space, bodies slick with heat, hearts racing. He paused again, grabbing the condom from his wallet, sheathing himself as he hovered at my soaking wet entrance.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” he murmured.
“Hurt me good,” I begged, pulling him in, wrapping my hand around his rock-hard dick.
His body joined mine slowly, inch by inch, until they were fully connected. My breath was caught in my throat; it felt like I was being split in two. The wideness of my eyes caused him to stop.
“We can stop if it’s too much,” he assured me tenderly.
Clinging to him, gasping into his neck as he filled me completely, “Just don’t stop.”
He moved with control, holding back for me, kissing me through every adjustment, every rise in pressure. I was new to sex, but I’d watched my fair share of porn, so I knew to match his rhythm. Once the pain of blooming for the first time gave way to a pleasure I never wanted to be without, I lifted to meet him, matching him stroke for stroke in a dance that felt like defianceagainst silence, against regulation, against everything they’d been told to suppress.
It was desperate and slow, aching and wild, the kind of sex that made her forget where I ended and he began.
His mouth brushed against my ear, “Be a good girl and cum for me,” as he continued to feed me every hard inch he possessed before pulling out until only the tip remained.
“You feel so fucking good, I feel so fulllllll,” I screamed as quietly as I could, flexing my walls around his hardness.
