“I want you to play with yourself a little more.”
Leaving one hand on the mantel, she moved to comply. She arched her back against him so that his front pressed tighter against her ass, so even if he couldn’t see, he could feel everything she was doing.
Her hand wandered over her breasts and she squeezed her nipple. Colin murmured his approval against the crook of her neck as he pressed hot, tender kisses to her soft skin.
Even the smallest of his touches made Sabela’s senses sing. He felt so good, so right.
He had been driving her wild all evening, and now it was her turn to return the favor. She wanted him badly.
His fingertips slid across her stomach and stopped just above the triangle of her panties, but he didn’t touch lower. Driven by instinct, she widened her stance in invitation.
“That’s it, baby,” Colin whispered in approval. “Open up for me.”
Sabela pushed her backside firmly against his hard cock. Even as his hand wandered down her stomach and slid under her panties and into the gentle folds between her legs, she felt him pushing against her.
His free hand covered hers as she played with her nipple. Then he found the sensitive nub between her legs and her knees nearly buckled. She inhaled sharply.
Together, their fingers interlaced, he squeezed her hand as his other began to explore her sensitive parts. She heard Colin groan against her neck.
“You’re so ready. You’re so wet. I love it.”
There was no denying it.
After hours of teasing and of waiting, he was finally going to be hers. Sabela ground against him again, making it clear what she wanted.
All at once his fingers were gone, but she didn’t have time to miss them. Colin spun her around and kissed her … hard.
She loved the force of it, the demand, the claim. She wanted to be taken and to take in return.
Colin scooped her up into his arms, and she straddled his waist. His fingers bit into the skin of her backside, but it didn’t hurt. It was all pleasure.
With her in his arms, Colin moved across the room and threw her down onto his bed. She landed with a bounce and a gasp. He’d shed his clothes a moment later, but it was so quick that she realized he had to have been undressing himself the entire time he had been watching her.
From her position on the bed, Sabela could appreciate him in full. He was beautiful: an ultimate, undeniably male physique, toned and muscled, carved and cut. His tawny, tanned skin glistened in the firelight, along with his golden hair. He was an invader, an ancient Viking, come to claim the spoils of war.
She licked her lips and looked lower. His hard, long cock stood at attention against his stomach. So big. He opened a small package and unrolled a condom down, down, down the full length of his impressive manhood.
She’d seen aroused men in the past, but not one of them possessed a member so big and beautiful as Colin’s. She took another hard swallow.
While she fantasized, Colin crawled up on the bed and pressed a knee between her legs. Breathless, Sabela opened her thighs for him, and his other knee joined the first.
With one hand he grabbed her by the hip and lifted her up, and with the other he pulled off her panties in a quick yank. He tossed them aside then took hold of his thick cock and trailed it across the wet slick between her legs.
Sabela tried to buck her hips up, but he held her down and wouldn’t let her take control. His fierce gaze held hers, and she understood what she saw there. He demanded her surrender, total surrender. Her total trust.
He’d take everything or nothing.
And so she gave him everything. Her system buzzed with the freedom of surrender.
A tremor ran through her, and his fingertips tightened against her hip. The head of his cock pressed against her entrance, and then, with one hard thrust, he was inside her.
Sabela arched her back and cried out in ecstasy. She hadn’t expected him to enter her so quickly, with no preparation other than her own slick moisture. His cock rammed inside her as far as it could go, and the mixture of pain, lust and pleasure nearly made her come instantly.
She grabbed at the sheets to brace herself. Colin moved against her fluidly and pushed her further up onto the bed.
He groaned. “You’re so tight. God. You feel so good.”
Colin looked into her eyes as he pulled out and thrust into her again. It was too intense. Sabela closed her eyes, but Colin wasn’t having it.
“Open your eyes, baby. I want to see your eyes when you come for me.”
That short sentence carried heavy meaning. She knew on one level it meant that he wanted to see her as she reached her peak of pleasure, but, on the other hand, she was also exposing herself to him in the most vulnerable way.
It was as if he wanted to know that she was his, inside and out.
In the heat of the moment, she wanted that too. She wanted to be with Colin, and she wanted him to understand what he was doing to her. The blues of his eyes were hers to gaze into, and those blues darkened with excitement as she quickly reached her peak.
His fingers found the nub of her clit again, and she soared higher. She was so close.
Sabela had been holding back all evening, and what she saw in Colin’s eyes told her that he had been holding back, too. Now it was just the two of them, and there was no need for either of them to hold back any longer.
Colin reached up and clasped one hand over hers, holding her a willing captive. Then he drove into her deeper, and she took everything that he gave her. She cried out as the intensity grew and grew.
Then she cried out again, loud and high, as she came. As she came for him.
Colin’s mouth covered hers to silence her. The feeling of repression at the peak of her excitement was agony, but it was also pleasurable in the strangest way.
She thought he would come then, but he didn’t.
“Yes, baby, that’s it,” he told her. “Come for me. And you’re going to do it again, beautiful one.”
And so he didn’t stop taking her. He slowed down his thrusts, set a new rhythm as he powered over her. His big cock stretched her and drove her mad, her senses on fire almost before she’d come down from her first orgasm.
Again, his fingers worked their magic on her clit. Again he drove inside her, and his free hand held her in place, forced her to give him his way.
And she soared in the eroticism of it. She soared to an even higher plane than before. She heard herself saying his name over and over. “Colin. Colin. Colin. Oh, God, Colin!”
And he’d respond. “Yes, yes, take it, baby. All for you. Take my big, hard cock. Take it! Yes!”
All the while they looked into one another’s eyes. He shared her ecstasy, and she shared his craving.
Once she crested the peak, Colin slowed down again. He released her hands and kissed her gently. He squeezed her breasts and licked her nipples.
“So good, so good.” She sighed in repletion.
“Oh, you’re not done yet, lovely one,” he said with a dark chuckle. “I haven’t seen you on your knees yet.”
With a smooth motion, he flipped her over onto her stomach as if she were little more than a toy. He lifted her hips into the air. “On your knees. Stick that sweet ass up. Head down on the mattress. Just like that. Damn. What a view.”
He ran his hands over her ass, kneading her flesh. Her head turned to the side, Sabela could see their reflection in the big black windows. She shivered. He loomed over her, so huge, and she was tiny and vulnerable in comparison.
He leaned down, running a hand over her spine and tangling his fingers into the chignon at the back of her head.
“I like this,” he growled, using his handhold to keep her captive. “Do you?”
She was relieved he asked. It might have been too much had he not. “Yes,” she said, her voice all breathy.
He shoved inside her, taking her with a frenzy, flesh slapping on flesh, his hand pulling on her hair, his other hand gripping her hip. And
she pushed back as much as he’d allow. Their breaths were a quick staccato matching Colin’s thrusts.
Again and again. Over and over. It seemed he might never stop, and she didn’t want him to. A low buzz of pleasure ran through her body the entire time, sometimes climbing, sometimes falling. But always the pleasure, the tremors and shivers.
She’d not known such a thing was possible.
She watched him in the window, fucking her like the predator he was. She couldn’t move her head, couldn’t turn even an inch to see his face, and she couldn’t see close details in the windows. But she could see him slamming into her, and she felt him rattling her very bones with his need and desire for her.
It was an epiphany. She knew she’d never been wanted like this. And she’d never wanted anyone the way she wanted Colin.
With this understanding, she soared into the stratosphere, losing herself in her orgasm, in Colin’s own, deep moans as he, too soared away.
They came, together, and rode the release as far as it could take them.
When it was over, Colin released her hair. They turned in unison onto their sides, still joined together as he spooned her. They breathed hard, and Sabela felt Colin’s heart hammering against her back.
He nuzzled her neck and shoulder. “So beautiful. More than I could imagine.”
The whole encounter had been like nothing Sabela had ever felt before. Something loosened inside of her at the thought of what it could mean to be Colin Morgan’s girlfriend, to belong to him and him to her.
It was a role that she thought she could enjoy.
One of his hands cupped her breast and squeezed gently. ”Give me ten minutes, and we’re going to do that again,” he said.
She lay her hand over his. ”You won’t hear any complaining from me.”