“Come here.” Placing my hands on her hips, I pull her close. I’m now the one biting down on my bottom lip as her naked body, all that soft, silky skin, presses against mine. “Dance with me,” I murmur.
“T-There’s no music.”
She’s right. I’d use my phone, but without power, I need to save my battery in case my parents or Milo needs me. “Of course there is.” My voice is low and husky, and I try to fight off the physical need that’s taking over my body as I hold her tight. “Listen to the fire.”
Her hands lock behind my neck, her tits showcasing her hard nipples as they mold to my chest. Other than the first moment I held my son, nothing has ever felt this right. I pull her as close as I can get her, our naked bodies aligned perfectly, and with more restraint than I knew I was capable of, we begin to casually sway to the sound of the crackling fire.
My eyes are closed because I know once I see her, those plump lips, and the shimmer of need in her green eyes, I’m a goner. Instead, I bury my face in her neck, and her smell surrounds me. Just a taste. Just a little nibble to tide me over. My tongue peeks out and traces her skin.
“Oh, God,” she moans.
That’s all the green light I need. I nip and suck at her neck, grinding my hard cock into her belly. It was my intention to just sample what the night before us holds, but instead, I’m driving us both crazy.
When she reaches down and wraps her hand around my cock, all bets are off. “Hollisss,” I hiss. Fuck, I can’t have her hands on me just yet or this is going to be over before we get started. And that is going to be disappointing for both of us. “Lie down.” With Herculean effort, I pull away from her and settle onto the bed of blankets and pillows on the living room floor.
“Lie back, beautiful,” I say when she takes a seat next to me. She does as I ask, and a shiver races through her body. I’m not sure if it’s the chill in the room or the anticipation, but I’m not willing to risk it. I move to sit on my knees, facing her. Slowly, my hand travels up her silky-smooth thighs. I don’t stop until I reach the promised land. “All this for me?” I ask, and even I can hear the awe in my voice at finding her pussy soaking wet.
My mouth waters.
“Open for me.” She doesn’t hesitate to spread her legs apart. I maneuver myself so that I’m resting between her thighs before reaching over and grabbing a blanket. Pulling the blanket over my shoulders, I lower my body and pull it over my head and over her body. Part of me wishes I could see her, that I could watch her as I taste her, but there will be time for that. This isn’t a one and done for me. I already know she’s under my skin, and tonight, that just makes me crave her even more.
Tired of waiting, I suck her clit into my mouth while my hands travel up her body under the blanket. With a plump breast in each hand, I roll her nipples between my thumb and forefinger, all while my mouth is devouring her. Her legs tighten around my head, which only fuels my desire to devour her. I’m relentless, and when her legs begin to quiver, I get my hands involved. One finger then two, I slide them inside her, gently pumping while taking turns massaging her clit with my tongue and my thumb. My cock painfully presses against the blankets we’re lying on.
I need to be inside her.
Now.
My hand pumps faster, and that’s all it takes. Her legs squeeze me, her back arches off the floor, and she cries out my name. I don’t stop until her legs relax. Pulling away from her, I wipe my mouth on the blanket and move my way up her body, kissing everywhere my lips will reach on my way. When my head pops out of the blanket, her eyes are closed, and she has a small, satisfied smile on her lips. My heart skips not just from how beautiful she looks in this moment, but because I did that.
Me.
Colton Callahan.
“You’re stunning,” I say once again, memorizing everything about this moment.
Her eyes flutter open, and the small smile grows. Her hand slides between us, and she again has my cock in her hand. I close my eyes as she slowly strokes me. “My turn.”
“No.” I shake my head as a rough sputter of laughter leaves my chest. “I’m not coming in your mouth. I need to be inside you.”