Page 45 of Ember’s Heart
He led me to the edge of the bed, and we sat down, wrapped in each other’s arms. This time, there was no frantic urgency, no desperate rush. This time was tender and slow.
“I told you, that night over the summer, I’d make it up to you,” Colton whispered, his voice hoarse with emotion, as his fingers gently traced the curve of my jaw. “I promised you a night that would be special. More than special.”
I pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “You’ve given me plenty of special nights since then, Colton. More than I could have ever dreamed.”
His eyes searched mine. “Still, that first time in my truck, it wasn’t ideal. You deserve so much more, Firefly.”
“It was perfect. Because it was with you,” I said softly, running my hand over his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my palm. “You are incredible, Colton Wyatt James.”
“Only for you,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to my forehead. “Everything we went through, the years apart, the hurt, the pain, it was all worth it because it led us right here. Together.” His hands then traced the curves of my body, his lips ghosted kisses against my neck.
He moved above me, his weight supported by his elbows, his gaze never leaving mine.
His fingers, warm and calloused, began to trace the delicate line of my collarbone, then drifted lower, over the swell of my breast, before settling on my nipple.
He teased it gently, his thumb circling, and a soft sigh escaped my lips as Colton pulled my shirt up, then tugged my bra cup down.
My breast popped free, and he immediately took my nipple into his mouth.
A gasp escaped me as he began to suck, tease, and gently bite, sending shivers down my spine.
“You’re so beautiful, Ember,” he breathed, his voice a low, husky rumble. He brought his head to look down at me, then leaned down, taking my mouth in a slow, deep kiss. As our kiss deepened, his hand drifted lower, over my stomach, then between my legs, finding my panties soaked.
My hips instinctively bucked, “Colton,” I whispered against his lips, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. “I need you. So bad.”
“I know, Firefly,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Me too.” He dipped one finger inside me, a slow, deliberate invasion that had me gasping. He moved slowly at first, then with more confidence he added a second finger, exploring my readiness. “So wet for me,” he breathed.
I shivered, a delicious tremor running through me. “Only for you,” I confessed, my voice barely audible.
He pulled back just enough to look into my eyes, his eyes blazing with desire. “Are you ready, Firefly?”
I nodded, unable to speak, my body ached for him.
After he stripped us of our clothes, tossing them carelessly onto the floor, he positioned himself, his tip pressing against my entrance.
I felt the familiar stretch, the exquisite fullness as he began to push inside.
A soft groan escaped his lips as he buried himself to the hilt, filling me completely.
“Oh, God,” I whispered, my eyes fluttering closed as I adjusted to the fullness of Colton’s thick cock. He was not small—by any means. “Colton.”
He moved slowly at first, deep, rhythmic thrusts that hit everywhere. His lips found my neck, peppering soft kisses along my sensitive skin, then moved to my ear, whispering words of love and longing.
“You feel incredible, Ember,” he murmured, his breath hot against my ear. “So good. So right.”
I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him deeper, urging him on. “Don’t stop,” I pleaded, my voice breathy. “Never stop, Colton.”
He chuckled, a low, rumbling sound in his chest. “Never, Firefly.” He picked up the pace, his thrusts becoming more powerful, more urgent. My body responded by meeting his every movement, as we moved in sync, our moans filled the quiet room.
“I love you, Ember,” he gasped, his voice raw, as the first tremors of release began to ripple through me.
“I love you too, Colton,” I cried out, my body arching, consumed by the overwhelming wave of pleasure.
He sped up, his body tensing, his own climax building rapidly. “Ember,” he moaned deeply into my neck. “I’m going to come, Firefly. I need you to get there.”
He reached between us, his fingers finding my slick, swollen clit. He pinched it, and began to rub fast circles to get me there quicker.
“Almost there, Colton,” I gasped, my voice strained with pleasure. “Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop!”
My pleas had him speeding up his thrusts, driving into me with an urgency that had me feeling tingles along my spine. I dug my nails into his back, my legs clamped tighter around his waist. The world narrowed as I cried out, my body trembling, the intoxicating scent of our mingled arousal.
As I felt my orgasm crash over me, I clamped down around Colton’s cock, and with that, he was coming with me. He let out a guttural roar of pure ecstasy. “Yes! Ember, yes!” He moaned, as hot ropes of cum painted my inner walls.
We collapsed against each other, spent and breathless, our bodies still joined.
We laid there in each other’s arms, the soft glow of the lamp casting shadows across the room.
I don’t know how long we laid there, just breathing, our hearts slowly returning to a normal rhythm.
When I felt myself starting to nod off, Colton gently pulled the comforter up over us, kissing my forehead softly.