Page 95 of One Little Kiss

“No,” I say stubbornly, but my body screams at me to submit.

“That’s my girl.”

His girl.Hisgirl. Two words that hold so much meaning in my trust deficient brain. Fuck yes, I want to be his.

Colton shifts his weight and his ass wiggles, so I know he’s struggling, too. Maybe it’s time to turn the tables. Can I, though?Travis always said…

“With me,” Colton growls, and nips my nipple harder than before. “Whatever you’re thinking about right now, let it go. You’re here. With me. In this moment, you think of nothing except what I’m doing to your body.”

“How do you do that?” I pant, already knowing I don’t have to explain my question. He might know me better than I do.

“I know when you’re not giving me your body and mind, Winnie. I read you. I know you. Stay with me.” He uses the voice that commands me to obey, and I suddenly realize it’s freeing. He isn’t trying to control me. He’s giving me the freedom to feel, live, experience. He’s taking my worries so he can provide me with something much more significant. He’s teaching me how to love.

“Okay.”

He searches my eyes for half a second and he must be pleased with what he finds because, painfully slowly, he kisses down my body, and I remember every dirty vow he gave me on our walk home. He’s fulfilling every promise he makes. He’s teaching me to trust him.

Colton’s tongue does magically, deliciously, scandalously dirty things to my body on his travel south. He tears my panties down my legs until they’re pulled taut at my knees.

“I have to deviate from my plan,” he explains as one long finger enters with a forceful thrust of his hand.

“Ahhh,” I scream. Not from pain, but from shock.

His free hand covers my mouth. “Quiet. I will not be interrupted tonight until I’m satisfied with your orgasm.”

Jesus. When he’s satisfied? Travis never even knew I was faking it. Colton’s hand drops to my breast, and he gives my nipple a rough pinch. It’s a warning, I realize. He knew my brain had drifted again.Holy fuck. He really does know my body better than I do.

With slow, deliberate movements, he laps at my drenched pussy. My stomach tightens as his fingers work their magic and his other hand roams lower until it lands on my stomach. When he palms my very un-firm belly, I don’t feel self-conscious. Surprisingly, I feel sexier than I’ve ever remembered feeling. He presses down, and the sensations his fingers cause inside of me become heightened.

“Holy shit.” My back lifts off the bed until I’m propped up on my elbows, watching him.

He adds a third finger, and before I can object, his pinky breaches my third hole. My very virgin ass clenches, and I feel him smirk against my clit. He sucks it into his mouth, and his firm tongue flicks back and forth at an alarming rate. He tongues me harder. Flicks faster. My breath is lost to the moment. I’m panting with a pleasure I’m not sure how to release. When all of his fingers move, and curl, and probe in tandem with his tongue, it’s too much. Sensory overload has my head hitting the mattress hard and rolling left to right.

Colton growls against my slick folds and my body spasms. I’m afraid I’m having a seizure when my eyes roll to the back of my skull. “Col-Colton, please. Please. Please. Please.”

“Please what?” His words vibrate against my sensitive flesh.

“Please fuck me,” I yell, and immediately clamp my hand over my mouth.

“Are you on birth control?”

“What?”

“I want you bare, Winnie. Are. You. On. Birth Control?”

“Yes. Yes, please.”

It’s all too much. Tears form at the corner of my eyes just before he impales his thick shaft as deep as it will go inside of me. I cry out. I writhe. I moan as every nerve in my body lights up.

Colton lifts my legs so my calves rest on his shoulders, and he grinds deeper. His fingers find my clit as he thrusts hard and deep, then slow and shallow. I can’t keep up. He isn’t setting a pace. Each thrust is different, sending me spiraling and stealing the air from my lungs.

“You’re close, Winnie. I can feel your pussy quivering,” he says through clenched teeth.

I can’t speak. I can’t even think. All I can do is feel as he takes over every one of my senses. He’s everywhere.

His thrusts get impossibly deeper as he leans down to kiss me. He tastes like … he tastes like mint, champagne, and me. He rests his face against mine, his mouth to my ear. “See how good you taste, CC? I want to drink you in for the rest of my life, and even that won’t be enough. I’ll never get enough of you. I fucking love you, Winnie Darling.” He growls the last words, punctuates them with a forceful thrust, and sends my body flying.

I can’t see him. He sounds like he’s underwater as he groans in my ear. All I can do is feel every spasm. Every flicker, twitch, and shiver as an orgasm overwhelms me.