Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 77936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 77936 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 390(@200wpm)___ 312(@250wpm)___ 260(@300wpm)
“Wanna see your face.”
“Thought you liked the view the other way,” I teased lightly. “And like I could say no to you.”
“Even now?”
“Especially now.” Despite my reluctance to show my emotions, I held his gaze. Maybe he deserved to know how much I felt for him, how this meant so much more than the mere act of fucking. After my divorce, I thought I’d never again experience this sort of depth of feeling, but with Colt, I might as well toss all assumptions into the canyon.
Eyes locked, I straddled him, steadying his cock with one hand. I sank down slowly because he was girthy and also to draw the moment out, let him see everything play out across my face. The initial penetration, the stretch, the fullness, the point where I angled my hips so his cockhead brushed my prostate for the first time.
“Oh wow.” His voice was little more than air. “You really do like this.”
“I do.”
“Feels good to me too. Tight. Warm. And the picture you make…” He paused to whistle low. “So fucking hot.”
“Keep watching,” I ordered, speeding up my motions, taking more of his cock on each pass until my ass touched his thighs and we both moaned. Apparently, having unlocked some new exhibitionist kink, I had fun showing off, finding what made Colt gasp and shudder. However, the more I rode him, the more my pleasure mounted. I grabbed my cock, using the last of the lube to slick my grip, showing Colt this too, how much I needed him, how excited I was to be fucking at last.
“Let me.” He reached for my cock, batting away my hand with the blend of dominance and eagerness that was uniquely Colt. He could take charge but never seemed to lose his sense of wonder. Indeed, he moaned even before I did as he stroked my cock. “This makes you come?”
“Uh-huh.” I was rapidly losing the power of speech. “That and how damn good you feel inside me.”
“Tell me,” he demanded.
“You feel big. Love how full it feels, all that pressure right up on my spot.”
“And here?” He tapped my chest with his free hand.
“There too.” I wouldn’t say the words, but they were right there. All these years later, and no one, absolutely no one, could make me feel the way this man did. “Feel so…connected with you. Full. Can’t hardly hold it all.”
“Me too.” His voice was husky. He kept his palm right there against my heart as I rode him harder, the contact giving me something extra to push against, but also more of a link between us. I’d fucked, but I’d never made love, even through a steady stream of failed relationships, including my ill-fated marriage, and now I knew the difference. I bucked against him, playing with using him as leverage, and the increased pressure got me there far sooner than I wanted.
“Oh fuck. I’m close.”
“Good.” Colt sounded all proud. “Get there.”
“You gonna come too?” I asked. He was rock-hard, and judging by his moans, he was enjoying himself, but he didn’t seem nearly as worked up as me.
“Don’t worry about me.” He stroked my cock that much faster, practiced grip remembering exactly what I liked. “Want you to come first. God, I love watching you.”
“Yes. Watch me.” His fist alone would get me there, but I ground down, rocking fast and furious. “Here it comes. Tighter. Right there.”
“Maverick.” His voice broke, more of that utter wonder, and that did it. I was coming, painting his chest and abs with white streaks.
“Yes. Colt. God.” The waves crashed through me until I couldn’t move anymore and collapsed on his chest. I gave a halfhearted wiggle. “You can keep going.”
“Nuh-uh.” He tapped my hip, disentangling us. He discarded the condom, moving to jack himself off, but not before he tucked me in against his side. “This is what I want. Kiss me.”
“Gladly.” Whatever he wanted. Whatever he needed. I kissed him like it was the last promise I’d ever make, putting everything I’d felt during the fuck into it. He groaned, body shaking, bucking up into his fist. I broke away long enough to urge him on. “That’s it. Get yourself there.”
Colt climaxing was like watching one of those old-fashioned tourist steam trains pull into the station—huffing and puffing, a magnificent beast, all that power and energy and strength on display, and all for me. If I hadn’t climaxed a minute prior, I totally could have come simply from watching him.
“Fuck. Somehow, I’m supposed to drive us back to town after that?” Colt gasped, breath coming in pants. He held me close, kissing the side of my head. “God, I want to sleep for a week.”
“I know the feeling.” I groaned.
“Mav…” He sighed, a world of meaning in his exhale, the unspoken words between us again. “I liked that. Thank you.”