At last, he grabbed his jeans and briefs in tight fingers and pushed them down. She gaped helplessly at his lean hips, the ripples in his abs, and each glorious inch of flesh below that he displayed for her greedy eyes.
Because the denim was wet, it took a little more effort for him to peel his jeans away, but it was worth the wait, because when he freed himself, she gasped in delight.
"Oh, Colt, I'm so ready for this," she sighed, practically drooling as his manhood sprung forth in all its breathtaking glory. He was thick, solid, and more than primed for combat, and the sheen on the head of all that flesh made her bite her lip in anticipation.
He had to groan, and, hearing that, she lifted her eyes upward to meet his, which were burning with desire. "If you keep looking at me like I'm the main course, I won't last long enough for either of us to fully enjoy this," he warned her as he joined her on the bed.
"Colt, you're not the main course - you are most certainly the best course: dessert," she replied with a come-hither smile.
And he came hither. With another growl, he lay on top of her and captured her lips once more, ravishing her mouth before turning both their bodies sideways so he could pull the string at the back of her bikini top.
In two seconds flat her br**sts were freed and she reveled in the feel of them pressing against his muscled chest. She wriggled to get even closer.
No dice. He pushed her on her back and trailed his mouth down her neck, licking the skin before nipping it and making her cry out for more. Moving farther down her body, he circled his mouth around each of her luscious br**sts in turn, teasing her, taking his time to get to the hard peaks she so desperately wanted him to suck.
"Now, Colt. Please." She lifted her hands into his hair and guided him there. And he was finally fastening on one sensitive bud and taking the pink flesh into his mouth while swiping his tongue across its aching surface.
She cried out as she felt the heat building inside her, felt herself on the edge of exploding, and he hadn't even touched her core yet. If loving this was wrong, she didn't want to be right.
He moved to her other breast and gave it ample attention before running his tongue down the center of her cle**age and making his way to her stomach, sucking and licking every inch of quivering flesh.
When he undid her cutoffs and began stripping them away, she lifted her h*ps from the bed to make it easier for him, needing his mouth where she was pulsing with hunger. He didn't make her wait long.
After getting rid of her tiny shorts and tinier panties, he spread her legs and licked her inner thighs, growling in his appreciation of her hot scent before he moved upward and ran his tongue along her sensitive folds.
When he clamped his lips onto the pulsing bud of her womanhood, she jerked up from the bed, and the greatest pleasure of all ripped through her in wave after blissful wave.
"Yes," she cried out, clasping her hands in his hair and holding him there, afraid he would stop before she was ready for him to.
She had nothing to fear on that score. He swept his tongue across her flesh in time with the pulsations of her body, and drew out her pleasure for so long that when it ended, she collapsed against the mattress.
She was spent. There was no possible way she could do more, and it was just too bad for him. As if he could read her mind, he chuckled. "Don't get too comfortable, Brielle. We aren't finished," he told her, and he slipped two fingers inside her hot sheath.
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"Oh, Colt, I can't … " she started to say, but the words ended on a moan, because somehow he was hitting just the right spot to make her body come alive again.
He moved his fingers slowly in and out, building the embers of her fire to a red-hot blaze once again, and she was soon writhing beneath him. His fingers just weren't enough.
"Colt … "
"Tell me what you want, Brielle."
He was going to make her say it, and sadly, she didn't have an ounce of shame as she replied: "You. Inside me. Right now."
He pulled his fingers from her and then climbed up her body, leaving a trail of kisses all the way to her lips. She tried to turn away, the thought of tasting herself on his tongue making her uneasy, but he gripped her head and plunged inside her mouth, giving her a new sensation as his musky flavor mixed with hers. Not bad, really - she could definitely get used to that. And as the head of his arousal pressed to her core, she opened her legs wider, needing him to thrust inside, forgetting about anything but the two of them making the ultimate connection.
As his tongue grazed her lips, he slipped an inch of his erection inside her, making her tremble with wanting. "Please," she begged again as she wrapped her legs around him. The anticipation was killing her. She wanted to feel his thickness inside her. She wanted completion.