In His Bed(18)

“Like that.” She moaned and raised her chest, giving him greater access to the other nipple he’d been plucking with his fingers. “It’s been so long.”

The pert nub skimmed along his tongue as he sucked, pulling it into his mouth. She mewled and he sucked harder, finally letting it pop out when her grip on his skull tightened.

“Take this off,” he said, pulling the white fabric over her head. “Want me to take my underwear off?” Her body tightened when he rolled on top of her. “We’ll go slowly. I’ll leave them on this time.”

He wanted her to know there was going to be a next time. “Thank you,” she whispered and her lush curves eased under his weight.

He trailed his hand along her side until he met the rim of her panties. “These, however, have to come off.” Not waiting for her to protest, he tugged the cute floral panties past her thighs and down until they cleared her feet. “Better,” he said and crawled down her torso, taking his time to savor the velvety skin along the way.

From above he heard her breath hitch, but if it’d been a while since she’d had a man touch her breasts, he could only imagine how long it’s been since a man had tasted her pussy. The rumble in his chest came out as a growl.

“I have to taste you, baby.” He spread her thighs, at first fighting the slight tension in them until they went limp and he could move them with ease.

“Colin, I’m a horrible person,” she said, the sound of tears threatening to choke her.

He raised his head and pressed a gentle kiss on the slight mound of her stomach. “No, you’re not. We’re not horrible people. We need this right now, and we’re going to give it to each other. Focus on this, Lea.”

He licked his way to her bare mound and dipped his tongue into the slickness between her sex lips. The heady taste intoxicated his brain, forcing his body to tense and his groin to pulse. His balls tightened against his body as he laid his stomach on the bed. He fought the urge to rub his cock on the mattress and concentrated on the wetness soaking his mouth.

He lapped several times before looking up. “Tell me, do you like it hard and fast or slow and tight?” Forcing her to pretend he was making her feel amazing wouldn’t do a damn thing to save his ego. The outcome would only be frustrating. He wanted to find her pleasure spots, to exploit them until she shattered against his face.

Her timid voice finally broke the silence, “Slow...and tight.”

God, he loved slow and tight. He used his thumbs to spread her pussy so he could find the little nub sticking out. As soon as he lashed his tongue over the right spot her hips raised off the bed.

Her mumbled words soaked into his senses as she bucked her hips with every kiss from his hungry mouth. Her pleas were met with a sensual assault until she raised her hips, the inside of her channel gripping his fingers.

“Colin! Colin, I have to come. Oh God, I have to come.”

He doubled his attention until she locked her hips and pressed her lush thighs against the sides of his face. She came with a ripple of tiny seizures. “That’s it, baby. Come for me. God, I love this.”

As her thighs relaxed and her hips fell back onto the bed, he carefully pulled his fingers free. He crawled up her body until she could look up with those sultry, post-orgasmic eyes and see him. He slid his fingers into his mouth, sucking each one until they were clean. “You taste so good, baby. So damn good.”

She covered her face with her hands. He could barely make out what she said, but the words “shouldn’t” and “good” slipped out. When she started to laugh, so did he.

“What?”

“This,” she said pointing between them. “We shouldn’t have, but it felt so good.”

He leaned down and kissed the side of her neck, loving how warm her skin felt against his lips. When she didn’t turn away, he wrapped his arm around her waist and pulled her against him. “I know you have reservations, Lea. This feels amazing and I want you to be able to feel the same way. If you give this a chance to see where it can lead, we can think about how to tell my mom. I’m here and have no plans of going anywhere. I’d never make you handle things on your own. This is about both of us.”

She laughed, the sound making him chuckle, too. “Where did you learn to do that thing with your tongue? Wait...don’t tell me. I don’t want to know.”

“Seriously,” he said, and pulled on the sheet to cover them. “You might judge me for this one, but I dated one of my professors. The week before finals, she called and said she had to discuss something about my grade and I showed up.” He grinned. “She didn’t want to discuss my grades.”