by Christa Wick
He wouldn't let me.
"I'm serious." I elbowed him. "I told her how gigantic you are and everything."
"Mia...you didn't?"
I giggled at how shocked he sounded. A year and a half in Keeling had turned Collin Stark almost provincial. Not in the bedroom, though -- at least not until a month ago. I cleared my throat and let him off the hook -- mostly.
"I said you were more impressive than most men in all ways." I squirmed closer toward him but couldn't find that hard length of maleness that had pressed against my hip a minute before. "When she was done licking her lips, she said it was still safe as long as things weren't too rough."
My little joke didn't mollify him, didn't even earn me a chuckle, so I switched tactics.
"Please," I wheedled. "You don't know what all these hormones are like. I swear I'm going to go insane."
I looked to find the blue eyes smiling at me. He blinked, laughing at the same time, then drew me off the bed toward the oversized chair by the fireplace. He put a pillow on the chair to cushion my lower back then sat me down.
"Let me take care of you, love."
Horny and hormonal, tears splashed against my cheeks. I pushed clumsily at his shoulder. "I want you in me, Collin. I'm serious."
He shushed me, his fingers untying the ladder of satin ribbons as his mouth brushed against the sheer fabric covering my breasts. My nipples, already tight, puckered to full attention. He sucked one through the chiffon as the last ribbon tie surrendered to his touch. He pushed the panels of the gown to the side, leaving the front of my torso exposed.
"Always so beautiful, love." Sucking my nipple into his mouth once more, his fingers found my hot core. He groaned, the tips dipping just inside me before running a slick line up my sex.
"And wet." He rasped the amendment, his teeth grazing my breast before he moved to the opposite nipple.
My fingers knotted in his hair and I started to squirm on the seat. The way his fingers played my pussy, he would have me soaking the cushion before I got my first taste of him. I whimpered then squirmed a little more as I squeezed in an attempt to draw his fingers into me.
He moaned, then shook his head free of my hands so he could kiss his way over my stomach then down to the juncture of my thighs.
Oh, yes -- I missed his lips there, grew wetter at the anticipation of him placing them against the swollen sheath of my clit, his tongue ferreting out the small pearl buried inside it. I arched, breasts lifting as he blew cold air against my feverish flesh.
"Drenched, love."
Of course I was drenched! It had been a month. Growling, I pushed my mound forward and pressed down on the crown of his head.
"Please," I whimpered.
He slid three fingers into me, just the tips but it was enough to make my neck snap back and my eyes roll up in delirium. When his lips finally made contact, a shuddering groan rolled through me. In and out, the fingertips moved in a shallow dance, their gentle penetration magnifying my appetite for his cock even as he had me on the verge of climaxing.
I lifted, rocked, my legs splaying wider. I reached between my thighs, holding myself open for him as he gnawed and licked at my clit and the hard little trigger hidden inside its hood. I cried out, cream seeping and squelching around his fingers.
"Yes!" I lifted, gasping, my whole body trembling as my climax slammed through me. I cried again, high and keening as I called his name.
He slowed, bringing me gently down, letting the small aftershocks wring more pleasure from my body as he licked slower and lightly rimmed the opening to my pussy.
Grabbing handfuls of his hair, I forced him up. Seeing the thick bulge at the front of his pajama pants, I jerked the fabric down his lean hips. His cock sprang forward. I wrapped my lips around the tip and my fingers around the shaft while my other hand dropped lower to cradle his heavy balls.
He thought me beautiful. I didn't have any words to describe him. His body had added scars while saving me from Evan and more before that in exorcising his grief in Dubai. But the pale white lines and divots were like an artisan's etchings on hard, polished brass. Looking up at him, I swirled my tongue around the head of his erection and let my gaze tell him how magnificent I found him to be.
Collin shook his head, his blinks coming more rapidly. He chewed at his bottom lip, the muscles of his stomach rolling as he sought to control the pressure building inside his balls.
"Baby, I'm going to explode inside that sweet mouth if you don't stop."
He wasn't lying. A thick stream of pre-cum already seeped from the head, coating my tongue and throat with his masculine tang. My lips sealed around the tip as I tried to deny him his control.
"Now, momma--"
His cock popped free of my mouth and I looked up at him, my gaze wide. The word and tone had shocked me, just as he meant them to. It had sounded so old. So very, very old. I pouted until he smiled and drew me up from the chair.
"I had to make you let go, love," he soothed as he led me back to bed. "You want me in you."
"Yes," I breathed. Already my muscles had started a fresh dance, everything knotting and coiling around itself now that he had stopped stroking me down there.
He stripped the peignoir the rest of the way from my body, the fabric pooling at my feet before he lifted me onto the bed. His hips settled between my spread thighs as he nuzzled my neck. His hand reached between our bodies, the fingers seeking out the entrance to my cunt once more. He probed, slowly and more deeply than he had on the chair. He stretched, twisted gently, his gaze earnest on my face to make sure his touch brought only pleasure.
"Please," I begged. My fingers pushed down at his cock, guiding him toward the spot his fingers possessed. He felt thicker, more swollen than I remembered, the size wringing a needy whimper from my throat.
"Here, love." His fingers gently brushed mine aside as he took control of his shaft. He centered the head against my entrance. His hips rotated, each completed circle pushing the fat tip deeper into me until the head was all the way inside.
My cunt sealed around it. He stopped, gave me time to adjust before he pushed a little deeper. His hips rotated again, the circles kept oh-so-tight. At the apex of each rotation, the crown rubbed at a sweet spot.
My nails dented his back and I sucked a hard breath in. He stopped all movement except for the rub of his cock at that one point. Firm, insistent but gentle. My nails pressed harder. I gasped, my throat too tight from pleasure to do any real breathing.
Eyes closed, lips parted, Collin's head dipped down as he concentrated. He licked his lips, I licked mine in turn, the sight of his tongue sending a sizzle of electricity across the tips of my nipples. Another tremor passed through me, my legs and fingertips tingling from how tightly I held my muscles.
Collin claimed the spot over and over. My ass lifted off the mattress; my back arched. I cried his name, a manic, madwoman as my hips ground against his, my clit trapped between my labia, sliding up and down and to each side as we moved against one another.
"Take me deeper," I urged, my arms around his broad-shouldered back. I was going to come in a few heartbeats no matter what Collin did, but I wanted the full thickness and length inside me, wanted him to take as much pleasure from the act as he gave.
He sank down, his hands around my hips to force me into the mattress. He pushed in, half the shaft disappearing inside me. My knees pressed against his hips, seducing a more complete penetration.
He rested his weight on his elbows, one hip angling to one side, then the other taking up the dance until he his balls nestled against my outer labia.
Yes, yes, yes.
I shook. Collin shook with me. Our groans mingled, so did our words. Everything we had said over the last year and a half was repeated but with a deeper meaning in that bed than it had held before. We moved against each other for the night and for the future, for the two that we were and the three that we would become.
Collin had dominated me, possessed me, but as he held m
e then, both our bodies trembling in climax, I knew there would be no more triple guessing, just the truth of him on me, in me, and around me as I drifted off to sleep -- cherished.
Now That You're Done
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Table of Contents
About His to Cherish
His to Cherish
Desperately Seeking Mia
His to Cherish
Rediscovering Mia
His to Cherish
Protecting Mia
His to Cherish
Protecting Mia
His to Cherish
Cherishing Mia
His to Cherish
Cherished
Now That You're Done
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