Colt

by Carolyn Cruise

  I close my eyes, sucking on his fingers, stifling my moans as he finger-fucks my yearning pussy, faster and faster, until with a final gasp I come, my muscles clenching tight around his fingers, my whole body shivering and bucking as the sensations flow through me, my mind splintering into a thousand pieces, my body slicking with the delicious warm water, Colt’s muscular body pressed so tightly against me.

  Just as I’m returning to my senses, he scoops me up in his arms so easily, carrying me out of the shower stall and back through to the bedroom, both of us still dripping wet, his tanned body shining in the morning light streaming through the bedroom windows. He throws me playfully onto the bed, and I squeal from the surprise of it.

  But once he’s lying down too, I quickly climb over him, pushing his slicked wet shoulders back hard against the white cotton sheets, my rock hard nipples grazing against his broad tanned chest as I steal a final hungry kiss from his lips before working my way further downwards, over his taught pecs and chiselled abs, towards that beautiful cock, wrapping my fingers greedily around his shaft, stroking his hardness, feeling him swell even bigger and harder in my grip, his cock head becoming slicked with the pre-cum that’s pulsing from the tip. And while part of me wants nothing more than to take him in my mouth, another part of me is just too damn impatient.

  So I shift upwards again, bucking my hips, feeing the hot head of his cock grazing against me, and with my hand still firmly around his cock I start to graze the head of him against my clit, tracing it in slow delicious circles, sending white hot flashes of pleasure through me as I close my eyes and moan softly, feeling his other hand cup my breast in his hot rough palm, kneading my tender flesh, toying with my hard nipple between his thumb and forefinger.

  A moment later, he’s pushing inside me from beneath, spreading me wide open with his hardness, his cock slipping so fucking deep inside me that I cry out, my muscles clenching tight as another intense flash of pleasure rockets through me.

  “Oh fuck, Colt,” I gasp, my voice shivering. “I love the feel of you inside me ...”

  He growls in reply, thrusting even deeper in response, his mouth moving to my neck, pinning me between his teeth for a moment before suddenly his kiss yields and becomes tender.

  “I don’t know what I want more, Stacey,” he purrs, his cock sliding in and out of me now with such a teasing slowness. “To fuck so slowly and sensuously like this,” and at this he slides his thick length in and out of me with a slow buck of his hips, “or to fuck you so hard and fast that you scream ...”

  “Please,” I gasp, my whole body begging for more of him, my hands moving to his perfect ass, urging him deeper inside me. “Please fuck me ... Fuck me hard ...”

  It feels so good – so slutty – to finally say and do the things I’ve been craving for so long.

  And he does just as I ask, slamming his cock so hard and deep inside me that I feel lost with desire, trembling and moaning, each fresh thrust sending me spinning and my body pulsing with pleasure.

  But just before I come, he pulls out, leaving me gasping and begging for him, confused.

  “Please don’t stop,” I whisper.

  “Turn around,” he commands, and I do just as he says, knowing right now that he could ask anything of me and I’d give it to him.

  He’s using that tone; the same commanding tone he used with Kelly all those years ago. He’s finally speaking to me the way I’ve wanted him to.

  “Good,” he murmurs. “That’s good ...”

  I get on all fours, arching my back, offering myself to him like that, flashes of electricity shooting through me when I feel his touch once more between my legs, tracing my slick wetness with his fingertips, back and up between my cheeks, his the tip of his thumb tracing teasingly around my asshole before pushing right inside it, causing me to gasp with surprise.

  Holding me in place like that, both hands cupping my buttocks, his thumb deep in my ass, he pulls me roughly back towards him, and then a moment later I feel him inside me once again, filling me up, fucking me from behind, slowly and sensually this time, his cock hitting a sweet spot inside me that causes me to moan, my hair falling in my face, my ass thrust high in the air, the thickness of his cock stretching me wide, his thumb pushing even deeper into my ass.

  “Touch yourself, Stacey,” he growls behind me. “I want you to play with your clit until you come on my cock.”

  Steadying myself with my left hand, I lift my right between my legs, shuddering as my fingers touch against my swollen clit. I only have to work it with a few slow strokes before another orgasm flashes through me. I arch my back, whimpering, stroking my clit in circles, as I feel my pussy clench tight around his cock and my ass clamping around his thumb.

  He moans, his cock sliding out of me, and I look back over my shoulder at him: his muscular body glistening with sweat, his eyes burning with desire, locking with mine, as he jacks his cock and then, a moment later, he comes over my ass and my back, shooting his thick white jets in powerful spurts that he massages into my tender skin, my whole body still shivering from my own orgasm.

  I turn and fall onto my back, catching my breath, and Colt falls down beside me, both of us just breathing for a while, too overcome to speak.

  He’s the first one to break the silence. “I meant what I said, you know,” he murmurs, reaching out to brush a strand of hair from my face. “I love you, Stacey.”

  I can’t quite believe it.

  I mean, I do, but I just never thought I’d hear him actually say it – say something so tender, so sincere, so emotional.

  “Do you believe me?” he persists, and after a pause I nod my head.

  Because I do.

  And even though I still don’t quite understand it, when I look into his eyes, well, I can just see that something’s changed in him.

  So there’s still so much more I have to ask him. So much about this change that still doesn’t make sense to me.

  “So what happens now?” I begin. “Where does this leave us?”

  And he’s about to answer when all of a sudden we both hear a noise from the hall downstairs – the distinctive sound of the front door opening then slamming closed.

  Our eyes widen at the exact same moment, and then, like two nervous teenagers, desperate not to be caught in bed together, we quickly jump off the bed and start throwing on our clothes.

  “Hello?” comes my mom’s voice from downstairs. “Anybody home?”

  “Coming Mom!” I call back a little too nervously, as I frantically wriggle into my jeans, my heart pounding.

  Then, as soon as I’m dressed, I rush out of the room and down the central staircase, giving her a big hug, glad she didn’t catch us.

  A second later, Colt joins us, sauntering casually down the stairs, fully dressed, like nothing at all is out of the ordinary.

  “Hi, Gloria,” he says calmly.

  “So, how was your weekend?” Mom asks, her eyes moving from me to Colt then back again.

  And as I catch Colt’s eye over Mom’s shoulder, I can’t help but smile.

  As I stand there, alone and waiting, I try to control my nerves: to remind myself that I’ve been in way scarier situations than this one.

  I’ve conducted million-dollar business deals.

  I’ve skydived and bungee jumped.

  Hell, I’ve even swum with great white sharks.

  But for some reason, standing right here and waiting, is even scarier.

  It’s scary in case she doesn’t turn up; scary in case she changes her mind.

  But just then, I hear the familiar chords of the organ striking up and I turn around, just in time to see the ornate wooden doors to the chapel open, and then there she is, being led down the aisle by her mom, towards me, a calm smile on her face. Boom. It’s like my heart stops beating and the whole room – no, scratch that, the whole world –descends into silence for a moment.

  She looks beautiful. Stunning. Incredible.

  She’s everything I’ve ever
wanted, and soon, in just a few minutes time, she’ll be mine.

  As I watch her walk towards me, I realize that all my nerves, all my worries have melted away to nothing.

  Because as long as I have her here with me, everything will be okay.

  THE END

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