Colby squats in front of me and says, “You don’t need makeup to be beautiful, Ryan. You’re beautiful without it, stunning actually. Your eyes are so vivid, your face so soft.”
I want to tell him he’s just saying that, he wouldn’t say the same thing in the daylight, but I hold back, wanting to soak up this moment instead, wanting to stay present and out of my fucked-up head.
“Thank you.”
Standing tall again, Colby unzips his flight suit to his waist and shrugs out of the arms, letting the top half fall to his sides. His muscles flex under his sand-colored T-shirt, pecs strong and bold, biceps stretching the sleeves, a flash of his abs from the clinginess of his shirt.
He’s so much bigger than when he was in college, more masculine, more male, as if he’s dripping with testosterone. The night we shared together holds a small part of my memory, one I’ve worn out over the past few weeks, trying to relive the moment I had with Colby. But right here, right now, I have a feeling I’m going to have so many more memories to tap into after this night is over.
From behind, he takes his shirt into his hand and pulls it over his head—as only a male knows how to do—abs flexing, a sexy-as-hell look on his face when he drops the shirt to the side. Standing in front of me, his boxer briefs skimming above the V in his hips, he’s fulfilling all my fantasies. I watch his dog tags sway back and forth as he leans toward me, pushing me against my comforter.
He brings his hand to the top of my yoga pants and glides them down my legs revealing a small pair of white lace booty shorts. He scans my body, eyes narrowed and dark. “Is this what you always wear?”
I nod. “Every day.”
“Fuck, Ryan.” His hands skim up my body, drawing a path of heat with him until he’s straddling me, both hands on either side of my shoulders, his lower half pressing against me. “Do you remember the first time we had sex?” he asks, lowering his head to my neck where he draws kisses up and down the column.
“Vividly.”
“Do you remember how it feels to have me inside of you? Pulsing, my cock swelling with each contraction of your pussy around it?”
I let out a low moan, remembering exactly how sexy Colby is in bed. “I remember it feeling amazing.”
“That’s it?”
“It’s been a while, Colby. Remind me.”
His lips travel up my jaw to my mouth where he dives his tongue inside, making small thrusting movements, my entire body on fire from a little foreplay from his tongue. I’m ready for him, slick and turned on.
“I need you, Colby.”
“I need you too, baby,” he says it so naturally, that it shoots a wave of butterflies through my stomach as he spreads kisses down my chest to my torso, to above the waistband of my underwear. Leaning back on his heels, he pulls down my underwear and tosses them on the floor. Unabashedly he spreads my legs with his palms to my inner thighs, pushing my legs high to the side so I’m fully exposed to him.
His eyes darken as he takes me in. I know I’m aroused and wet. I can feel it. Just from him taking his shirt off I was ready, but now the anticipation of having him so close to pleasuring me has every bone in my body quivering.
With a quick lick of his lips, he dips his head and spreads me with his thumbs. I clutch the sheets and wait for contact, his head hovering. When he doesn’t move right away, I open my eyes and look at him to see what the problem is. When we make eye contact, the corner of his lip tilts up.
“There you are. Keep your eyes on me, baby. I want you to watch me make you come.”
Another wave of arousal hits me before he closes the last few inches and presses his mouth against my pussy.
“Oh God,” I moan, letting my head tilt back for a second before I return it and keep my eyes focused on him.
Leisurely, he begins to lick me up and down, taking his time, almost as if he’s savoring the moment, his tongue making slow strokes, driving me crazy.
I move my hips for a little more friction, but I’m quickly pressed against the mattress by his strong arms, his forearms and biceps popping and flexing from holding me down. “Don’t rush me, Ryan. I will eat you out on my own damn time.” Before he goes back, he winks, and I just about die.
My head falls back on the pillow and for the life of me, I can’t bring myself to look at him again, but when he doesn’t go back to pleasuring me, I lift back up, propping myself up on my elbows.
“That’s better.” He kisses from my inner thigh to my pussy and to my other thigh, lightly nipping and licking occasionally but never going back to my clit, which is throbbing uncontrollably between my legs.
“Colby, please.”
“You want me to fuck this pretty little clit of yours?”
“Yes,” I say breathlessly. “Please.”
“Mmm, I like it when you beg, makes me hard as fuck. I like seeing you desperate for my touch, the pink in your cheeks from how aroused you are, and the slickness of this pussy every time I’m near it. Fucking gorgeous.”
In one swift movement, he dives back down and starts flicking his tongue over my clit, hitting it in just the right spot that my entire body breaks out in a sweat and my stomach bottoms out. I try to move, I try to match his flicks with a thrust of my hips, but he holds me captive, taking me prisoner with his tongue. I’m at his mercy as he relentlessly moves his mouth over me, eyes fixed on mine, until I feel my vision start to tunnel and my orgasm rip through me.
I moan loudly, mouth falling open, legs dropping to the mattress as I ride my orgasm out on his tongue, letting my body feel in the moment.
A burst of pleasure rips through my core.
My arms and legs lose all sense of feeling.
A pounding erupts between my legs as he continues to flick my clit.
“Oh fuck, Colby.” I grip his hair and pull on it until the last spasm runs through me.
I drop to the bed, in disbelief from the amazing orgasm I just had as I hear Colby rustle next to me. When I finally gain the strength to lift my head, I turn to the side and see Colby standing above me, completely naked, hand on his enormous cock, stroking it. Every muscle in his body is flexed and rippling. His corded neck strains, and the sinew in his forearm waves with every stroke of his dick.
He’s absolutely stunning.
All male, and one hundred percent mine right now.
Sitting up, I take off my bralette and toss it with the rest of our clothes letting Colby get a good look before I pull him in close by his hamstrings and move his hand. Steadying myself on his thighs, I hover above his cock before opening wide and taking him in my mouth, rolling my tongue over the head and sucking.
A hiss escapes him when I flick the underside of his head, focusing on the sensitive spot that all men have. At the same time, I take his balls into my hand and start rolling them in my palm.
“Fuck,” he gasps when I grab hold of the base of his cock and squeeze tight, my mouth continuing to work up and down his length.
He groans.
His chest heaves.
He grips my head, holding me still as he very slowly pumps his cock in and out of my mouth.
I clamp down hard and suck, making him buckle over, his hand falling to my shoulder.
“Fucking hell, Ryan. Do that again and I’ll come in your mouth.”
I go to suck him again when he pulls away, his cock so incredibly hard, I can see every vein running through it.
Through clenched teeth, he says, “On your back, beautiful, and spread those gorgeous legs for me.”
God, I love him so much. Not just because he’s sexy and a dirty talker or because he makes me laugh and cares for me, but because in this moment, he truly makes me feel worthy.
Worthy of him.
I scoot back on my air mattress and spread my legs. He crawls on top of me and says above a whisper, “Are you on birth control?”
“Yes.”
“I’m clean, baby.”
“Me too.”
His eyes become heady, the enormity of what’s about to happ
en hanging over us. One hand on his cock, the other holding up his strong body, he leans forward and slowly works my mouth, kissing me softly as he guides the head of his cock up and down my slit.
“Yes,” I moan. “More. I want more. I want you.”
“You have me, Ryan.” He pushes his cock at my entrance and I clench, preparing for his girth. “I need you to relax or I’m not going to fit.” He reaches between us and presses his thumb on my clit, meticulously rubbing it in small circles, round and round until I can feel myself start to float away into another place. That’s when he inserts himself inside me, inch by agonizing inch.
“So goddamn perfect,” he says, straining, eyes shut briefly before those soulful brown irises connect with me. “You’re so fucking special to me, Ryan.” He moves his hips and fully inserts himself inside me.
And he stills. Our heartbeats sync, our breaths mingle, our needs crashing together as we both start to move our hips at the same time.
“I want slow, baby.”
“I can’t do slow. I need you now. Make me feel everything, Colby. I’ve been so dead inside. I want to feel.” I need to feel. To come alive. To find my soul again.
Not asking any questions, Colby descends with his mouth on mine and starts to move in and out of me, his hips moving slowly, making long strokes, and with every push into me, I clench around him, causing him to groan.
His tongue mimics his hips. One of his hands falls to my breasts where he kneads and pinches my nipple.
I scream in pleasure.
He groans when I squeeze him again.
We both become frenzied.
I spread my legs wider, and he takes one and puts it on his shoulder, opening me up wider, then he drives into me.
“Yes, just like that.”
He pushes harder and harder and harder until I can no longer breathe, the room becoming electric, sparks flying between us. I’m at the precipice, my pleasure ready to fall over, when he moves his hand to my clit and presses down with his thumb. I fly, a strangled moan slipping out of me as my entire body lights up, euphoria hitting me everywhere.
Above, Colby continues to pump, his chest straining, his neck tight, and his jaw clenched.
“Fuuck,” he drags out, biting down on his lip. I feel him spill into me, groans rumbling up and out of him. The sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. “So fucking good.” He presses his mouth against mine and makes out with me for a few minutes, our orgasms fading out.
When he finally comes up for air, he kisses my nose and then falls to the mattress, taking me with him so we’re facing each other, side by side, our legs tangled, our bodies touching.
I caress his face, emotion swelling inside of me again. “Are you really here? I’m not dreaming, am I?”
“You’re not dreaming. This is real, Ryan.”
I let out a sigh. “This is real. You’re really here with me.”
“Yes, and I’m desperate to stay with you.” He caresses my jaw. “I want this, Ryan. I want us to work. It’s taken me so fucking long to figure out my true feelings for you; I don’t want to lose you again.”
“And what are your true feelings for me?” I hold my breath, nervous I’m pushing him too much.
Never wavering, never looking away, he keeps his gaze fixed on mine and says, “I love you, Ryan. I’m desperately in love with you, and I think I have been since the wedding but was too damn blind to realize it.”
“You love me,” I say, not as a question but as a statement. I grip his cheeks and pull him into a kiss where I press my forehead against his, relief washing over me. “I love you so much, Colby. For the first time in months I feel like I can finally breathe, like the weight on my chest has finally lifted.” I shake my head against his. “I still can’t believe this is real, that you’re in my bed, holding me. I put my feelings to rest, knowing you were going to end up with someone else. I was trying to accept it, but you’re here, with me.”
“I’m here.” He reaches around me and pulls my body flush against his. “I’m here to stay.”
Chapter One Hundred Seven
COLBY
Lips press against my chest, soft hair brushes against my chin, and the scent of Ryan floats into my nose.
Happy.
I’m fucking ecstatic.
A part of me feels a little guilty, because a few weeks ago Sage and I broke things off, but we still text here and there to keep up. I saw her at Balboa’s house, we talked, and we’re pretty cool, no hard feelings, which is pretty rare given our situation.
And the more I think about it, the more I realize I was filling a void with Sage, and she was doing the same with me. I was filling a void Ryan created without me realizing it. And now that I have her, I’m never letting go.
“Good morning,” I grumble, shifting on the air mattress, every one of my muscles screaming at me.
“Mmm.” She kisses my chest. “Good morning.”
I shift again, my back seizing on me. “Fuck, this thing is uncomfortable. How have you been able to sleep on it for so long?”
“I’ve never had a problem with it.”
“We’re not sleeping here anymore. You’re coming to my place.”
“Is that right?” She props herself up, revealing her delicious breasts. I feasted on them for a good ten minutes last night, lapping and sucking until she came from my touch alone. It was fucking hot, and then I fucked her tits as she squeezed them together for me. It was beyond sexy, seeing her love every second of it.
I reach out and take one of her nipples between my fingers, rolling it. She tilts her head back, her mouth parting open. “Yes, that’s right. We’re staying at my place in a nice, normal bed that doesn’t feel like it’s about to pop every time I pound into you.”
“You’re so full of yourself.” She sucks in a bout of air when I pinch hard. She’s about to be full of me in a moment.
“I’m full of myself, because I thought I was going to pop your air mattress last night? Babe, the mattress was wheezing. I was waiting for it to blow and shoot us off into the wall.”
“You’re being dramatic.”
“I’m concerned for our safety.” I bring my hands to her hips and lift her on top of me, scooting in the middle of the slightly deflated air mattress. I wouldn’t be surprised if we created a hole in it.
I situate her on top of me and watch as she automatically starts to rock her already wet pussy along my length.
She presses her hands into my chest leaning forward, her tits swaying.
“This mattress is perfectly fine.” Lifting up, she fits my cock into her entrance and then sits, fully inserting herself in one smooth motion.
“Shit, that feels so damn good.” I bring my hands to the back of my head and watch as she moves her body up and down, her hips swiveling as she comes down on me. I learned quickly last night that even though she likes it when I take charge, she also likes to take charge herself, and this is one of those moments, so I give her free rein.
“Keep your hands there,” she whispers. “Don’t move.” She glides her fingers down my torso and then back up where she flicks my nipple with her fingernail. My cock swells inside her and she feels it. “Oh that was hot, Colby. Do you like nipple play?”
“I like what you just did,” I admit with no shame, wanting her to do it again.
And she does.
While rotating her hips, she starts to play with my nipples, giving them the same torture I did to her last night, until I’m panting and sweating, ready to take over.
“Babe, I need you to go faster.”
“Are you there? Ready to come?”
“So fucking ready,” I squeeze out, my throat tight from how strained my body is, how turned on I am.
And then she stops. She stops everything and simply sits on top of me. My eyes want to roll in the back of my head, and she’s not moving.
“Ryan, what the hell are you doing?”
“Just giving you some time to think about our bed choice again.”
> Is she fucking kidding me right now? I can be all for giving up control, but not when it has my dick on the verge of orgasm with no release.
Fuck no.
I spin her onto the bed in two seconds and spread her legs, driving into her with all the force in my body.
She presses her hands against the wall, her tits bouncing, mouth parting, and skin glistening.
I move, fast. Thrusting, pumping, taking. My hips are wild, the energy inside me feeling almost out of control as I pound into her, push after push until she’s calling my name, her head thrashing from side to side, her orgasm squeezing my cock.
A few more thrusts.
One.
Two.
Three.
“Fuck!” I thrust one last time as my orgasm rips through me at the same time the air mattress makes a popping sound, and we immediately start to sink to the floor.
Once we ride out the wave of euphoria skyrocketing between us, I kiss the side of her cheek, and notice the extremely hard floor right beneath us.
“Are you still going to argue with me about the bed?”
She giggles. “The poor thing. It never saw your giant cock and powerful hips coming. You should have warned the girl.” And there she is. My sassy girl.
“And risk staying here? Fuck no. My mission was to pop the fuck out of this thing and I did. Mission accomplished.”
“Let me guess, this will go on your list of sex brags.”
“Fucked my girl so hard I popped an air mattress? Yeah, I’ll be bragging about that for years to come.”
“Your girl?” she asks, shy and nervous.
To reassure her, I press my lips against hers. “Yeah, my girl.”
She snuggles into me, holding me around my waist and giving me a hug. I’m basically lying on concrete. I’m sore as fuck. I desperately need to move. But right here, right now? I’m the most alive I’ve ever been. And it’s because of this girl. My girl. “I like that. I like that a lot,” she says, and I know I’m finally with my person. My forever person.
* * *
“This is amazing.” I hold on to Ryan’s hand as we walk through a manmade tunnel, twenty-five feet in height.
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