Colton

It was the same every time Colt touched Asha. Breathed in the heady scent of her natural, womanly musk. Even stood in the same room as her or stepped foot on her farm yard. She’d asked him to make her come alive. That’s what it feels like. Waking up. Nerve endings long forgotten prickled with awareness.

He reached up and traced a finger over Asha’s cheek, across her jaw, over her perfect lips, so very soft and warm. Her mouth parted and her tongue snaked out, moistening her lips and licking the tip of his finger. Her sharp inhale of breath was echoed by his.

She sucked his finger into her mouth, rolled it over her tongue, wet it and stroked it until Colt wondered if it might be possible just to come from the incredible sensation of her glorious mouth.

The fire spreading inside of him and when he removed his finger and lowered his mouth to hers, the kiss was sensual and slow despite the need that burned bright between them.

She always said she didn’t love him. Didn’t need him. But this. This tells me that she does.

Colt groaned deep in his throat. The sound was trapped by her mouth. She swallowed it as her tongue caressed his. His hands gripped her waist and before he fully knew what he was doing, he backed her against the counter with his strength. His cock, so hard that it pulsed, pressed up against the soft, flat plane of her belly. That thin camisole she had on left nothing to the imagination. Her nipples stood out, hard little peaks breaking through the fabric, begging to be licked and suckled.

He lifted her easily, deftly, onto the counter. She whimpered, their mouths still locked in a furious dance of passion. He hiked her skirt up and she spread her long, shapely legs. Her bare feet wrapped around his jean clad hips, pulling him closer, into her. He ran his hand up the delicate column of her thigh, the skin soft, like porcelain and the heat in his blood turned into a slow boil.

All of her is porcelain. So delicate. I could break her if I wanted to. But he didn’t want to break her. No, he wanted to put her back together.

Make me come alive. He could do that. He craved her. Day and night. Longed for her. For everything she could give and everything she couldn’t.

Colt dropped to his knees in between Asha’s glorious legs. His lips met her skin, as hot and fevered as he felt. He kissed her slowly, licked his way up past her knee, to the delicate skin of her thigh. He licked her, kissed her again, before he bit. She gasped at the nip, her hands tangling in hair that he’d been meaning to cut for over a month. She gripped hard, pulling his face into her, a silent demand for more.

His hand pushed her skirt up higher, higher. His mouth reached the apex of her thighs and breathed in, inhaling the womanly musk of her arousal. His body ached, his cock growing even harder in response to how badly she wanted him. As badly as I need her. They were equals, when she ventured to his house like this. Equals in their desire.

He scraped his teeth over her tender flesh and Asha whimpered. Her pelvis thrust forward, swivelling hard against the counter. Her fingers dug painfully into his scalp as she guided him in.

His first taste of her, as always, was pure heaven. It was like entering another realm. She was slippery and wet. The taste of her awakened the more animalistic part of himself. Hot, hard, primal male lust ripped through his veins. His cock drilled against the zipper of his jeans, since he hadn’t thrown on underwear when he’d heard her in the kitchen below. His balls pulled tight, so tight he thought they might actually explode.

Colt lost control. He gave himself over to her, licking, caressing, exploring, touching her, playing over her folds so very gently with his tongue and his fingers. Her excited gasps and moans drove him on. His tongue played over her entrance before he circled agonizingly and very slowly back up to her clit. He suckled the little bud, applying just the slightest amount of pressure.

Asha grew wetter, slippery. Her thighs spread further apart as her hips rocked into his face. Just when he felt she was on the brink, her swollen flesh lighting up under his mouth, he pulled away. He opened his eyes and raised his head and looked at Asha’s beautiful face. She was incredible like this, in the throes of passion.

Her lips were kiss swollen and parted to allow her sharp, little pants of breath and wild moans of pleasure to escape. Her head was thrown back, her hair spilling onto the counter. It was a good thing he was pretty much a minimalist and didn’t believe in keeping a bunch of shit all over his kitchen. It would have gone crashing to the floor long ago in their hurried frenzy.

He’d never taken her like this. Never in his kitchen. God, I want to. I want to take her like this, on the counter. On the table. Somewhere new and unexplored. Excitement surged through his body.

Asha opened her eyes and the pupils were so large they almost swallowed the irises completely. She didn’t have to say anything. He knew what she wanted. Needed.

His eyes swept down, past the ridges of her nipples piercing through her camisole to her skirt rucked around her hips and her spread legs. She was swollen and so ripe and ready.

“Take me, Colt,” she whispered huskily. Her voice was so thick and heady it was almost unrecognizable. She reached down, gripped the hem of her camisole and slowly pulled it over her head. “Take me like this. Right here. Now. I want you.”

“Do you need me though?” He didn’t know where such a desperately stupid question came from. His cock was so damn hard. He needed to unleash it, burry it deep inside her tight, slick heat.

“No,” Asha whispered. “I want you. I said there was a difference. Remember?”

“There isn’t any difference. Not right now. Just admit that you need me. Just for this moment even.” Why am I doing this? Begging her to feel something she doesn’t? Except Colt wasn’t entirely sure she didn’t feel it. How could she come, night after night, for over three years and feel nothing? Surely he meant something…

Asha made a strangled noise, low in her throat, the sound so pain and passion filled it hung heavy in the air between them. “Alright,” she finally admitted in a harsh whisper. “I need you. Right in this moment, I need you. I need you inside of me, filling me, moving in me. Fucking me.”

Red hot need ripped through him at her words. She never spoke like that. More often than not their interludes were silent. Time had done little to diminish the desire between them but it had softened the need to talk. He was no good with words and she preferred not to use them.

“Is that enough?” Asha whispered. Her passion hazed eyes turned to his face once more.

“Yes,” Colt ground out. It will have to be. His hands fumbled with the button on his jeans then he shed them and kicked them aside.

So often it was dark in the room. Far too often. Asha’s eyes widened at the sight of his cock, hard and thick and veiny and slippery with his own arousal. She paused for just a second before she reached out, laid her hand gently on his hip and brought him in against her.