Colin

 

I barreled her into the room as the door closed with a thud. I could feel her hands threading through my hair as our lips danced. I needed to feel her underneath my fingertips. I needed to taste her on my tongue. I needed her sounds to fill my headspace and block out all the incessant voices that rattled around up there. My body longed for her. Not what I could do to her or how she could wrap her body around me.

Just her. Whatever she would let me have.

I ripped her jersey over her head and made quick work of her bra. Her breasts were marvelous, with dark pebbled nipples that beckoned to my lips. I kissed down her body as she panted, her back arching as she pressed her hips into my growing thickness. I wrapped my lips around her nipple, hearing her sigh in ecstasy before I scooped her up into my arms.

I lavished her other nipple as I slowly laid her down onto the bed.

Her skin boasted of a healthy flush as I worked her jeans off her body. I had her naked in front of me, her thighs glistening as my hands explored her body. She was tugging fruitlessly at my clothes, her hands shaking and her moans filling the corners of my hotel suite. My hand slid down her body, tracing the outlines of her curves as she shivered.

Her jaw was quivering, and I placed sweet kisses along her jawline as my hand cupped her pussy.

She was hot for me. Wet and wanton as her body bucked into mine. I grabbed her wrists and pinned them above her head, rendering her useless as my finger slowly penetrated her folds. I could feel her arousal already leaking out for me. Teasing me with its scent and taunting me with its taste.

I slid my finger down to her entrance before I slowly breached her body.

She moaned and arched up, trying to take my finger as far into her as it could go. I slowly massaged her walls, running the pad of my finger against the inside of her body while she squirmed. She was the most beautiful woman in any situation, but when she was underneath me, it took my breath away. The way she bit down onto her lower lip to try and muffle her sounds. The way her breasts bobbed and swayed as she bucked down into my hand. The way she dripped into my palm and the way she begged for my tongue.

It was too much to bear, I found.

Sinking to my knees, I gladly lapped up her taste. Her legs locked around my head as my hand squeezed her breast, massaging her painfully erect nipple as her thighs squeezed my cheeks. I slid another finger inside of her, causing her to moan my name as I smiled into her body. My tongue easily found her swollen little nub, and I drank my fill of her while she writhed on the bed.

“Colin. Colin. Shit. Please. Holy fuck, I love your tongue. I love what it does to me. How it makes me feel. Please don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”

Her words threw fuel onto my fire and my tongue moved faster. I slowly pumped my fingers in and out of her, feeling her wetness growing against my skin. She squeezed her thighs around my face as I buried my tongue into her, pressing down onto her clit as her entire body shook.

I wanted her to cum so hard she passed out on my bed, just so I could curl up next to her and hold her close.

“Colin. Yes. Yes. Right there. Right there. I’m so close. I’m so—it’s coming. I’m coming. Colin! Yes!”

I sucked her clit between my lips as her hips arched into my face. I found her hand and threaded our fingers together as her back bowed off the bed. She shook and moaned, the unearthly sounds pouring from her throat as her scent swirled around my head.

I wanted nothing more than to make her cum over and over again, no matter what that meant for me.

It was different, not wanting anything in return. Sex had always been an exchange for me. But with Abby, it was different. With Abby, it always felt like a selfless act. The more I was with her, the less I felt the need to get what was coming to me. The more I watched her body undulate because of the pleasure I provided, the less I felt the need for her body to pleasure me.

It was a first, and I found myself enjoying the newfound state of being.

She collapsed back onto the bed as her lungs heaved for air. Slowly slipping my fingers from her body, I licked her taste off my skin before I kissed back up her body. She jumped with every touch I pressed against her skin. She keened with every brush of my tongue against her body.

And when my lips connected with hers, she sighed ever so lovingly into my lips.

“Let me feel you,” she said, whispering.

“Catch your breath. You don’t have to do anything in return,” I said.

“Let me. Feel you.”

Her eyes fluttered open and they dripped with lust. I felt my gut starting to churn as my cock hopped to life. Her hands trailed down my body, slowly peeling my jersey off before she worked me out of the rest of my clothes.

Her eyes admired my body as I slowly slid my throbbing thickness into her soaking wet entrance.

I had to pause and bite down on my lip. She felt fantastic. Like a vice grip with an electrical shock that pulsed up my veins. I felt my skin crawling and my arms shivering as I seated my body into hers, poised above her with her fingers digging into the meat of my back.

She rose her hips to meet mine and it quickly snapped me out of my trance.

I pounded into her, watching as her tits bounced for me. Her nails raked down my shoulders and my arms before she gripped down onto my forearms. Her body felt so wonderful and she melded to me so perfectly. I could taste the honey buffalo sauce on her tongue as the twinge of alcohol continued to taint her lips.

She tasted like a heaven I would’ve created for myself if given the chance.

Without warning, she wrapped her legs around me and rolled me over onto my back. Her hands pressed into my chest and her hair hung down into my face, shielding us from the world as she slammed onto my dick. She bounced in my lap as my hands gripped onto her hips, and soon her head was thrown back in ecstasy as she reached yet another climax.

“Shit, Colin. The way you make me—feel—oh—fuck—”

The way she choked out her words trembled my girth against her walls. She massaged me so well and her pussy continued to swell with want. She slowed her pace and circled her hips on top of mine, pulling groans from my throat as my hands gripped her luscious hips.

But when I found my opening, I took it.

I quickly sat up and slid off the bed. I barreled her back into a wall and quickly swallowed her moans with my lips. Our teeth clattered together and our tongues danced like wildfire, her legs locking around me as I pinned her hands above her head. I slicked my thickness with her dripping arousal, feeling it trickle down my skin as her hands explored what she could reach.

But as I continued to thrust into her, I felt my control slipping.

I released her wrists from the wall and planted my hands beside her head. Her nails raked along my scalp as her lips peppered my cheeks and neck in kisses. Her hands threaded around my body and pulled me close as I pinned her to the wall and fucked her imprint into it.

I could feel my motions stuttering with my impending release and I captured her lips one last time before it happened.

Her fingers curled into the tendrils of my hair as I rolled deeply into her body. Her breasts were pressed into me and our bodies finally melded together as one. I had no idea where I ended and she began. All I knew was that her body was made for me. Her mind and her sassiness were made for my banter and my lifestyle. Her skin was the magnet my body had been searching for, and I was willing to do and give up anything just to keep her at my side.

I rolled deeply into her, feeling her clit brush against my skin. She gasped into the nape of my neck, her body clenching around me as she finally released. Her entire body quaked against me as her walls fluttered around my cock, pulling me deeper into the warm recesses of her body. I lost myself in her, pouring the summation of my energies into her body as her pussy drank me down.

My legs shook and my body grew weak as I clung to her tightly.

I pulled her from the wall and stumbled back to the bed. We fell against each other, the sheets mussed from our play as my hotel suite saturated itself in our scents. I tugged at the covers until they were covering our bodies, my chest panting in the sex-tainted air that filled the room.

There was a lazy smile on Abby’s face as I laid down next to her and pulled her into my chest.

“Will you stay with me tonight?” I asked.

“What happened to that confident man that simply told me what I was going to be doing?” she asked.

“There are many things I will tell you to do, but I will never tell you that you have to stay.”

I looked down at her and caught the beginnings of what I thought was adoration before the expression was wiped from behind her eyes.

“I’d love to stay,” she said. “Thank you for asking.”