In a tangle of limbs, we writhed on the couch, kissing and biting at each other as our hands sought out any loose handfuls of clothing to tug at and get the undressing process going. Colt found the zipper at the back of my dress and drew it down, his fingers brushing the skin of my back tantalizingly as they passed.

I unbuttoned his shirt, my lips following my hands, kissing everything I revealed till my face was nestled against his stomach, my tongue flicking at his belly button as I peeled the shirt from him. His belt was next to go and I drew down the zipper of his pants with my teeth. As I attempted to get his pants off, Colt sat back up and drew my dress down from my shoulders to bare my braless breasts to his heated gaze. He swept forward and I gasped as his lips left a burning path of kisses across the sensitive flesh of my breasts, his tongue lapping hotly at my nipples, now tight with arousal. His hands, meanwhile, were struggling to get the dress down over my hips, even as I was struggling to complete the same maneuver with his pants.

It would have been a lot easier if he had been prepared to stop kissing my breasts for a minute, or if I had stopped slathering my tongue across the firm, muscular contours of his torso, but again, this way was more fun.

Gradually, with much wriggling and shifting of position, we managed to drag off each other’s clothes so only underwear remained. During our repositioning, we had wound up top to toe, so I was now facing Colt’s crotch and his face was mere inches from mine, so I could feel his warm breath on my inner thighs. I took a moment to admire the bulge that stretched out the material of Colt’s shorts, the thick shaft beautifully outlined by the garment that held it captive.

Unable to wait another second, I lunged forward and took the head of Colt’s throbbing cock into my mouth, soaking the material that still covered it in my saliva, and making his him strain against his shorts. With one hand, I delved between Colt’s legs to find his balls, tugging them as I sucked. Colt grunted in pleasure, but wasn’t too distracted to reciprocate, as he drew my flimsy panties down my legs. I could almost feel the heat of his gaze, incinerating me to the core.

My underwear was pulled over my feet and then, a heartbeat later, I whined in pleasure as Colt’s tongue strafed across the lips of my heated entrance. I tugged hard on his balls in response, and rubbed my face up and down the length of his constrained member, more like a cat than a wolf. The growl that escaped me as Colt delved deeper inside me with his tongue was very wolfish, however, and I worried it might put him off, but Colt just thrust further into my pussy till I was squirming with sharp arousal.

This delicious sixty-nine continued as I sucked at Colt’s cock, still not letting it out of its cotton prison, while he buried his face in me. I thrust myself against him, jogging my hips into his face as Colt’s talented tongue burrowed into my depths, seeking out my most sensitive spots and exciting them beyond reason. I had never had a man so skilled with his mouth and it added an edge of hot intensity to the fun of being with Colt. While his mouth remained welded to my core, his hands roamed across my legs, my belly, my back, but always seeming to come back to my ass, skimming lightly across the smooth skin or squeezing tight enough to mark. His fingers probed into the cleft between my cheeks, brushing against my asshole and teasing it briefly but wonderfully.

Against such treatment I had no defense and no reason to hold back.

“Colt…” I whined, and bit hard on the throbbing plum of his excited cock, making it pulse still more wildly against my face. I barely noticed, my whole world was now centered down below as my juices pooled between my legs and a wave of heat burned through me.

“Colt!” I barked his name as the orgasm broke and I bucked my hips against him. Colt grabbed my convulsing body in strong hands, keeping his face against me, his tongue lapping up my fast-flowing juices as I came hard against him.

“Colt…” I moaned and kissed the head of his cock, before finally looping my fingers into the waistband of his shorts and tugging them down his hard-muscled thighs.

Even though I had been teasing it and torturing it through the material of his shorts for some time, the sight of his bare cock as it leapt into view, red with frustrated desire and eager for action, took my breath away. It was as powerful as the rest of Colt’s body, as if he had worked out this muscle along with the rest of them, and as full of boundless energy, leaping before my eyes, as if trying to get at me.

“Sit up,” I instructed, hurriedly, and Colt complied, yanking his underwear off the rest of the way and tossing the shorts aside.

As he sat back on the couch, I clambered astride him, tugging his head forward with one rough hand to kiss me, while with the other I beat hard on his overexcited organ. I had already put his cock to the test – how much would it have left to give? One way to find out.

I leapt up and turned around to stand in front of Colt with my back to him. His wide, heated eyes consumed my body with desire, lingering on the cheeks of my ass. He reached forward to stroke between my legs, and my body seemed to melt at his touch.

I sat back, positioning myself between his widely spread legs, grabbing hold of his heavy, thick cock and guiding it to where I needed it. For a few moments, I teased both him and myself, swiping the swollen head across my wet seam. But I no longer had the patience for such games and, in the next instant, I impaled myself on Colt’s unyielding length and sank down it with a moan of deep satisfaction. I had not realized how badly I wanted and needed him until that instant of penetration.

Despite his beautiful size, my wetness meant I took Colt with ease and he pulled lightly on my hips till my ass was tight up against him, his whole length embedded inside me so I could feel every throb of its muscular strength. I stayed in that position a minute, balanced on the edge of coming again just from the sensation of having him inside me. But I wasn’t ready yet, I wanted that edge of frustration to add frisson to what was now to follow, I wanted to need him more with every stroke.

I relaxed down against Colt, my back against the broad expanse of his powerful chest, and craned around to kiss him. He smiled up at me.

“I don’t know if I’ve mentioned it, but you are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.”

He kissed me again before I could respond and I felt a surge of pure joy.

Planting my feet in the carpet, I began to rotate my hips as we continued to kiss, stirring myself and grinding at his strong but sensitive shaft. He groaned into my mouth as I worked him. I wondered again how long this could last, but I didn’t really care, I was already on the verge of coming again. I ground myself in hot, tight circles against Colt’s hips until he grabbed my ass and began to lift me up and down on his straining cock. I caught the rhythm and joined in, bracing myself by grabbing the sturdy muscles of his thighs to either side of me.

I gasped and moaned as I travelled up and down him, his thick shaft going right to my guts, stretching every tender spot in the most beautiful way. Behind me, Colt kissed my undulating back, gasping himself as pent up pleasure threatened to boil over. It took all his strength to stop it, but Colt was a strong man.

Now, I started to bounce, my ass slapping against Colt’s hips. I wasn’t sure if I was testing him to see what he could take or if I was just done waiting, but this new pace soon had us both gasping. Still, Colt stayed with me. His hands reached around to play with my bouncing breasts, while my nails dug into his thighs. Sweat ran down me as the effort began to tell, but I kept going, harder and harder, pounding myself into Colt as his cock flexed eagerly within me, enjoying every moment as much as I was.

Abandoning my breasts, Colt’s hands now settled on my ass, gently at first, then harder, caressing, pinching and even slapping. I felt a stray finger brush my asshole and perhaps Colt heard my moan of arousal, as seconds later his thumb pressed hard against that tight entrance, then popped in. I loved a bit of ass play, and moaned my pleasure as Colt’s delightful intrusion sent me over the edge.

As I came, my channel rippled up and down Colt’s length, squeezing and releasing, milking him until he could hold back no longer.

“Oh, Bailey…” It was strange to hear my name moaned like that, I seldom tell my partners my name. I liked it.

A lot.

We came together and he spurted into me in a hot rush, his orgasm seeming to intensify mine and vice versa, pleasure feeding pleasure, so our climaxes rolled on and on until we flopped to the couch, unable to move.

“Holy hell,” breathed Colt, after awhile.

“I think that covers it.”

As with Jackson, I would never have imagined a human could fuck me like that. It had also been such fun, and tired as I was, I was rather unwilling to let go of that. The sharp thrills of the evening still crackled in me, needing a lightning rod to control them. And Colt had the rod I needed.

“Bedroom?” I suggested.

“Bedroom.”

I was up and running for the door in seconds, but Colt caught me halfway across the room, sweeping me off my feet and carrying me the rest of the way. He dropped me on the bed and then proceeded, with tongue, lips, teeth and fingers, to take my body to the heights of pleasure over and over until I thought the world was ending. From the soles of my feet to my ears, no part of my body went unkissed, licked or stroked. He nibbled gently at my nipples, sucked on my fingers and toes, and stroked me to climax after climax.

Through it all, he paid regular visits to bottom, his tongue swirling inside, fingers burrowing deep. Perhaps he had realized how much I relished attention paid to that forbidden entrance, or perhaps it revealed a preference of his own. Either way, when I reached out and found his cock fully restored to its former glory, I knew what was going to happen next.

I rolled over onto my front, thrust my ass in the air and wiggled it invitingly. Colt was not slow to respond, kneeling behind me and lining up with my needy pussy.

“No.” I reached back to grab his throbbing cock and redirected it to the road less travelled.

“Are you sure?” For all his obvious arousal, Colt remained a gentleman.

I grinned. “Don’t pretend this isn’t what you want. Turns out, I want it, too.”

Colt’s eyes went molten hot and his nostrils flared at the very thought as he moved into place.

I gritted my teeth as I felt the pressure against my asshole, burying my face in my hands. But the discomfort was momentary as Colt’s broad head passed my tight entrance and thrust on into my bottom.

“Mmmrrr,” I purred in delight. I had always enjoyed a man in my ass, but the difference between one who knows what he is doing and one who treats it as just another hole is a gulf. Colt knew exactly what he was doing and my body sang with pleasure as his rock-hard cock sawed in and out of me.

Colt’s breath came in long drawn-out gasps in time with his stroking rhythm, as my tight ass skinned his thick member. He seemed to get control of himself and the strokes became smoother and more fluid, as he relaxed into a pleasure that was, for us both, simultaneously, intense and blissful. The best ass-fucking walks that fine line between suffusing satisfaction and needle-sharp intensity. As I rocked my hips back and forth in time with Colt’s movements, I felt his hands move from my ass. One stroked along the line of my back, down my side to toy with my breasts, before moving on to my head. I allowed him to tilt my head back and I met him as he stretched forward to kiss me, never breaking the luscious rhythm of his cock in my backside. His other hand slid around my hip, across my palpitating belly and delved between my legs, I stiffened and choked a gasp as he located my clit and began to excite it.

Now, it felt as if pleasure was coming at me from three directions at once, from Colt’s kiss on my mouth, from his fingers working my delicate clit, and from his cock still sawing in and out of me. It was glorious.

This was no fast and furious race. Colt took me with the confidence of a strong, experienced lover, and made it last. More than that, he made it loving. I had never felt closer to a man than I felt with Colt at that moment. Our eyes met as we approached the point of no return, pressure building. They remained open and locked as I reached my climax and he followed behind with a growl, emptying himself into my ass.

“That was lovely,” I gasped when he pulled out gently a few moments later. I had never used that word about that act before. It was meant to be forbidden, but then, so was sex with humans. Forbidden did not preclude emotion and, for all that I was desperately trying to resist it, the emotions rising in me now went far beyond the sexual

“I-I need a shower.” I was reluctant to leave him but I needed to clear my head.

Standing under the rushing water, I asked myself what I was doing. Was I just having fun? It had certainly been fun but I knew it didn’t end there. I had had lots of fun with lots of men and it had never felt like this. So what the hell did I do now? It probably didn’t matter. As with Jackson, this was just a one off.

Wasn’t it?

But when the shower cubicle opened a few minutes later and Colt stood before me, still naked, all coherent thought fled. My eyes dipped lower to find his cock hard and at the ready again.

“Care to join me?” I asked, holding out a hand to him. Technically, this was all one session. After this, we wouldn’t do it again.

I put my arms around Colt’s neck to kiss him. His hands found my ass and lifted me up off the floor of the shower, making me giggle in delight. It was always fun with Colt.

But as I wrapped my legs about him and sank gratefully back onto his strong, pounding cock, I was forced to admit that it was more than mere fun.

I was in deep.