Chapter five
I was worried about him and rightfully so. He opened the door after three days of being out of contact.
It didn’t look like he had shaved and his hair had a mind of its own. He was in his bathrobe and there were empty bottles of a variety of liquor scattered on the floor of his hotel room. He was grieving for a relationship that he thought was going to be forever.
“I’ve gone through every stage of grief and I’m finally ready to start something new with you. I could use a shower and maybe you would like to join me. Don’t feel that you have to.” There was no way that I was going to turn down an invitation like that.
“It would be my pleasure. I can forgive you for not staying in touch, but it didn’t seem to affect the business. The workers you hired have been working around the clock and following my directions to the letter.” He dropped his robe in the hallway and seeing him from behind had elicited a gasp of approval from my lips.
“You never fail to surprise me with your bold comments. It was an effort not to take you into my arms the last night we saw each other. You weren’t very subtle about your intentions when you ripped open my shirt. We were steps away from my parents behind the garage and thankfully, I was wearing a shirt with metal snaps.” I stood on the threshold in the bathroom looking at the sky blue tile and wondering if it would be warm enough to get down on my hands and knees.
“I lost my head and call it a hormonal imbalance. The only way that I was going to make you remember me was to give you a lasting impression. We didn’t even get out of the gate when my best friend interrupted us.” He climbed into the glass enclosure with two rain shower heads making him glisten like a new penny in front of my eyes.
I didn’t even bother taking off my clothes. It was far more viciously evil to stand behind him with the fabric sticking to my skin. I was the dirty version of a post-it note with my arms wrapped around him making sure that he wasn’t going anywhere.
I got a little bit brazen, feeding on the adrenaline rush going through me and making my legs tremble with the effort to get my hands on him. I had a hold of his bar of steel. There was no give and he was thrusting through my fist with the soap added to make it slippery to the touch.
“I was wrong to keep you waiting all of these years. Kicking myself has been my punishment for keeping you at arm’s length.” I had awakened from the ashes of my love life to convey my feelings by being completely honest without a filter.
“This is what I call making up for lost time. Give me the soap.” He grabbed the bottle and squirted some into my hands.
I knew exactly what I was going to do to make a certain part of him stand up and take notice.
His grunt of approval and moan of encouragement had me sliding my hands up and down his male persuasion. There was nothing more enticing than watching and listening for the telltale sounds of his imminent release.
“You have no idea how good that feels. Don’t get carried away and I have plans that don’t involve shooting my load all over the shower walls. I don’t want to waste it down the drain when you could easily find something better to do with it.” He was hinting at something, but I wondered if he wanted me to consume him with my mouth or some other orifice that was screaming in my ear to wrap my legs around him.
“I’m caught up in the middle of this at the moment. Don’t worry; I know when to pull back before it’s too late. This will teach you a lesson that you’re never going to forget. A woman has a long memory and never forgets those times that a man didn’t exceed their expectations. I’m no different and the words you said still twists in my gut like you were using a knife to cut out my heart.” I was happy to conduct an experiment to see how far I could take him without showing him mercy.
Each time there was a jerk of excitement and when his knob swelled was when I stopped and waited until that sensation subsided. There was something tantalizing about manhandling his goods still clothed. My leather skirt had survived the torrential spray of the shower, but my blouse had put my headlights on high beams.
He was trying to cover up the lingering pain of losing a woman by giving himself permission to be happy. The way that he was thrusting his hips had me playing out the scenario of having him pushing up behind me with my hands on the glass leaving my fingerprints behind.
I had the power and I knew how to wield it, but I wasn’t expecting Colton to turn the tables in his favor. I was soon in the exact same position that I had been thinking about with my fingernails scratching the glass. His face was between my buns.
“It would appear that I have created a monster and unleashed the beast inside of you. You can taste the sweetness of my juices on the tip of your tongue. Go deeper and let the natural rhythm of our bodies take us where there is no pain and only pleasure.” His tongue was a force of nature, lighting the fuse of my lust with him watching it burn
I didn’t think my legs were going to withstand the onslaught.
The sloppy sound and the wet smacking of his lips had me at a loss for words. I slapped the glass and rattled the pane afraid that I wasn’t going to know my own strength. He was being a dirty boy by licking around that forbidden hole to bring about a whole new set of sensations.
“I’m soaking wet and about to get a whole lot wetter. You know how to read the signs. I feel like my skin is on fire and your tongue is only turning up the temperature.” I was pushing back against him, swallowing as much of his tongue as I could in the position of having my back arched for deeper penetration.
My eyes fluttered and I lost the will to speak, but the screaming was a foregone conclusion. I came with him behind me on his knees satisfying my oral craving. He was giving me the kind of gratification any woman would’ve been happy to be a part of. It was almost making me feel guilty for taking him off the table.
I was lost in the confusion of my orgasm. It had taken a hold of my libido and was shaking the living daylights out of it. This was by far the most intense orgasm of my life and that was saying something. I didn’t know it was possible to lose one’s mind, but he was dangerously close to turning me into something I was never going to recognize in the mirror.
His ravenous hunger was unmatched and he somehow knew that the first one was only a prelude for another one on its heels. He continued undeterred, detaining my thighs with his hands and keeping me in place for the darting motion of his tongue.
I collapsed to my knees, but he followed me and made sure that my fall was broken with his capable hands. His tongue stabbed at the heart of my pussy and did the same thing to my asshole. I couldn’t differentiate one from the other and there was no discernible method to his madness.
I lost my breath and everything was this haze of sexual delirium. It dawned on me that he was behind me with the thickness of his member about to indulge in a wicked exploration of my flesh.
I didn’t have the energy to reach back to give him a hand, but it didn’t look like he needed my help. The first penetration was of his knob. It was pushing past the resistance and he was following it with the long unending shaft.
My mouth was open and the long deep moan was uncharacteristic of those times I had been with a man. Colton buried the evidence of his desire with one stroke that made it difficult for me to get ready for his satisfying attack.
“I was going to make it last, but I was overwhelmed with these thoughts. It would’ve been nice to have you experience 1 inch at a time, but this is far more pleasurable for the both of us.” The sound of his voice rained down on me from above with his hands on my shoulders for leverage.
He needed it to push me past my own endurance.
“I want less talk and more action. Just keep going and don’t stop even if it sounds like you are killing me.” He held me tight around the waist with one hand and the other snuck in between my legs to uncover my clit from its hiding place.
“You didn’t think that I would forget about the most sensitive part of your body. You are such a silly girl to think that I haven’t learned a few things in my time away. I would have liked to learn those things with you, but there’s no sense in crying over spilled milk.” He was adjusting to the heat that he was greeted with upon the initial penetration.
“I really don’t want to repeat myself again.” The words were barely out of my mouth when he began the familiar motion of the ocean rocking back and forth behind me.
I reached behind with my hands to spread myself open. I could feel the lips gripping him and pulling him along for the ride. He released those pleasurable chemicals into my brain and I could barely breathe without hyperventilating.
“I love how wild you can be and this was what was missing from our relationship in the past.” I couldn’t have said it better myself, but my mind was currently short-circuiting on the pleasure that I was being given.
I felt the orgasm stronger than the first two and I wasn’t sure that was even possible. The scream got caught in my throat and my inner muscles were twisting around him making it next to impossible for him to hold back what was currently building up with insane pressure inside of him.
The fire hose of his excitement went off from the intensity of my orgasm. He somehow continued to persevere through it, even while he was unloading a volume of sweet cream that burned in a pleasurable way.
He leaned over me and I felt him pulling my hair to make me turn in an effort to kiss him in the aftermath. I thought lightning could never strike twice, but it had happened three times in the span of a few minutes.
“I haven’t even begun to show you how I feel about you.” I knew that things could go wrong in any relationship, but the sex was a good way to make up after we butted heads on a certain issue.
“I do like the way that you do business. We’re going to have to sneak off in the middle of the day to find some relief from the sexual tension in the air.” My panties were pulled to the side and my skirt was up over my hips.
I could get used to being taken when I least expected it. We had a lot of time to make up for and this was a good start.
THE END